“I have something to show you,” Hannah said when she walked into the kitchen and found Chance sitting there with a cup of coffee in his hand.
He turned to look at her with tired eyes. “I don’t know how you managed to get up so early every day.”
“Well the morning sickness certainly did help to rearrange my body clock, just a little,” she said. “But when you’re a full time worker and a grad student, you need to be able to get moving early.”
“Hopefully this kid gets your work ethic,” he said.
“Trust me, I’m going to make sure it doesn’t get yours—or lack thereof.”
She sneered and he stuck his tongue out at her before returning to the steaming mug of coffee in her hand. She wouldn’t lie, she really did miss being able to drink real coffee and the second this baby was out of her it was the first thing she was doing. There was only so much she could get off of a placebo effect with decaf.
She took Chance’s writ and dragged him up and out of the kitchen towards the nursery. She’d told him he hadn’t been allowed to see it until it was done, like a bride on her wedding night. He grumbled but agreed because he liked the idea of a surprise waiting for him when all this moving was said and done. That was the one part of this fairy tale that wasn’t quite as lovely as the rest: the actually moving part.
“Close your eyes,” she said, as they stood outside the door that was still unmarked (they were waiting to know the baby’s sex before they gave it a name and stuck it on the door).
“Why? The door is closed,” Chance said.
“Don’t be difficult and just do it,” Hannah said.
Chance gave her a grin and sighed dramatically but did it anyway. She took both his hands in hers and pulled him forward, pushing the door open behind her and leading them into the room. She stopped in the dead center. All the pictures were hung, the crib was completed and furnished with blankets and pillows, ready for a baby at any moment. Stuffed animals were waiting to greet them in every corner of the room. This was as perfect as Hannah could have hoped for and she desperately hoped that Chance agreed.
“Okay, open them,” she whispered into his ear, leaning close to his neck.
He shivered but recovered and obeyed and the wonder on his face was something that Hannah wanted to keep in her memory for the rest of her days if she was able. He looked so young and innocent and like all the events that had led up to them meeting never happened. He looked like he was standing in the richest goldmine in the world or surrounded by a tropical island. His reaction was everything she could hope for.
But there was more.
He dropped to his knee without warning, so quickly that she almost didn’t notice until he was no longer in her eye line. She looked down. She knew what was coming next. She knew it in her heart. But she wasn’t going to let herself hope for it too much until she saw proof. She got it very quickly in the form of a small velvet box opening to a shining, huge diamond ring, bordered on either side by small stones of her birthstone.
She didn’t want to be that cliché girl but she couldn’t stop herself from covering her mouth with her hands and letting out a bit of a squeak while tears came to her eyes. It didn’t even need saying, not really. She was carrying his child, living in his home, kissing him awake every morning. But she wasn’t going to rob them of this moment.
“Yes,” she said strongly, loudly, resolutely.
He sprang to his feet and took her in a tight hug, lifting her off the ground to the sounds of her squeals as she warned him to not hurt the baby through her own giggles. He swung her around once or twice before lowering her to the ground and gently pushing strands of hair behind her ears. He came in to kiss so fully she wondered if she’d ever truly been kissed before that moment. As their lips moved together, he placed the ring on her finger. It so perfectly she almost wanted to cry some more.
Instead, she gripped at his face and at the base of his neck and pulled him in close. It very quickly turned from sweet but impassioned kisses to things not fit for young eyes. She wasn’t sure who stuck their tongue in whose mouth first but she wasn’t complaining when the kiss went that direction. She held onto him even tighter, relishing that her still small belly could allow them to be so close and flush together.
His hands came down under her thighs and pulled up, encouraging her to jump up and wrap herself around him. She did so without hesitation and quickly began grinding herself against the abs of his exposed stomach where he had not yet put on a shirt. He moaned into her ear and bit at her neck as she moved against him.
“We probably should do this here,” she husked to him.
“Why’s that? It’s as good a place as any?” he breathed back.
“Do you really want to look our kid in the eye knowing that we fucked in their bedroom before they were born?”
“Touché.”
He walked them out of the room and down the hall into their bedroom. He gently lowered her on the bed and followed to hover over her, taking a moment to look into her eyes. She’d never felt so loved or happy as he began to move against her, his hands exploring every inch of her while her own hands did the Hannahe with him, finding him already nearly ready with a hard erection between his legs. They wasted no time with joining together the Hannahe way that had led to the conception of their child. Their moans were in sync and their movements flowed together perfectly.
They were meant to be together, and nothing was going to change that.