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olderwilliams:

“I’m good at everything I do,” he replied smoothly, grin wide. It was bullshit, but she didn’t have to know that. What he lacked in confidence, he made up for in arrogance. Though, it was easy to say that there was a lot about him that she’d yet to figure out. There were parts of himself that he wasn’t at all proud of and pieces of himself that he wanted to bury deep down for her never to find. He’d made choices that he was ashamed of, but he doubted that any of it mattered now. It wasn’t like she could change who the father was and while he still wasn’t sure how he felt about it all, he hated the thought of anyone else touching her. The mention of a bath made him smile weakly. He remembered the first bath she’d ever drawn for him. It’d been nothing more than a joke about him not fitting in the tub, but as luck had it, they’d both had no problem fitting in together. It was one of the many things they’d done while her parents were away for the day and it was surely just another moment that had led to her pregnancy in the first place. “Only if you’ll join me,” he hummed, eyes fluttering closed as she wrapped herself around him from behind. Softness wasn’t lost on him, but it was rare that he ever allowed someone this close. Most of the women he’d been with had been nothing more than a few good nights together, only for him to move on and forget about everything entirely. While he’d returned to Colorado and had fallen into bed with others, nothing could have erased Abigail from his mind. The moment she’d called him and told him about her situation, he’d immediately stopped the foolish act of randomly hooking up and had instead dedicated his time to her. “Sounds good,” he nodded, turning around to see that she’d gotten dressed in the brief time he’d been focused on doing the same. “You mind leading the way? I was totally bullshitting you earlier when I said I could find my own way around this place.”

Abi’s warm smile grew. “Oh, I have no doubt on that,” she said. Though to be fair, there was a lot of things that she didn’t know about him. Of course, she trusted him. There was no issue there about that. But the man she’s know and the man he is back home, how much did they coincide? The archaeologist was certain that he was still the same man there as he is here. But was there still things about him that he hasn’t told her all about yet? Maybe, maybe not. Yet she didn’t want to push him either. She wanted him to tell her when he’s ready, not just when she’s ready. And hopefully, he will. Ideally if there was a ‘deadline’, before the baby was born. So there’s still enough time. Chuckling, she kissed his shoulder and nodded. “I would love to. How do you feel about pomegranate-scented? I tried using that lavender and eucalyptus soap we’ve used before and it made me nauseous. Ironically.” For both things that were said to be calming and soothing, it seemed to have taken an opposite effect on the girl since becoming pregnant. She couldn’t stand either scent, quickly forming a headache and feeling sick whenever they were near her. Vanilla, sometimes it depends. Fruits, particularly citrus, mangoes (Egyptian and Indian ones mainly), and pomegranates, she was okay with. On one hand, it was so strange to see what she liked or didn’t liked or could tolerate right now during her pregnancy. There’s been some things from prior that she loved that she didn’t like right now, unfortunately; There’s been things that she use to detest that she found herself drawn to. Yet it was also fascinating. Though wanting to eat dirt for those first few months there was incredible weird still. Fortunately, they were able to find ways to give her iron and that calmed it all down. “I knew it!” she whispered jokingly, kissing his lips before taking his hand and leading him out. “You’ll find your way through eventually. I think it wasn’t until I was... eight? Maybe seven, when I did. This labyrinth of a place could be a museum of its own.”

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olderwilliams:

