you're having my baby...now you just have to admit it. (rp for <lj site="livejournal.com" user="zee_

[magic_fratboy]

((OOC: Bendytimed back to before week two of the competition, and edited because yeah...mun is baaaaaaad with timelines. :P Any mistakes in the following comments do not exist. These are not the droids you're looking for.../end Jedi mindtrick :P))

She was pregnant again.

The last time they'd talked, she'd come close, but hadn't admitted to the real problem...if one could even call it that.

She was quiet, reserved. She was dressing differently, and already he was noticing a change in her eating habits, the way she was behaving. He saw it in the way she held May, the way her face would glow, contort, then glow again. She was suffering, and it wasn't good for her.

Or the baby.

It was Sunday afternoon, and he was in LA again for the next round of Dancing With The Stars. Tomorrow was the dress rehearsal for his next routine, and then a big elimination that had him on edge already. Ziyah usually watched rehearsals when she was in town with him, and today she even had May with her. The sight made his chest ache, Zee with his daughter while beneath her baggiest hoodie, the swell of her belly was growing again and she wouldn't let him see...wouldn't let him touch her to feel it in the night...

Once Effie stepped out of the room to call her boyfriend, Tommy took a seat beside Zee, helping her give May her lunch. When the one year old was happily munching away on some finger-sized steamed veggies and hot dogs, Tommy finally spoke to her quietly as he stopped May from trying to put a hot dog up her nose.

"Are you ever going to tell me about the baby?"

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[magic-fratboy.livejournal.com]

He could feel it, too...the way she relaxed in his arms, the catch in her breath, the way her body shifted just a little to lean more comfortably back against him. It sent a flood of heat through him that raised goosebumps on his skin, made him want to cut out on practice and hustle her home where he could get rid of ridiculous things like clothes and lose himself in her...

With a sigh, he pressed a kiss to her neck and held her just a little bit tighter as he met her gaze and nodded. "Okay...you can apologize later when the kid's born." he compromised...then grinned after a pause.

"You mind if I celebrate, though? 'Cause I'm gonna bust something and die in about a minute..."

[zee-ali.livejournal.com]

There was a little sigh of defeat, knowing there was nothing she could say in argument. Yes, she was hopeful that she would carry this baby to term. But, even in her dire want, there was a hint of pessimism.

Relaxing a bit more, Zee couldn't help but smile as she squeezed his arm lovingly.

"Celebrate how?" she murmured, her lips grazing a small patch of skin on his cheek.

He better not say something like he wanted to tell everyone, because that was still a little premature for her.

[magic-fratboy.livejournal.com]

"Well, I thought I'd start here..." he murmured, then abruptly caught her and swung her off her feet, spinning in a circle with a joyful whoop, dissolving into laughter as he finally fell, hauling her into his lap as he hit the floor.

"And," he went on, still breathless and chuckling, "I wanna tell people. Lots of people. I know you prolly don't wanna...but it'll be good for the baby." Resting a hand on her stomach, he leaned in to steal a kiss.

"I know you're scared." he murmured, brushing her hair away from her cheek. "But fear kills. Before anything else, babe...fear can kill my kind. You of all people oughta know that."