Disclaimer: I own nothing. Chapter One: Premonition
Soul's fingers graced the slight rounding of her stomach. He smiled up at her and she returned the gesture. She ran a hand through his hair as his own hand stopped in one spot to feel the kick of the baby inside.A baby. Who knew that a baby could make them closer than they already were? The small creature hadn't even been born yet, but the little soul brought its parents closer together.Suddenly, the whole vision crumbled into little pieces. Medusa, the witch who was so dreaded, appeared; she cackled in a mad trance.She was dragged away by the witch off into a dark place that she couldn't even see."SOUL!""I'm coming Maka!" Soul screamed, running as fast as he could. But no matter how fast he ran, she found herself getting farther and farther away from him and she was stuck in the clutches of Medusa.
Maka bolted up from her peaceful slumber, sweat coating her whole body; she panted hard after the distress the dream had put upon her. She placed her hands onto her stomach, expecting to feel the bump that was there in her dream, only to remember she wasn't pregnant in the first place.
The seventeen-year-old glanced over to Soul whom slept peacefully in a sprawled out pose. She found herself frowning at the scar that lay across his bare chest—the one she had caused him to acquire years ago. She gently ran her fingers across the mark, being careful not to press too hard.
She loved Soul with all of her heart and she would do anything for him. She knew he felt exactly the same about her. It was hard to believe that they had gone from the best of friends to lovers while still being able to be weapon and meister.
Soul's eyes started to flutter open without warning. When he had woken up a little, he glanced at the small fingers that were placed on his chest. His eyes wandered up to Maka; she hurriedly pulled the sheets up over her chest in embarrassment.
The weapon sat up with a chuckle, "You don't have to be embarrassed, Maka," He brushed his thumb against her soft cheek, "You're beautiful."
They had been "active" for over a year now and Maka was still embarrassed about her body. After all, Soul could easily get a girl with a better body than her, and sometimes, there was a small fragment of doubt in the back of her mind that he might leave her for one of those girls.
"Thanks, Soul."
Soul glanced over to the alarm clock on the nightstand, seeing it was around two in the morning.
"What are you doing up so early?"
"I had a bad dream. I'm going back to sleep."
He noted how shaken up she appeared over the dream. Normally, the sweat from their activities would have found its way off her body by now, but she was still drenched in sweat, causing for suspicion.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"It was a stupid dream really."
In all honesty, she was somewhat embarrassed to talk about it.
Soul nodded, understanding Maka didn't want to talk about it. She laid down on her right side. He laid back down, too, spooning against her back, his left hand resting on her stomach—right hand underneath his head. It felt so strange that he would decide to place his hand there tonight rather than placing it over her hand like he usually did. She shrugged it off as him being tired.
"I love you, Maka."
"I love you, too, Soul. Goodnight."
Soul placed a light kiss onto her ear, "Goodnight, Maka."
I'm going to try to update this story once a week. Not sure which day I'll choose yet.