Atlas’ head tilted slightly at the mention of a he. Truth was, he hadn’t thought too much about what he wanted the baby to be. It was still hard to imagine that he was going to be a father, but he hadn’t wanted to overthink it when there was too much to left to decide. With her in London and him in Colorado, there was too many unknown factors and not enough time to figure them all out. “I guess I’ll have to teach you a thing or two.” Atlas, on the other hand, had always been good in the kitchen. Thanks to Elizabeth forcing he and Orion into helping her at times, he’d learned a thing or two with her guidance. If anyone asked, it was probably one of the few things she’d ever taught him. He leaned into the softness of her touch, only pouting for a moment when she’d pulled away and sat up. He allowed his eyes to trail over her perfectly sculpted frame. Abigail Bailey was a lot of things and it was easy to see why he’d fallen into her with such ease. Maybe she wasn’t the kind of woman he was used to being caught up with, but that didn’t seem to matter. “I’m cool with that. Last time I checked, your parents were cool.” They’d accepted that a twenty-seven year old had come into their daughter’s life and that things were a little more permanent now than they’d been before. A few weeks of fun had turned into a lifelong commitment and while they seemed cool with it, he still wasn’t sure how his own parents were going to react. Odds were, they would see it as yet another disappointment. He swallowed down the what if’s of his family and nodded when she mentioned getting dressed. “Yeah, probably,” he returned a little nervously before he moved toward the edge of the bed. He spotted his boxers near the door and with a sense of pride and a little fear, he shuffled over to slip them on before he headed toward his suitcase. Without a word, he placed it on the floor on it’s side and opened it up. It took no time for him to pluck a pair of sweats out and a band t-shirt. “I should probably shower after we grab something to eat. Traveling is the fuckin’ worst,” he exhaled with a lazy grin. “Look, I wanted to say this earlier, but if your parents want us in separate rooms, I get it.” It wasn’t like that rule had worked out well the first time, but he meant no disrespect.

“You’ve been pretty good about that in the past.” She never really had been interested in sex before him. Romance, love, lust, sex, attraction; It never had been something that caught her attention throughout her life. Even when they first met, she’d been more interested in learning about him, about his interests, his opinions. Of course, she never denied when she thought someone was beautiful or handsome---and he, certainly, was extremely handsome. But after spending more time with him and getting closer with him, she started to imagine those things. And now, here they are. He was her first for many things. And quite frankly, she was glad. She wouldn’t have wanted anyone else. Yet it made her wonder, and worry, about the future. About where they’ll stand from now on, especially after the baby is born and for the rest of their lives. He wrote ‘I love you’ in her book and they just had sex; Were they going to be a couple? Were they going to co-parent while occasionally having sex together? Were they going to live in the same house? If so, sleep in the same room or in separate rooms? Were they going to live separately? England or Colorado? The family manor or someplace else, if England? There was so much to think about and did they even really have enough time to do so? She smiled softly. “Perfect.” She knew they would try to grab some time with him. Honestly, seeing the three together from his first trip was what sealed the deal over her knowing that this was more than just a new friendship. How they all engaged, all taking time to get to know one another, and how happy it all made her; For the first time, she was falling for someone. Abi carefully got off the bed, trying to make sure when reaching and getting her underwear back on she wasn’t leaning over too much. Her brows furrowed in concentration as she grabbed her pants, biting down on her tongue and letting out a sigh of relief once they were back. Then her top. Fortunately, that was the easiest part. Then again, her bump was still relatively small. She tried not to groan at the thought of when it’ll be like a pumpkin. “Yeah, sounds good. Or maybe I get could a bath drawn for you, let you relax for awhile.” Fortunately, the bathtubs were big enough for him and his tall frame. Nodding, she moved up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist while leaning her head against his back. Her eyes closing as she breathed him in and sighed gentle. “I get it. I think that it should be okay... But yes, we can check with them.” God, she loved that so much about him. How considerate he was and respected her parents. She knew that they would appreciate it, and was certain that they’d be okay with them sharing her room. But the fact that he wanted to check first and see how they were... Can you fall even more in love with someone than you already were? She was certain that you can.

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olderwilliams:

