Ok this was just a short piece of fluff I had knocking around in my head!
Hope you enjoy it!
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She had woken up to the soft pacing of feet and confusion. Groggily, she rolled carefully to her side and reached out her arm. Instead of the warmth of her husband, her hand hit the cool air of the night causing her to jolt forward, though half awake, and sit up.
'Will?' She muffled, rubbing her eyes with her palm as she daintily swung her legs off the bed, slipping them into her nearby slippers and taking the 15 or so metres to the kitchen.
She glanced across at her husband, her heart slightly breaking. She had rarely seen him like this; this broken; head slung into his hands, tears running down his face, a snivel erupting every ten seconds.
'Will?' She approached softly and quietly, placing a hand on his shoulder, 'Will sweetie, what's wrong?' He didn't look up at her, just continued to stare into his hands as he muffled,
'I'm fine'. His snivels had begun to seize but his body looked exhausted, how long had he been like this? She felt a pang of guilt for not realising or waking sooner. She began to run a tentative hand through the array of brown coloured curls at the front of his head while her other hand lifted his chin up out of his hands. His eyes were bloodshot and his face marked the several hours of crying he had been doing. Without words, her thumb began to trace the lines down his face as her lips dabbed at his cheeks.
'Will, you're not fine, look at you, its 2 in the morning and you're sat at the kitchen table crying, now please tell me what's wrong'.
Scooping her onto his lap he began to trace lines only he alone knew along her body. Through her hair, over her shoulders, down her spine, 'Will', she said a little harshly, 'distracting me won't work'. He ignored this and continued his ministrations, his hand eventually resting on the swell of her stomach; the swell of their child. He began to stroke the curve with softness and adoration as his other hand wrapped around her back.
Her hands tangled in his hair as she pulled his face to hers and mouthed the truth he was too frightened to admit, 'you're scared'. She saw his eyes glisten over as he pulled her closer to his chest,
'What if something happens to you both while I'm asleep Em? What if something happens and I'm not there when you need me, like last time.'
'Oh Will', his name came out as a gasp of air. She had taken a fall at work last week, nothing too serious, just a wet floor without a sign. He had being acting peculiar ever since, insisting that he drives them to work, he carried her bag; little things that made the stress of the day a little lighter. She had had no clue he was feeling like this and she felt tears prick as she realised how blind she had been. Of course he was frightened. The mere thought of losing him again would kill her, how could she just dismiss the fact he wouldn't feel the same way?
'Will it was just an accident, we're fine'. She cupped his cheek in her hand and stroked his night old stubble, nestling her cheek against his to provide comfort.
'But I wasn't there Em, you fell and the first person to find you was Puck, not me, I could have stopped it Em, I could have stopped you from falling'. He buried his face deep within her neck as she kissed the top of his head; suddenly she had an idea,
'Come with me',
Without hesitation she grasped his hand within hers and led him to the bedroom, ushering him to take off his top. He looked at her with confused eyes but her look told him she was serious. He didn't know what she was planning to do but he followed her into the bed regardless, letting her remove the white camisole off her chest before pulling her closer.
'Take my hand', she whispered into his ear as he complied,
'Em, I don't understand',
'Sssh', she kissed him once on the forehead as she began to move their conjoined hands over her body, paying particular attention to her stomach. His lips found every curve and contour of their child and he stroked the soft skin, cradling it carefully.
'Feel that? That's our child moving around Will'. Even in the darkness she could see the smile on his lips, 'and here'. She pulled his hand to rest over her heart, 'that's my heart beating, strong and hard for you Will'.
'And mine for you', he whispered as he placed her hand on his chest.
'And that's what I want Will, just your love. I don't want a hero, I don't want you to wrap me in cotton wool, protect me from everything potentially dangerous in the world, I just want you there at the end of it, to hold me, to show me that love still exists, no matter how bad things get. You couldn't have stopped me falling, but you helped me back up, took me to the hospital, made sure nothing was wrong with me or the baby. You were amazing. You don't need to be scared, or frightened, you just need to be you, because you're so wonderful Will, you don't even realise it'.
He pulled her as close as he could, running a hand along her ribcage and up over her shoulder where he placed a soft kiss. She could feel the slight dampness of his new tears fall onto her skin as he mulled over her words,
'Thank you'.
'For what?'
'For knowing what to say, to talk me to sense, you must think I'm pathetic'.
'For worrying too much, for wanting to make sure we're alright? No I don't think you're pathetic Will. I think you're amazing'.
'Does my little girl think I'm pathetic?' he asked as she pressed her back into his chest, letting his hand wrap around her stomach,
'No, she loves you.' She felt his lips curve into a smile on her shoulder as her hand swung back and pulled his face into her neck so her lips were at his ear,
'Though she doe's think you're pathetic when it comes to spiders'. She kissed him on the cheek as she started to laugh.
He rolled her over, his hand never leaving its place over their child,
'She didn't see how big it was'.
'It was tiny Will',
'It wasn't'.
Her faint laugh filled the darkness of the room as she finally began to drift off to sleep. She could still feel the smooth touch of her husband's hands as they ran over her stomach. 'I love you Will,' she whispered, feeling his arm tighten around her,
'I love you too.'
