A/N: Sequel to my fic "This". This is for likeit, who needed her some G. Also for DixieH whose If and What if? fics were a great inspiration. In other words, If she hadn't written that, I probably wouldn't have written this. Er, wait, that's not right… :D
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A few hours later…
She awoke to find him running his face over every inch of her skin. "What are you doing," she asked sleepily.
"You're so very soft," he said. "I just want to check to see if any part of you is extra soft."
"Try my bum," she said. He flipped her over with a bark of a laugh, and rubbed his lips all over her bottom. She squealed.
o.o.o.o.o
A few days later…
When she stepped out of the bedroom, he stared at her bare décolletage and frowned. "Is that what you're wearing?" he asked.
"Yes, why," she said in her 'keep calm, Eames, you might not have all the facts' voice.
From the look on his face, he seemed to get that he was on the verge of being big trouble. "Because, er, I thought now that you had a boyfriend, you wouldn't need to dress like that." Or maybe he didn't get it.
o.o.o.o.o
A few weeks later…
When the babies happened, they were both surprised. She'd had an IUD since after Nathan, and she thought she was covered.
It happens sometimes, the doctor said. When you get closer to the end, sometimes your ovary pumps out a few eggs at a time to increase the odds. "Your body obviously decided this man was a good bet to father your children," he concluded.
"Well I did ovulate from both sides last month," she remarked. "What?" She asked, when Bobby stared at her with the strangest expression.
"That's such a turn-on," he whispered into her hair while she was dressing.
"I thought that was the idea, biologically," she replied.
He was so horny, she sucked him off in the car on the way home from the doctor.
"I can't believe we just did that," he gasped.
"We? You didn't do anything, you just sat there."
The presence of the IUD worried both of them, but it was Bobby who asked during 'their' next appointment if he'd have to operate to take it out. The doctor said no, it was unlikely to harm the embryos, and it would be more dangerous to 'open her up'. "We'll monitor her," he said.
As the embryos grew, the little device ended up resting near her cervix, pressed up against one of their tiny arms. The moment she went into labour, the doctor grabbed the plastic cord and coaxed it out, bit by bit. When they were born, one had a funky spiral indent on her skin that took years to fade.
o.o.o.o.o
A few months later…
She practically gloated over their wedding pictures, which featured her, as big as a house, in an ivory shirt dress and runners, and him in a navy suit with a cerulean blue shirt. Her mother and sister had exerted considerable efforts to try to make her seem more traditional and less, er, knocked up, but she had resisted them at every turn. They had been particularly obnoxious about the running shoes, but, "They were a wedding gift," she said implacably.
A wedding gift from Bobby. "Most bridal traditions include something, either a tight skirt, awkward shoes, an anklet with bells, or something, to keep the bride from running away. I want you to be here because you want to be," he said.
"I am," she replied. "I always was."
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A/N 2: Please review! And yes, I'm still writing. But WHiV is so hard, I have so much to juggle plot-wise, and I'm not used to working that hard. But it's coming!
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