Anarchic Matriarch

                           ”Having a soft heart in a cruel world                              is courage, not weakness.”

“I’m not poking fun.” He pouts and lets his hands rest just above Dani’s waist. He nods at the question. “As far as I know. That job brought in a lot so I can be here for you and Audrick.”

   “Better not be. Pregnant or not, I’ll kick your fucking ass, Hunter.” She grumbles, swearing softly. She shifts uncomfortably as he talks, then nods and looks a bit relieved as he speaks. Good. Now she didn’t have to worry as much about getting to the hospital if anything happens. There was no chance in hell she was driving herself to the hospital if something bad happened. “Good. I’m sick of askin’ Rico to come by and clean up the cat litter.”

“You’re small too. Could be he just takes after you more.” He hoped so at least. It would explain a lot and sooth a lot of fears the elder man still had with all this. Orion gently frames the womans face with his hands and leans down to place a soft chaste kiss on her lips. ‘I love you.”

   “Picking on your heavily pregnant girlfriend is pretty fucked up, Orion.” The woman fixes him with one of those looks, the ‘You’re in trouble, idiot.’ looks. Although, it softens as her face is cupped, and she leans up into the kiss, sighing softly when he pulls away. “Love you too.” She reaches up and wraps her arms around his shoulders, pressing her swollen belly into him, ignoring how uncomfortable it is. “You home for good this time?”

Get it?

“Well, better late then never.“ He purrs and his hand lightly rests on her belly. “It’s almost that time isnt it?”

   “Nine weeks, give or take.” She lets out a soft sigh of relief, even as he rests his hand on her stomach. Little things like that, they still bugged Audrick, and he fidgets a little in response but then falls still. “I think. He’s still... small.” She lifts her head, pulls back to give him a look.

Sad Girl Stitches

“I can carry you.” He always offers and she always refuses, normally, but still. Old habits die hard. “You gained weight!” he exclaims happily. “You been eating better?”

   “I’d rather keep what little pride I have left.” The woman shifts uncomfortably, burying her face against the man’s shoulder. “I know, trust me, we’ve all noticed how much I’ve blown up like a fucking balloon. And kinda. It’s hard to define eating better when you don’t remember half the shit you eat.”

“That is not an excuse.” he says and decides to close the distance since he’s pretty sure she wont now.

   No, it’s not but she’s pretty sure if she moves at this point, something not very good is going to happen. She feels off, like something’s wrong, and the random almost contractions and pains aren’t helping that thought. “Maybe I didn’t feel like waddling an’more than I have to.” She huffs, thumping her head against his shoulder.

-spreads his arms out for a hug-

   She looks at him, then down at her swollen stomach, then pointedly back up at him.

   “Not nearly often enough, apparently.”

“SO!”

“Who missed me?”