“You don’t have to. Last time I checked, I think I’m a better cook than you anyway,” he teased, smile lazy on his lips as he pressed a soft kiss against the side of her head. He liked being there, like being close to her. It was only a temporary thing, but he would enjoy the time he could spend there and hope that his mother wouldn’t be blowing up his phone the moment she was ready for him to come back home. “I don’t know how I was able to keep it from you. I thought it’d get messed up when you asked to FaceTime me and I was stuck in a layover in New York.” He’d been quick to come up with an excuse though and luckily, she’d bought it without much questioning. If it hadn’t of been for her parents though, Atlas wasn’t sure when he would have been able to find himself back there. “Yeah. It feels good to be back.” He was away from the judgement of his parents and the comparison to his little brother. At least there, he didn’t have to worry about anyone questioning him about what was going on. Her parents knew that she was pregnant and they didn’t seem to mind that it was with Atlas. “I think we got plenty of exercise in, but I’m always down for a little more.” If this trip was anything like the last, then the things they’d done was only the tip of the iceberg. “What kind of guy do you think I am? I can handle a little jumping every now and then. I was kind of thinking for another round after dinner, but if you’re too tired,” he challenged, grin wide. “Maybe your parents are back. I was wanting to thank them again for making this happen. I think I said it about a thousand times on the car ride over, but it still doesn’t feel like enough.”

Her cheeks brightened and she hid her face for a moment. “I’ve gotten better! Sort of. Okay, I’m trying and hopefully, my cooking will improve once he gets here.” She always kept going back to that. Back to assuming that the baby might be a boy. Abi couldn’t explain it, but she was certain of it. Just a little boy who’ll grow up looking so much like Atlas, with his eyes and his smile. And height, most definitely also his height. She moved closer to him before looking back, chuckling. “You got me. I thought that you might’ve been out or something.” From what she saw in the background, it hadn’t looked familiar. And considering all she’s seen of Providence Peak was typically him at his home, it’d been easy to assume. Never would she have guessed that he was on his way to her. She’d noticed a small change in behavior and was going to wait awhile before confronting them. Their surprised meant more to her than she’d ever be able to say. The brunette’s cheeks only became more red as she caressed his face. They were going to have to be extremely careful but also become creative and she was already needing to calm her hormones down. When she first read about that being one of the symptoms, how enhanced it’d become with some women, she had been sure if that wouldn’t be something that’ll happen with her. Apparently, she was wrong. “Me too,” she mused, moving so she could nudged her nose against his softly and her lips could hover over his for a moment. Until her words came out in a whisper: “But food and some rest first. Oh don’t worry: I’m not tired at all. But you, on the other hand...” She challenged back with a little laugh before pulling away and carefully sitting up. She ran her fingers through her hair, tossing it over her shoulder. Her face softened and she looked over at him, one of her hands moving to trace his hand. “I know. I promise, they know how much you appreciate this. I think as long as you spend some time with them as well, it’ll be all good. They’ve really missed you, too.” Nothing could express how much it meant to her to have them love Atlas. They’ve been so warm and welcoming since the moment they met him, it was everything to her. It made her think of his parents and how frightened she was. She was going to meet them at some point, right? Was she going to be welcomed into the family? Her heart began to race quickly yet she tried to keep a smile on. “We restocked our groceries yesterday, so I’m sure there’ll be plenty of options for you to choose from. As much as I’d hate to see you back in clothing, we should probably do that.”

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olderwilliams:

the bailey manor, first night there.

“Alright,” he exhaled, a little exhausted from all the hard work he’d put in after his ten hour flight from Denver to London. He was jetlagged as hell, but he’d been too excited to see her to get any rest. “As much as I wanna hang out here all night, I could really use something to eat and maybe even a drink.” He’d been so wrapped up in seeing her again that he’d completely forgotten about everything. “Feels like I should be thanking your parents more too. They’re the reason I could even come.” He felt guilty for making up a bullshit excuse to his own family, but he couldn’t stand their judgement on something that he wasn’t even sure how he felt about. He wasn’t prepared for a kid, but until that became a reality, he was trying to make the best of it. “It’s good to be here again.” He’d missed her, but he wasn’t even sure if he was allowed to. He’d never done something like this before and he sure as hell hadn’t ever gotten someone pregnant. “If you wanna stay up here, that’s cool. I think I remember how to get down to the kitchen,” he joked, hand moving closer to rest against her body. “I think I’m running on fumes right now. I don’t even wanna know how long I’ve been awake. The time zone thing always kicks my ass.”

