Another little blurb to Apocalypse Au because I don’t wanna let go of Mama and Price. Blurbs will be written out of chronological order, but I will eventually make a masterlist (note to future Ivy)
Cw: Fluff.
First Part
Third Part
A gentle, calloused hand ran along your hip bone. No designated pathway, just freely exploring along your stretched flesh. You hummed softly, not quite waking, but not deep sleeping either.
You were softer now, your body progressing into preparation for life. You could feel it now. Your back ached more, your breasts started leaking intermittently, and you were far more tired and nested more. Nothing was right, but at the same time, you were content.
A luxury in this new world order.
A hand slid across the front of your protruding belly and stayed there. A soft kiss, roughened up by facial hair, touched your bare shoulder. You smiled, nuzzling further into the other arm that was curled under you and acted as a neck rest.
“Hm. Hi, darlin’,” John’s voice filtered through the quiet of the bedroom.
It was not a room you earned when you put a downpayment down on the house. It was simply borrowed. For you and John to hopefully last in instead of always being on the road.
John found it while scouting one day. Scoped the whole thing out before herding you, much to your dismay, through the woods. You forgave him for the way your lower back hurt the moment you lay upon a solid mattress for the first time in a long time.
That first nap was heavenly. John, though, he stayed up for hours, making sure no one would return, and you were guaranteed safety for now. Took a bit, but he finally settled.
Now, he was making plans to really secure it. Add more protection, make sure he could get food.
A little cabin in your own little paradise out in the woods.
You hoped your luck was turning.
“Hi,” you said right when the baby kicked aggressively into John’s hand. “Jesus. Good morning to the squirt as well.”
John’s chuckle was raspy as he rubbed your belly fondly. He never looked at you with anything but heart eyes now. It was easy to tell that this baby was everything to him. It was lovely to see him settle into the domestic aspect of your relationship. Especially considering his military background.
Always on the go. Always looking for the threat. Always sleeping with one eye open.
You needed your husband to calm down, and thankfully, in some ways, he had.
“Lad’s ready for a jail break,” John murmured, pressing another kiss to your shoulder. He hummed softly as he held you, relishing in the early morning sun with you. “How does Mama feel?”
“Like a mess.”
John grinned. You felt the upturn of his lips and a moment later, his teeth. He bit lightly on your flesh before soothing it over with a kiss. You loved it when John couldn’t get enough of you. Made you feel so warn and fuzzy, back pressed up against his furry chest.
You were safe.
“You’re stunning,” he answered back. “Absolutely breathtaking. Carrying my baby despite the hell outside.”
He turned your head, blue eyes gazing affectionately down at you. His facial hair was starting to grow out more since he had been focusing on survival more than grooming. You were no better. Legs unshaven, body sweaty most days. It was the norm of the world now.
He pressed a quick, chaste kiss to your lips before he pulled back. His eyes were half-lidded as he took you in.
“Bloody breathtaking,” he murmured.
He unfurled himself from around you, coaxing you up. You wanted to protest, but instead, you just gave him a perplexed look. Your body slouched as you struggled to sit up. And you breathed heavily just from that alone.
John rolled onto his back and patted his thigh. You raised an eyebrow. “What?”
“Sit. Wanna look at you,” John ordered.
“Can’t look at me when I’m lying next to you?” You asked.
John smiled. “Let me admire my wife the way I want.”
You rolled your eyes with a dramatic sigh. You swung your left leg over his lap, palms splaying out on his hairy belly to hold yourself up. You groaned, knowing you wouldn’t be able to hold this position for long.
John traced your body with his hands, starting at your hips. He squeezed at the softness of your body there, eyes softening. Then he went further up, cupping at your swollen breasts. You knew there wasn’t supposed to be anything sexual in the touch, so you merely leaned into his hands and let him do what he wanted.
You let out a deep grunt, however, breasts aching fiercely. It was a muscle ache that nagged at you because it was quiet enough to not be a significant worry in the list of pregnancy symptoms. Feeling John’s hands catch on your plush skin made you sag.
“Bloody hell, I’m so lucky,” he breathed. “World’s shit and I got you here changing because of me. Letting us have something good.”
Your body warmed at his praise. You really wanted to thank him for it, but mostly every position was hell to move into. You were starting to think you were going to have a 10 pound baby, had multiple In there, or was just really unlucky with how your body reacted to pregnancy.
“Love the way you’ve changed,” John continued. “Been scared shitless, you know?”
You pouted. “Scared?”
John nodded. He traced your collarbones next. The touch was absent-minded now but still loving. “Up to me to deliver the lad safely. Keep you safe.”
Realization washed over you. You actually hadn’t yet processed the fact that there were going to be no trained professionals to help you. Worry bubbled in your stomach as you swallowed nervously.
John noticed the change in your demeanor. “Hey,” he cupped your face in his hands. “None of that. Gonna do everything I can, eh?”
You nodded. You reached for his left hand, and he reciprocated immediately. Fingers weaved between your own as he lifted your hand to place a kiss to the spot right where your ring lay.
“You just think about how you get to hold our son soon,” John stated.
“You mean our daughter?”
John chuckled, “It’s going to be a boy.”
