Inspired by MisterMacFarlane and an anonymous on Tumblr.
Temptation
Chapter one
The elevator doors slowly slide open, allowing you to escape its space. You quickly exit the room and make your way down the hallway. You greet the receptionist behind her desk. She smiles warmly back at you. You pass the lounging sofa's and are about to knock on the door, but you stop yourself. Something has caught your eye. Through the glass, you can see how the pretty blonde assistant is extremely close to him, her breast almost touching his face while she softly touches his arm in a very innocent manner. It rests there too long and their proximity is too close for your liking. You chew onto your cheek and proceed. You knock hard onto the wood for a few times before entering the office, rousing their attention. As you step inside, the two turn around. Immediately, a smile tugs at the corners of his lips.
"Good afternoon, Mrs. MacFarlane", Barbie says as she hastily grabs her clipboard and holds it in place in front of her body. She tugs a lose stray of her hair behind her ear, directing her gaze at the floor. You carefully watch her as you pass her by and place your hand at the very same place hers was seconds earlier. You lean in and place a kiss on his head, through his messy, undone hair.
"You ready, honey?", you ask him as your hand itches upwards, running it through his dark tousled locks before cupping his cheek. He meets your gaze, eyes seemingly tired after a hard day's of work, "Yeah". He closes his eyes and moves in to the touch. He lets out a small sigh, his expression unwinding, relaxing. Right now, he looks at peace, feels safe. You hear the sound of the door handle being turned behind you and the opening and closing of the door soon follows. After a few minutes, you let go off of him and sit yourself down on his desk, steading yourself. His eyes shoot open straightaway at the loss of warmth caressing his cheek. The brown pools burn curiously at you, but all seems to be forgotten when you unknowingly place a hand on your stomach.
"You don't have to do it. We can ask someone else to do it. If not, we can always hire someone."
His eyes direct themselves at your hand. Within seconds, he wheels his chair to you, sits mere inches away and places both of his hands against your swollen abdomen.
"No", he says, his mind sharp again as though he just found a new source of energy within his body, "I need to do this. I want to do this. Besides, how hard can it be to put up a crib?"
You chuckle, knowing that, even though he's extremely good with his hands on several levels, building something from a few parts is a gift and talent not spend on him. He can't put things together, even if he tried with all his might. And he knows this. It angers him, yet he continues trying. Laughter fills the room and he looks up. He smirks at you before leaning in and places a tender, soft kiss on your belly.
"I can't believe it's gone so fast. You're due in 18 days", he breathes gently against your stomach and places a longer lasting kiss against your stretched skin.
"I think there's a difference of experience here", you pause to notice he cocks his head adoringly at you, a little confused, "I can't wait to get this finally over with. I've been carrying it around for the last 8 months and have put on 50lbs. I feel gigantic"
"You're beautiful"
He places a feather-light kiss.
"I feel like a whale. I can't believe you're still attracted to me after what I've done to you, made you do, shouted at you and after all that weight I put on"
"You're incredibly sexy, honey, even with hormones surging through your body"
Another feather-light kiss.
"Thank you for the extremely late trips to the 7-Eleven"
"There's nothing I won't do for you", he caresses your belly with his thumbs while his lips are lightly pressed against your flesh, you can feel his lips move as he speaks, "Even if you eat bananas covered in chocolate paste. Or put peanut butter on vanilla ice-cream. Nothing, at all". He chuckles as you fight back the urge to cry and fail miserably at it. Before you realize it, you've started to sob uncontrollably. Immediately, he looks up at you, frowning worriedly while he takes your hands with his.
"Darling, are you okay?", he hesitantly asks.
"Yes", you wheeze, trying to calm yourself down, "I just love you"
He grins from ear to ear, eyes beaming and rises from his chair. He carefully pulls you on your feet and places a strong arm around your shoulders, pulling you in close. His arm embraces you, along with his warmth and masculine scent.
"I love you too", he whispers near your ear before placing a loving kiss against your cheek, silencing your sobs as he guides you homewards.
THERE'S GONNA BE A BAYBEH, OK?! BAYBEH! A SETH WOODBURY MACFARLANE BAYBEH.