She glanced over at him, a soft smile on her face as her eyes looked him over. The brunette trying to memorize him like this, how messy his hair has become, how he smiled, how his eyes remained on her. His words caused her to blush, feeling guilty after realizing it’s been awhile since he’s gotten either. “Of course, yeah. We probably should’ve done that first... I can make you something, if you want.” She leaned over to kiss his shoulder. God, she had no idea how she would repay her parents for this. No words could describe how happy she was and nothing would be able to truly show her thanks. “I still can’t believe you’re here. How they’d been able to pull this all off without me finding out.” She knew Richard and Jasmine; They would brush off his thanks and saying that their happiness was more than enough for the two. That seeing the two expecting parents together, navigating this together instead of with an ocean separating them, would mean a lot. “It’s good having you here. Seeing you in here again, having you right next to me. Almost feels as if neither of us has ever left in the first place.” The only thing that proved time has past was the bump. How they’d been able to create something together. Chuckling, she leaned into his touch. “I’ll join you. The exercise is good for us.” With how huge the manor was, one didn’t really need to use the gym that was there. They could simply go up and down one of the many grand staircases multiple times. “I should’ve let you get some rest first instead of jumping you like that. Oops. Good news, you’re probably going to sleep really good in a bit.” Hopefully he would. He looked so tired, what she wanted for him so much right now was to get something to eat and some well-deserved sleep. Though admittedly, part of her was worried. The baby was unpredictable and she didn’t want something to happen while Atlas was asleep. She’d feel guilty for waking him up yet also if something happened and him missing it.

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olderwilliams:

One week turned into three weeks, but three weeks was never supposed to turn into anything more. He’d cared about her in ways he’d never expected, but he’d gone back to Colorado and had immediately fallen back into his old ways. It would’ve be a lie to say that he hadn’t thought about her, but she hadn’t reached out and he’d been too prideful to reach out for himself. Now, it was hard to imagine a life without her in it, even if shit was complicated and neither of them knew what they wanted to do. “I know,” he nodded, lips lingering against her skin as he took in every moment with her. He’d been an emotional guy; never been one to get caught up with his feelings and the feelings of others. Yet, laying in bed with her had made him feel more shit than he’d ever really imagined possible. “Too busy?” Lips curved upwards into a smirk as he pulled back for a moment. “Guess I’ll just have to keep you busy for a little while longer,” he trailed off, hands moving to cup her face firmly as he leaned closer, lips catching hers in a heated kiss. HIs tongue teased the entrance of her mouth once more, his lips hungry for more. He could go all night long without something to eat if it meant not wasting a second of being close to her.

It was terrifying. She never thought she’d feel something like this before. She never thought that three weeks together could result in something like this, in feeling like this. Not reaching out to him at first had been so stupid; Yet part of her had been scared that if she had, he might not have responded. Finding that note in her book, she promised herself that she was going to text him the moment she landed in Egypt. Discovering that she lost her phone had devastated her. All she wanted was to hear from him again. Even if it’d been a simple ‘hello’. So the baby... She handed the responsibilities over to her mentor and headed back to England, finding the first computer she could find so that she could search up the number for the rescue. Hearing his voice again for the first time in weeks... She knew she had missed him; It wasn’t until that moment when she nearly burst into tears when she realized how much she did. Everything was complicated and sooner or later, they are going to have to talk about what comes next. But in that moment, she had everything she wanted and needed: him. In her arms, in her bed, kissing her instead of being an ocean away. Completely and utterly him. Abigail smiled happily as she looked up at him, her heart leaping as he looked at her. Atlas Williams, what have you done to me? “Mmm, I think I’m up for that,” she chuckled, her arms wrapping around him as he leaned back him. She hummed against his lips as she kissed him back, opening her mouth for him. Her body rolled against his while her hands caressed as much of him as she could touch, wanting to feel every single inch of him. To make a picture perfect memory of him and stay as close to him as possible. She pulled back to get some air, moving her head to nuzzle against his neck and to slowly spread soft kisses against his throat. “God, you are not allowed to leave this bed ever again,” she muttered, trailing her kisses back up to his lips and catch them again, gently tugging on his bottom lip.

