What to Expect When You're Expecting (a fistfight)
1: Won't you let an innocent woman be? (oh babydoll)
a/n: she's short but this is just my little prologue and the other chapters should be longer! maybe :3
"They will speak German, ja?"
Gretchen has finished with her dough and is now watching you knead your own. You almost didn't expect to finish, she's seemingly been distracted all day.
You glance at her, brow raised "I plan on putting them in school, if that's what you mean?"
"I should hope so." She smiles and waves a hand dismissively. "I have some of my boy's old school books, you want them?" You perk up a bit, absentmindedly reaching for some flour. "That would be wonderful. I would really appreciate-"
The flour tips, and spills across the counter and your front. Gretchen hides a laugh behind her hand and shoos you away when you move for the broom.
"You go change. Could not reach if you wanted."
You watch for a moment, posture deflated and brows furrowed. For some reason, she's in a fantastic mood today. You shake your head from before moving to the door and stepping outside.
Your house is a short walk from Gretchen's, still technically the same property. It's a little smaller than her's, clearly meant to rented by just one person or a couple. The latter is what Gretchen is pushing for. You understand where she's coming from with her insistence on finding a man, she knows what it's like to be completely foreign and alone. The thought fills you with an appreciative warmth almost as much as it annoys you.
You reach your front door, setting a hand on your belly as you step through.
You're only two months in, but you could easily pass for three or four. A thought that doesn't help with your many worries.
You don't have much of a social circle here, not that is was particularly big where you lived before, but not your only friends are Gretchen and some coworkers from your new job. Help would be nice. You love Gretchen and her husband, Ralf, is nice enough, but they're old and won't be much help if you end up needing it.
The thoughts send an ache through your head and you shove them away to focus on your current task: finding a new shirt.
It doesn't take long, as only a small amount of your tops fit over your bump right now. You pull it on and brushing the remain powder from your lounge pants. It comes off easily enough and you're about to head back before you catch sight of yourself in the mirror. You decide to wash your face before you go, if only to pretend it'll help any in your state. You scrub your hands over your face, all but clawing at your skin.
You don't hear the crunch of tires on gravel over the running water.
You don't bother look at your reflection again, just drying your face and leaving again.
There's a truck in the driveway. Way more modern than the car your neighbors keep. You spot it through the window and beeline for the door. You can't tell the make or model from so far, can't make out if someone's in it.
You move as quickly as you can, rushing to check on your friend. Your mind races as you creep up the stairs of the back porch and you move to the door. You carefully pry the sliding door open and quietly step through. You relax a but when you hear Gretchen talking animatedly to someone. You pad through the kitchen, past where a timer ticks and your mess has been cleaned up, and towards the noise. Gretchen is cooing over a giant of man, his head nearly scraping the ceiling. He's angled away from you, so you can only see cropped strawberry blonde hair.
Then he speaks and you're suddenly bristling again. Colonel König.
How had he found you? KorTac had promised to keep your transfer confidential. You hadn't heard word of the Austrian in months, not since...
Gretchen's gaze falls on you and there's a scheming glint in her eye.
"Liebchen! There you are." She pats the brute's arm as she pass and he turns, eyes locking on you.
"You remember me speaking of my boy, ja? This is him." She smiles brightly and her giddy behavior suddenly makes all too much sense.
You don't focus much on her, your attention solely focused on the hulking man. He's wringing his mask in his hands and you debate barking out a laugh at his baby-face and the pathetic pout of his lips. He almost does look like a boy, even at his big age. His eyes are wide and wet, he looks like he may break down any moment. You puff up a bit, a cruel smile pulling at your lips.
Dinner is quiet, not entirely unusual. Usually the meals you share with Gretchen and Ralf are spent in comfortable silence. The large intruder has made your meal tonight awkward. He stares because he's a freak the moment he's removed from a position of power. You pointedly ignore him for the duration of dinner.
Your ignorance does not keep him from your dreams that night.
𝝑𝝔 ⏔⏔⏔⏔♡⏔⏔⏔⏔ 𝝑𝝔
König is almost achingly hard in his pants by the time you leave. Pregnancy wasn't necessarily one of his kinks, but you carried it like a goddess and he had to force himself not to look any lower than your eyes.
He feels pathetic, like a dumbass boy again.
König prided himself on many things. How he felt about you was not one of them. How desperate he had felt before for an ounce of your attention, even in form of venom dripping for your beautiful lips.
Because even if you were snarling up at him, ready to take on a man that had a foot and a hundred pounds on, you were looking at him. So he must've been doing something right. You had let him take you to bed in that shitty hotel, hadn't you? Why else would you let him do that?
He was sure he'd figured it all out before. Figured you out.
And then you were gone.
And now that you're back in his life, all he can do is stare and then retreat back to his room to pretend that his hand is your's and that his name is on your lips and your eyes are on him.
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