Something woke me up. I blinked into the blackness of my bedroom and waited, trying to sort out what it was. Not something threatening - my instincts had done enough of that that I knew the difference. Marcone was curled on his side, his head resting on my shoulder, squashing me between his body and the wall. I'd shoved him off the bed the first time I'd woken up like this, trapped.
Okay. Not so much 'shoved' as freaked out, kneed him in the stomach, elbowed him in the face and thrown him across my admittedly tiny room. We'd 'talked' after that. It boiled down to this: I didn't like waking up in the dark, pinned down. Marcone understood, and tried not to do it. But sometimes his subconscious got its way and he put himself between me and the door. It was some weird caveman thing. I did my best to ignore the complete lack of logic that made some part of him think that he could protect me from any threat that got through the goons he had patrolling the neighborhood, because in spite of all his denials I knew they were out there, my wards, my door, and Mouse.
But that wasn't it. I'd gotten used to that, for the most part.
No, it was the warm, gentle pressure of Marcone's hand against my belly. Not in itself unusual, but he was rubbing circles. Tiny ones, yeah. But still. I turned my head just a little so I could see his face. Hells bells. He was asleep.
Well, that answered that.
I closed my eyes and shifted, turning toward him and forcing his hand to slide over my side so that rested on my hip. I felt him stir, wake up enough to realize it was just me moving and fall back asleep. I did my best to follow him.
~
"What is this?" I held up the coffee mug Marcone had just handed me. It was full, just not with coffee.
"Orange juice. You can tell, by how orange the color is. Also, if you taste it. Oranges."
"Ha. Ha. Why is it not coffee?"
He held up one of the pamphlets Ellie had given us at her office the day before and flipped it open.
'Caffeine and Your Baby'. It was way too early for this. Especially without my coffee.
"This says that the recommended limit of caffeine intake, per day, for a pregnant woman is either one cup of regular coffee, or one soda."
"When did you have time to read that?"
"While you were in the shower." I sipped my orange juice.
"I don't take that long a shower. And I don't drink that much caffeine."
"I've seen you eat your cereal with Coke instead of milk."
"It's tasty. And a valid substitution." I ripped the top off of his chocolate chip muffin and started prying the chips out of it. "You're going to be a freak about this, aren't you?"
"I'm trying to be responsible is all, Harry."
"Uh-huh. You know you were doing the full on pregnant-woman-belly-rub in your sleep?" Marcone laughed.
"Was I?"
"Yeah. Guess you've made up your mind on that happy not-happy thing." He snatched the remains of the muffin top out of my hands and ate it.
"I told you the idea made me happy, Harry. That fact changes nothing about the situation." Marcone picked up his own orange juice and took a deep drink. "We need to decide what we're going to do. What we want to do and what is best."
"I don't-" I shook my head. "I'm only about two months along, right? So there's...that." I made an odd slashing motion through the air. Sue me. I didn't want to say the word 'abortion'. It was an option, yeah. But I really didn't want to take it. And I didn't need to. But yeah, it was there. I could feel Marcone stiffen. Modern criminal, yes. Still a man, though. And one who had a huge fierce thing about kids. "But I don't want that. I want to have the baby, okay? I just don't know if it's safe."
"Believe it or not, Harry, dangerous people have had children before." He relaxed against me. We had maybe five or ten minutes before Hendricks started knocking. "We'll take every precaution." I snorted at the irony. He ignored me, pointedly. "And we can take the time to think this through. After all, we've got another seven months or so."
"What do you think we should do?"
Marcone sighed.
"I want to tell you that I'll keep you safe. Both of you. That we can keep the baby, and raise her. But what I want may not be what's best for the baby. We can't offer her a normal life."
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Fill: Fortuitus Familia 2/?