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olderwilliams:

Now that he was back in London, a part of him didn’t even want to consider going back to Colorado without her. How was he supposed to be a dad from an ocean away? It was hard enough imagining it at all, but how was he supposed to be good when they were nowhere near one another? It was hard to think about anything with her so close to him, her body still free of clothing as the sheets did little to cover her perfectly sculpted frame. He was hungry, but maybe it wasn’t for good. “Good to know,” he nodded, though his focus had shifted from the baby’s safety and back to Abigail entirely. Sure, he was excited about the child, but sue him for being excited over her too. He smiled weakly as her legs tangled in with hers and her mouth allowed him entrance. He liked pushing the limits with her and to his pleasure, she liked doing the same apparently. “I missed you,” he exhaled, pulling away to leave a trail of slow kisses against jawline and down the side of her neck. A hand moved to rest around her throat, an action he’d done a few times before, but always so gentle and soft. “We should probably order that food now,” he mumbled against the dip of her neck, his hand still wrapped lightly around her throat lips focused on her skin. It was a challenge more than anything; to see just how much she could handle before she pushing him away and putting in that order.

In that moment, all that matter right now was them, like this. They got to share a moment with their baby, one she’d dreamt for so long, and now? She was too happy to think about anything else. Not about plans for the future, not about food, nothing else. Just him. Him kissing her, wrapped up together, how he was able to draw a moan from her lips. Her desire for them to stay like this forever was insatiable. Her whole world felt more in tune with him back in it fully. Not just through a screen with an ocean between them. She has him back. And heaven help her if she let him slip through her fingers once more. Abi giggled softly against his lips as her body rolled against his. She enjoyed seeing him test himself, him helping her test herself as well. To try things that before him, she never would’ve thought she’d actually do. “I missed you,” she whispered, moaning softly at his trail of kisses. Goosebumps on her skin as she closed her eyes, taking him in. Her breathing quickened as he wrapped his hand around her throat, laughing giddily. She still couldn’t believe how much she loved it whenever he did that. How he was also so careful with her, never wanting to hurt her. Abigail trusted him completely whenever he that. Her brows rose at his words and she shook her head. “Nuh-uh,” she finally let out, her lips in a smile while she laughed. Body shaking a little in excitement at his lips on her skin. “Too busy at the moment for that.” Food can absolutely wait. This? This is so much better. More fulfilling, more what she wanted.

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olderwilliams:

“So don’t be done,” he hummed lowly, voice a quiet rasp as he looked her way. He was a selfish man when it came to Abigail Bailey; she was intoxicating and every inch of him craved every single inch of her. It was an offer that he’d leave up to her, one that she could push aside or take, either being okay as long as they were together. “Rich coming from you. It was hard not to jump on the first flight out every time you called me.” He’d considered it a few times, but the timing and the cost of it all had never worked out. Now, he was kicking himself for not doing it sooner, though everything was finally falling into place around him. “Right,” he nodded, doing his best to pretend like he understood the anatomy of it all. He’d gone to college for animal science, not human-related stuff. “Guess I should’ve paid more attention in health class.” He felt like an idiot, but it felt like a fair question. Abigail’s lips caught him by surprise as he waited for another movement. Hand moved from her bump and settled on her side, his tongue teasing the entrance of her mouth as he leaned into her touch. Maybe shit was going to get complicated, but for the moment, nothing could’ve been anymore simple.

“Never,” she whispered back. With him? That was never going to be possible. It was almost frightening, just how much he has. How she would do anything for him. Whatever she could do to make him happy, she’d do so in a heartbeat. With him being here, she thought that perhaps this time, she’ll hop on that flight back to his home with him. She couldn’t imagine not getting to be with him once this trip was over. It was impossible. God, she wish that he had. Honestly, she’s thought the same as well. “At least you’re here now,” she muttered softly. Ever so slightly rubbing her nose against his. Abi smiled at his words. “The baby’s okay. We didn’t do anything that could hurt it.” They weren’t super rough and as far as she knows, what happened wouldn’t do anything. But she understood his fear. There’s been plenty of times in which something has happened that made her heart stop for a moment. Her hand moved to cup his face, thumb tracing his cheek while she kissed him back. She smiled at first at his tease and giggled before allowing him entrance. Legs intertwining, her body moved against him and she hummed happily. Just taking this moment with Atlas; This very, extremely happy moment. Everything she wanted, everything she needed, everything she desired, was all right here. Nothing could be simpler.

