An OTP prompt from the otpprompts blog on tumblr.

I don't own Total Drama.

To think that she had two more months left was torture.

She'd never felt more unattractive in her life. Sure, her hair had never looked better – aside from the three-inch wide strip of red-brown roots down the middle of her head, but she just felt disgusting. People were telling her that she was simply radiant, of course, and sometimes she felt like she could be, but she was up and down again like a pogo stick.

Sure, she was past the vomiting stage, but now she had intense cravings for random and often disgusting foods at the most inconvenient times, and she felt like she had to pee every half hour. And it didn't help that she felt like a whale. She was so used to being skinny, and now she had a hard mass in her abdominal area.

And if she were Geoff, she would never want to touch her again. She was disgusting. Fat, disgusting and having the worst mood swings she had ever had in her entire life. Just the other day she'd burst into tears because she couldn't reach the salt on the kitchen table.

She hated her hormones.

She hated her body.

She hated being pregnant.

And as she lay alone in their double bed, she couldn't help the tears welling up in her eyes. And when Geoff came in, she squeezed her eyes closed and pretended to be asleep, hoping that he wouldn't talk to her. She didn't want to make him feel guilty for not wanting her any more. It wasn't his fault, and she didn't blame him in the slightest.

But when he got into their bed and slid his arm around her waist, she flinched from his touch, trying to ignore the choking feeling in her throat.

"Don't touch me," she whispered.

"What?" he asked, pulling her body closer to him, and leaning in to hear her better.

"Don't touch me." she repeated, louder, the strain in her voice evident.

"Oh, okay. Sorry." he said, releasing her immediately and she felt him roll over to face the other way.

"You don't have to pretend." she said after a moment, still fighting her tears. "I wouldn't want to touch me either."

"What?" he asked again, his tone indicating that he was clearly very confused.

"You don't have to pretend that I'm still attractive to you," she said, ignoring the stinging of tears in her eyes. "I get it."

"What are you talking about, bra?" Geoff asked, rolling over again to bury his face in her hair, pressing his bare chest against her back. Sliding his arm around her waist again, he gently caressed her swelling abdomen. "I'm not pretending."

"Why would you want to touch me at all? I'm so disgusting right now." she managed to choke out, silently succumbing to her tears.

He slid his hand to her hip, and rested there for a moment before reaching over and taking her hand with his. He moved it to her abdomen, and held it there a moment. "You feel that? That's my baby. Our baby. We made this little dude or dudette together, just the two of us."

He moved his hand to her hip and rolled her onto her back, then wiped away her tears with his thumb.

"And you know what? You're having my baby, bra. You got no idea how sexy that is."

Taking her hand in his once more, he brought her hand closer to him, touching his lips to her wrist gently.

And for the first time in many months, the tears she cried were happy ones.

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