Date: 2011-03-15 08:27 pm (UTC)Okay. Not so much 'shoved' as freaked out, kneed him in the stomach, elbowed him in the face and thrown him across my admittedly tiny room. We'd 'talked' after that. It boiled down to this: I didn't like waking up in the dark, pinned down. Marcone understood, and tried not to do it. But sometimes his subconscious got its way and he put himself between me and the door. It was some weird caveman thing. I did my best to ignore the complete lack of logic that made some part of him think that he could protect me from any threat that got through the goons he had patrolling the neighborhood, because in spite of all his denials I knew they were out there, my wards, my door, and Mouse.
But that wasn't it. I'd gotten used to that, for the most part.
No, it was the warm, gentle pressure of Marcone's hand against my belly. Not in itself unusual, but he was rubbing circles. Tiny ones, yeah. But still. I turned my head just a little so I could see his face. Hells bells. He was asleep.
Well, that answered that.
I closed my eyes and shifted, turning toward him and forcing his hand to slide over my side so that rested on my hip. I felt him stir, wake up enough to realize it was just me moving and fall back asleep. I did my best to follow him.
~
"What is this?" I held up the coffee mug Marcone had just handed me. It was full, just not with coffee.
"Orange juice. You can tell, by how orange the color is. Also, if you taste it. Oranges."
"Ha. Ha. Why is it not coffee?"
He held up one of the pamphlets Ellie had given us at her office the day before and flipped it open.
'Caffeine and Your Baby'. It was way too early for this. Especially without my coffee.
"This says that the recommended limit of caffeine intake, per day, for a pregnant woman is either one cup of regular coffee, or one soda."
"When did you have time to read that?"
"While you were in the shower." I sipped my orange juice.
"I don't take that long a shower. And I don't drink that much caffeine."
"I've seen you eat your cereal with Coke instead of milk."
"It's tasty. And a valid substitution." I ripped the top off of his chocolate chip muffin and started prying the chips out of it. "You're going to be a freak about this, aren't you?"
"I'm trying to be responsible is all, Harry."
"Uh-huh. You know you were doing the full on pregnant-woman-belly-rub in your sleep?" Marcone laughed.
"Was I?"
"Yeah. Guess you've made up your mind on that happy not-happy thing." He snatched the remains of the muffin top out of my hands and ate it.
"I told you the idea made me happy, Harry. That fact changes nothing about the situation." Marcone picked up his own orange juice and took a deep drink. "We need to decide what we're going to do. What we want to do and what is best."
"I don't-" I shook my head. "I'm only about two months along, right? So there's...that." I made an odd slashing motion through the air. Sue me. I didn't want to say the word 'abortion'. It was an option, yeah. But I really didn't want to take it. And I didn't need to. But yeah, it was there. I could feel Marcone stiffen. Modern criminal, yes. Still a man, though. And one who had a huge fierce thing about kids. "But I don't want that. I want to have the baby, okay? I just don't know if it's safe."
"Believe it or not, Harry, dangerous people have had children before." He relaxed against me. We had maybe five or ten minutes before Hendricks started knocking. "We'll take every precaution." I snorted at the irony. He ignored me, pointedly. "And we can take the time to think this through. After all, we've got another seven months or so."
"What do you think we should do?"
Marcone sighed.
"I want to tell you that I'll keep you safe. Both of you. That we can keep the baby, and raise her. But what I want may not be what's best for the baby. We can't offer her a normal life."
"No...but...could we offer him a good one?"
Re: Fill: Fortuitus Familia 2/?
Date: 2011-03-15 08:54 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Fortuitus Familia 2/?
Date: 2011-03-16 08:10 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Fortuitus Familia 2/?
Date: 2011-03-15 09:23 pm (UTC)Hendricks
Gard
Murphy
the Carpenters.
It's gonna be LOLZ-y.
Re: Fill: Fortuitus Familia 2/?
Date: 2011-03-16 08:11 pm (UTC)The one I really want to write, though, is Eb.
Re: Fill: Fortuitus Familia 2/?
Date: 2011-03-16 06:59 am (UTC)"No...but...could we offer him a good one?"
It's not going to be a boring one, that for sure. :D
Re: Fill: Fortuitus Familia 2/?
Date: 2011-03-16 08:11 pm (UTC)