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olderwilliams:

While he was into doing whatever she wanted him to, the thought of staying in bed with her seemed much better. That, and he couldn’t help his lingering hand as it fell atop her exposed breast in an innocent manner. “Delivery works,” he nodded, tongue falling flat against his bottom lip as eyes finally met with hers. He was okay with staying naked as long as she wanted to. As far as he was concerned, they didn’t have to get dressed at all. “I don’t want you covering up yet either. Never said I was done.” He had plenty of time before the food would arrive to another midday snack of his own. For now though, he’d settled for the woman curled into his side. Atlas leaned into the kiss, hoping for something longer, but thankful that they had all the time in the world, at least until he had to go back, whenever the hell that was. “It was,” he agreed quietly, “I hated seeing you look so good and all I could do was say some lame shit over the phone.” He couldn’t truly appreciate her the way he could when he was with her. Brows furrowed together as the woman jumped up, his hand falling from her breast and back down to the bed until she reached for him. “Moved?” He’d heard a baby kicking, but he’d never actually felt something like that before. “You don’t think we fucked with the baby when I uh, y’know,” he trailed off, a little confused and concerned as his hand fell lightly atop her stomach. “Think it’ll move again?” Before he’d even had time to consider his question, he felt like the light movement against his hand and bit back a smile. “That’s our baby,” he exhaled quietly, a little too excited and a little scared.

She breathed in softly at his touch, her body reacting and moving closer. Her mind was already reeling with potential thoughts and she had to calm herself down. She wasn’t sure if it had been missing him that warranted this or her hormones or a mixture of both. Yet, she let out a breathy laugh at his words. “Funny, I was just thinking the same thing.” Okay, three things: missing him, her hormones, and simply, purely, him. Ever since their first time---hell, since the moment they first met---, Abigail has craved him. Always wanting him, needing him, in any way, shape, or form possible. Even without the time apart and what the pregnancy was doing to her, she knew that she would be wanting him however possible. Part of her wanted to keep kissing him longer; But at the same time, she wanted to tease him slightly. “For a guy who stayed up during the middle of the night and was probably dead tired every time we talked, you looked pretty good yourself,” she quipped, her smile never wavering. Her heart was racing, eyes unable to look away from the bump. She silently begged for it again. Another move, a kick, a quickening; Anything. She shook her head at his words. “No, the... the placenta should be protecting it,” she whispered. Seeing his hand on the bump, it all felt like a dream again. She had imagined it so many times. Him touching the bump, especially once it was time for the baby to start move. She quickly looked at him once it moved against his hand, her smile growing as she took in his reaction. Their baby... This was better than a dream. “That’s our baby,” she echoed, letting out a gentle laugh. She moved in to kiss him, her happiness bubbling and taking over her. Three words ran through her mind as she kissed him, three words she was scared to say out loud but hoped was conveyed enough in the action. She knew that he was always better at showing than telling.

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olderwilliams:

While there was a small part of him that felt guilty for lying to his family about the trip, there was a large part of him that knew it was for the best. He wasn’t sure how his parents would react to knowing he’d knocked someone up, but he could only imagine that it wouldn’t be the kind of response he needed. Lost in his own thoughts, Atlas released a quiet breath, her fingers relaxing against his skin. He had missed her more than he’d ever admitted. He’d rambled on and on about the beautiful genius of a woman he’d met in London, but no one believed that a woman like her would’ve ever given him a second look. Little did they know, she’d given him more than that. Her voice brought him back to the moment; she was hungry and wanted food from the raman place, noted. “If you want Chinese food, then let’s go get Chinese food. Or, I can get dressed and run out for it? Pretty sure I could get there if I mapped it.” He didn’t want her going out if she didn’t feel like it and as jetlagged as he was, he would’ve done anything for her. “Definitely seems real,” he nodded lazily, smile soft on his lips. “I’m just glad I’m here. Feels good to see you and not be on the other side of a screen.” Or y’know, ocean.

