"There is no freaking way that I'm going to get this!"

This time instead of only him we both were covered head to toe in paint (all the colors of the rainbow), I was getting a whole new coat of reds and blues while he was just adding to the massive amounts that never wash out.

(didn't I tell you that paint chips are sexy? and my baby is never without them)

"Come on El, you can do it. Trust me, babe, I started out just like you, stick figures (which lasted about one week) and all. Please, I want to help you, will you let me?"

even when you're covered in sky blue, circle of it surrounding the other man in my life who has yet to grace this world, and crimson red.

With cramped fingers and the need to shock anyone or anyone there is no way you could say no to the face.

('live with me, El, I can support both you and Noah' I had to say yes, and another hell yes, even baby was saying yes)

"Fine, I'll try but only for you. But it's going to be hard, after all my stick figures don't even look like people, just blobs of nothing."

"We'll work on that, Elle. I bet you'll be painting like me in no time (seeing your work I bet a year before that happens) and I bet Noah will be just as great."

Even if he was still inside (something he almost didn't get a chance to do, thanks to daddy) I could tell, like the the moment I knew he was a Noah and not a Sylar, that he loved his father-to-be as much as I did.

And when he finally came (which at my size, could be any second now) our little play, the one filled with trying to be normal and escape from the life we once new, would have a third person to brighten it up.

(he gets that father that isn't a psychotic-serial-killer-that-almost-killed-us-both but rather a almost-been-killed-but-kicked-death's-ass-artist as daddy)

"With you as our teacher, we could rule the world with just one blue covered paint brush. But right this moment before we get back to this mess (mine full of bright colors and his full of our future) that is my painting, we need some kissing. After all I doubt you'll want to kiss me after you see my latest painting, it's hideous!"

(hell even baby was hating every brush stroke I made)

"I think that can be done, now drop that brush (before you grace us with more blobs) and get over here."

"Oh, my super-artist, I'm already there!"