it came out in present tense, too
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allthatgoesThey can't face each other when they sleep anymore, so he's wrapped around. her back. Well – not wrapped around her back, he realizes when he stops to think about how they're lying there – that doesn't make any sense. But he's behind her, pressed up against her, his chin touching the top of her head, his arm wrapped around her, fingers splayed across her barely-still-growing midriff, drumming lightly every now and then and waiting until he feels the baby kick kick.
It's hot; they're sleeping naked. It's not sexual, just intimate. That way he can still hold her. That way he's still as close as he could ever be when not inside her.
He's telling them stories – not just one of them, but both, stories appropriate, he thinks, for an unborn little girl to hear. He doesn't doubt she's listening. He tells them stories, about his childhood, about his years in school, about things they've done together from different perspectives. About other pregnancies he's been around – their first, together, the pregnancies of friends, of family. About things that haven't happened yet – what he sees in his mind when he thinks of his daughter growing up.
Things she might be someday.
What she might look like.
Where they'll be, in ten years, as a family.
He's pressed his face into her hair as he talks, red curls encircling his face and practically swallowing them. It's hard for him to breathe, he teases in a whisper, nestling closer still until there's no way for her to escape him.
Like she'd want to.
She tilts her head back and kisses under his chin.
He kisses the tip of her nose.
They sleep.
It's hot; they're sleeping naked. It's not sexual, just intimate. That way he can still hold her. That way he's still as close as he could ever be when not inside her.
He's telling them stories – not just one of them, but both, stories appropriate, he thinks, for an unborn little girl to hear. He doesn't doubt she's listening. He tells them stories, about his childhood, about his years in school, about things they've done together from different perspectives. About other pregnancies he's been around – their first, together, the pregnancies of friends, of family. About things that haven't happened yet – what he sees in his mind when he thinks of his daughter growing up.
Things she might be someday.
What she might look like.
Where they'll be, in ten years, as a family.
He's pressed his face into her hair as he talks, red curls encircling his face and practically swallowing them. It's hard for him to breathe, he teases in a whisper, nestling closer still until there's no way for her to escape him.
Like she'd want to.
She tilts her head back and kisses under his chin.
He kisses the tip of her nose.
They sleep.
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Date: 2009-04-29 06:03 pm (UTC)words BRAIN GONE omg
THIS IS PERFECT I LOVE THEM
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Date: 2009-04-29 06:05 pm (UTC)ALMOST THREEEEE DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYS
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Date: 2009-04-29 06:21 pm (UTC)...I SHOULD FINISH MY ART THAT I DREW OF THEM WITH BABIES AGES AGO, Y/Y/MFY?
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Date: 2009-04-29 11:17 pm (UTC)