Stark Mansion. 5 a.m.
Tony Stark couldn't sleep. He kept turning over in the bed he shared with Pepper. Three weeks. Three weeks since she brought the invader in their house, and most important, in their bed. Unbelievable.
They didn't have sex for days because she wasn't feeling well, her back was painful. Okay, he did not complain, she was the one who carried their child after all. But hey, why was she always cuddling that thing?
He was the one to massage her shoulders, to comfort her when she was crying (it happened at least three times every week), to prepare her a hot bubble-bath when she wanted one, and she still felt the need to bring that maternity pillow in the bed. And that thing was not only ugly, it was huge. He nearly fell on the floor the first night Pepper slept with it.
His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by his woman's sigh. Looking at her, he saw that she was still asleep. He couldn't help but think at how beautiful she was. And her baby bump was wonderful. His heart was beating so fast when he thought about their child. Yes, a new family. It was a dream coming true.
He put a loving hand on her stomach, and waited until the baby moved. That was an incredible sensation. When he bent down to kiss her forehead, she sighed once more... and turned her head away from him.
Okay, now he knew that pregnant women were complicated, and ungrateful!
THE END.
Hum, Tony should be more understanding with Pepper. But hey, if he were, it wouldn't be funny anymore ;)
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