God, she wanted to take him up on his offer so much. Yet the thought of trying to move right now was incredibly unpleasant. Him leaving was even more so. “Delivery instead?” she opted. “Because I really want to stay like this for as long as possible. Just wrapped up in each other like this. I’m not ready to see you walk out that door again---and it would require you putting clothes back on and that’s a huge ‘no’ in my book right now.” Part of her words were joking. Buuuut at the same time, it’s been months since she last seen him like this. In her bed, her curled up to him, nothing but her bedding giving them coverage. And even then, it wasn’t much coverage anyways. She wanted to stay like this for as long as possible. She can be patient and wait for the food. His words only cause her smile to grow. Leaning up to kiss him softly before sinking back, eyes closing as she rested her head back on his shoulder. “It was torturous,” she admitted. It certainly had helped, getting to see him and talk to him. But at the same time, it only made her miss him even more. Made her wish that he was there or she was with him back in Colorado. Suddenly, she felt something. Abi gasped and sat up, both hands moving to her bump. She stared at it in bewilderment, eyes wide and her mouth dropping. She felt that again, a light fluttering sensation that caused her to reach for Atlas’ hand. “I-I think the baby just moved!”

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olderwilliams:

There were no rules when it came to what he could and couldn’t do with the woman he shared a bed with in the moment. It wasn’t like he could knock her up again even if he tried. The damage or whatever they were calling it had already been done, leaving them both with to wonder what would happen next. Would she move to Colorado? Would he fly out frequently to check-in, or would FaceTimes become their new normal? In the moment, it didn’t matter. Not when her tired eyes looked back at him and her lips showcased a smile. “Hey,” he exhaled, leaning closer with a small smile of his own. “Yeah, I think I kinda prefer that too,” he hummed lowly, eyes on hers. He didn’t mind waking up or staying up late, not when it meant he got to check-in on her. He liked being there even more knowing that she couldn’t hide anything from him in terms of how she was handling the pregnancy. “How are you feeling?” Her parents had told him that she’d been getting sick, but she seemed fine in the moment, but he needed to make sure. “No bullshit.”

She tried not to think about the future. She knew that if she did, she would soon stress out about it. There was going to be so much they needed to talk about and decide what to do and it was terrifying. Plus, she was scared about what the stress would do to the baby. How it could affect them. Her smile grew and she cuddled closer, kiss his chest softly before looking back up at him. It was hard to believe that they spent awhile not like this. Not in each other’s arms again, sharing soft smiles and talking quietly. At his question, her eyes turned to the bump. Her fingers gently caressing her skin. “So far, pretty good.” She looked back up at Atlas. She felt bad for downplaying it the other times he’s asked. She’d just didn’t want him to worry or to feel guilty for not being there. “I promise,” she added. And it was true: she did feel good in that moment right there. “Though I am kind of tired. And hungry. I’m really, really hungry. You remember that one ramen place I took you to in Chinatown? That sounds so good right now. Ooo, and with potstickers!” Thank god she didn’t stop loving Chinese food since becoming pregnant. So far, it seemed like most Asian cuisines she was still able to eat without much problems. “How’re you doing? Seems more real now?”

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Had it been her intention to fuck him again the moment she saw him standing out on her porch? No--- well, okay, perhaps yes. Or at least, she thought it would’ve taken a little longer before they did. But he brought up all their adventures sneaking out the manor and with how her hormones are right now, she wasn’t able to stop herself. And god, she was glad she did. She missed him, more than words could ever possibly say. Catching their breath, she cuddled up to him. Her head on his shoulder while one hand slowly created shapes and curlicues across his chest while the other held onto her bump. Abigail moved her head to look up at him, a small dazed smile cross her lips. She loved being in his arms, no matter what they were doing while engulfed in one another. “Hi,” she mused quietly. “Not that I haven’t enjoyed seeing each other through FaceTime... But I absolutely prefer this and you being here with me in person so much more.”

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