"RIght. That would imply that you would ever lose a fight. And you wouldn't want anyone thinking those muscles are just for show, would you?" Jess wagged her brows and poked at his chest, teasing him in a way she only did when she was purposely trying to provoke him. Usually the reaction she was looking for was for him to fall into her trap and prove her wrong with the best sex either of them had. But this time she wasn't looking to rile him up as much as she was trying to distract him from her weird behavior by getting his mind on anything else. "At least tell me i'm pretty or that you like me before you start ripping my clothes off." She complained, biting her bottom lip to just barely hold in her laugh knowing how big his ego could get if she let him charm his way out of every situation. Of course she was a sucker for his dumb face, and his dumb smile, and that his dumb biceps were the size of her head so it worked more often than she liked to admit
Sadly, for their peace, her distraction didn't last as long as she had hoped. She knew that he wouldn't do something violent like break down the door but she definitely didn't anticipate him wedging himself in the gap of the door either, taking half a step back so she didn't accidentally hurt him. "I don't know, Polo. There's a lot of hypotheticals going on in my head right now. And i'm scared, okay? I'm just...scared." She finally admitted out loud which was hard enough on its own without elaborating on why. She let her own forehead bump against the other side of the door and released a deep sigh as she prepared herself mentally to let her walls down for him. It wasn't serving either of them for her to keep him out of the loop. He was the first person she thought to go to with her problems, knowing that even if he didn't offer a solution she wanted it at least felt good to vent to him. He was, funnily enough, the one who was able to keep her the most level headed when her thoughts were plaguing her. And more than anything he was a man of loyalty, so she knew he would stick by her side through anything she threw at him. The issue wasn't that she thought he couldn't handle big responsibilities but that this was one of the ones she didn't know if she could manage. But that was exactly why she knew she needed to voice these thoughts to him, because they always worked better as a team. "Nah. I got the angry traumatic daddy issues not the kinky kind. Sorry to disappoint " She rolled her eyes but affectionately placed a kiss on his jaw before stepping back from the door completely, giving him the okay to enter the room and gesturing to the pregnancy test on the counter. "I've been chickening out of taking a test all day. So when you came in I freaked out because I didn't want you to find out until I had an answer. Cause this kind of thing changes everything. And I really like where we're at right now."
"How about I 'just for show' you..." he grunted and swatted at her hand poking his chest. This time he wasn't going to let her distract him, or at the very least he was going to try not to allow it. Honestly, his self control wasn't all that impressive and much less so when Jess was involved. Still, he wanted it on the record that he was succeeding so far if only because she was beginning to weird him out with all her talking. It wasn't that they didn't talk, quite the opposite actually, but she wasn't usually so defensive. Nor did she ever admit to being scared.
At least she'd given up on keeping the door between them, which was a blessing for the door's sake. He didn't pay any mind to what she'd pointed at, not yet, more interested in giving her a once over to make sure she was physically okay. He wouldn't lie, he was always worried his work would follow him home and they'd already been through enough of that back when he was simply her bodyguard. "Since when do you chicken out on tests? You're a real egghead, tests should be scared'a you," he laughed, kissing her forehead and leaning back when he realised she wasn't joking with him. Finally he cottoned on, looking over at the pregnancy test on the counter and feeling his stomach drop in a way it rarely did.
"Nah, come on," he exhaled a weak laugh. "Ain't no way, right?" He wasn't sure how to feel-- if anything it was miraculous that it was the first time he'd had this conversation with anyone. All he knew for certain was that he didn't enjoy the concept of Jess being scared of him. "Fuck..." he paused, trying to gather his own thoughts, then promptly gave up because when had thinking about anything ever been his deal? "Okay, nah, fuck it, do the test. The answer is real whether we know it or not, right? So might as well get ahead of the game. I like where we're at too. I fuckin' love my life right now but I'll take whatever the universe deals me with open fuckin' arms, alright? I've been shot, stabbed, fuckin' buried alive, and I'm still here." He held her face and pressed his forehead to hers, taking a deep breath to steel himself for whatever was about to happen. "I love you, and I got you, baby. Let's do this."











