Hey everyone! Okay so I've debated about actually coming back to this series since I normally like to finished one story before I work on another. But with the much appreciated inspiration I get from my friend Sacrecrow, I've decided to do just that! I was thinking about whether or not to keep this a short story, but depending on how it goes, that's still up in the air. Let me know how you guys like it! I just couldn't seem to stay away from these two. Since I post so much of material on my tumblr page (you should check it out by the by;)
Anyways enjoy!
The day was sunny, the windows open with a light breeze coming through the entire house. The smell of orange blossoms filling the area. It was both beautiful and relaxing. Something that was long overdue and well deserved.
Sasha walked along the long wall of shelved books and scanned each one, her hand subconsciously placed on her now larger stomach. Her green eyes landed on one book in particular. Unfortunately, it was a bit higher than she'd expected. Letting out a huff, she placed a hand on her hip, glancing over to see a small stepping stool to the far right of the bookcase. She smirked and walked over, grabbing it and positioning it just beneath where the book was placed.
Taking one step on the chair, Sasha grabbed the wooden shelf in order to heave herself along with the extra weight up. Stretching her arm higher, her finger brushed over the spine of the book until finally grabbing it and pulling it out.
"Gotcha," Sasha whispered, taking the book and attempting to step down from the stool
As she glanced down she noticed Roman standing directly aside of her with an intense gaze. Sasha gasped and jumped, tripping back and falling from where she stood. Roman quickly caught her before hitting the ground.
Her hands clasped onto his shirt while her eyes remained squeezed shut, expecting to feel the impact of the floor underneath them. That was before she could feel firm arms holding her tightly. Slowly opening her eyes, Sasha's gaze flickered up to see Roman holding her, his own blue orbs staring into her emerald ones.
She let out a soft sigh and she gently dropped her head on his shoulder, "Ugh, you scared me."
Roman stood up as he lightly placed Sasha's bare feet on the floor, making sure she had her footing. "Why aren't you resting?"
"I'm not tired. Besides I needed to stretch my legs."
His eyes wandered down to the book in her hands, "What's that?"
Sasha looked down at it and showed him, it was a book about pregnancy. She smiled, "I need to know what it is I'm getting myself into."
He frowned, "Why?"
She scoffed and pointed to her stomach, "I think it's pretty self-explanatory."
Roman's face didn't falter, "It's not a human child Sasha. That book isn't going to help."
She sighed, "Yes. But for someone who's never dealt with or had one. I can at least learn the basics."
Roman remained silent.
Sasha frowned, "Can't you at least accept the fact that your going to be a father already? Avoiding it isn't going to do any good."
Roman's eyes fell to her stomach, "That thing is only going to be a nuisance."
She rolled her eyes, "I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't talk about our son as if he's some sort of animal?"
Roman crossed his arms, "Well technically speaking. That's what it is." He made a face, "And how do you know it's a boy?"
She shrugged, "I can just feel it."
He gave a disapproving look at her stomach before walking passed her and heading for the hallway guiding up to the stairs. That's when Bruce trotted in the room and sat just before the entrance with his tongue out, lazily scratching the back of his ear and yawning.
Sasha turned around and took a step forward, "Where are you going?"
"Away."
She grunted in annoyance, "You're such a grump." Pointing to herself, "I should be the one with the mood swings here. Not you."
He looked back at her, "I'm the grump, am I?"
She stood there glancing to the side before crossing her arms and lifting her chin, "That's right."
"I'm not the one who threw a knife at me the other day."
"That was an accident."
He turned around to face her with a mischievous smirk on his lips, "Right. Well I suppose this grump doesn't have to walk you up and down the stairs anymore does he?"
Sasha frowned, "Now that's just not fair Roman. You know I can't right now."
Roman kept the smug look on his face as he gave a wink, "Then I suggest you figure it out," he replied exiting the room.
Sasha narrowed her eyes and scurried out of the room to catch up with him before turning the corner where the stairs led up to. Only to see Roman was nowhere to be found. She let out a breath as she stood there staring up at the seemingly endless stairway, still clutching the book in her hand.
"Shit." She muttered to herself. Nowadays she didn't have the energy to teleport or even move as fast as she did before. It was as if they were almost human in this place. Groaning she placed a tattooed hand on the stump of the railing. Once again heaving herself up onto the first step. Although her stomach wasn't that much bigger as she herself was in fact quite small, it was still a lot of work to walk around with another being forming inside of you.
Again, she pulled herself to get up the first few steps before wearing herself out. Bruce walked over on the side of the stairs and peered up to see Sasha attempting to make it to the second floor.
"What are you looking at?"
Bruce grunted as he sat there, panting while Sasha struggled up the stairway. Her eyes glanced back up to see she still had quite a way to go before feeling two hands grab her and lift her up off the surface. Roman rolled his eyes as walked up the stairs with Sasha in his arms, "I told you that thing was a nuisance."
While he may have been annoying her at the moment, she couldn't help but let a smile spread across her lips. Seeing Roman carry, her and help her in situations when she couldn't, made her black heart nearly skip a beat each time. "I thought you were going away?"
He didn't look at her, "How can I when your just as hopeless as the day I met you?"
She quirked her head, "Aw. How cute, you do care."
He grunted in aggravation as he reached the top of the stairway, "You've gained weight."
"I happen to be pregnant. Thanks to you," she spat
Her anger made Roman smirk a bit as he walked toward their room. She looked over to the small room she decided to turn into a nursery, "Wait! I wanted to fix up his room some more."
"Why are you trying to rush this?" he said in aggravation
She looked at him as she pouted, "Can I at least just put this in there?" She asked, brining the book up, "I know how much you hate seeing this in our room. So I'll just leave it in there for now."
He stood there with her in his arms, contemplating her words until reluctantly sighing in defeat and placing her down on the ground. She smiled and turned to open the door of the nursery. It was a smaller room with white and blue striped walls. A White wooden rocking chair with a matching cabinet next to it inside. Roman crossed his arms as he leaned against the door frame, watching Sasha place the book on the cabinet and glancing over at a tiny white wooden basinet at the other end of the room.
She put a hand on her stomach as she stepped closer to it, "Did you ever think you'd be doing this at any time in your however many years you've been alive?" she smirked
With one quick reply and a deadpan face he answered, "No."
She rolled her eyes with an amused look before leaning over, the look of discomfort now covering her face. She grabbed the edge of the bassinet and steadied herself. Roman furrowed his brows and quickly rushed over, "Sasha? What's wrong?"
She held her stomach as she shook her head, "Nothing," she took a long breath, "Baby's just kicking is all."
He had both hands atop of her shoulders while she looked up at him and gave a reassuring smile, "It's okay. Nothing's wrong."
His eyes flickered back to the bassinet, 'Your problems haven't even started lover boy.'
Suddenly Roman saw flashes and visions of Sasha all bloody and cut up. He abruptly released her and backed away. Making Sasha stare at him in confusion, "Roman?"
The man shook his head slowly, Sasha reached over for him before he avoided her and turned to hastily walk out of the room.
"Hey!" She shouted from inside the nursery
Roman didn't stop though as he marched down the hallway. Away from that damned room. He then felt Sasha's small hand grab his arm and stop him in his tracks. His eyes snapped back at her frustrated ones. They both stared at one another for a few moments in silence. She knew his feelings about children and emotions in general. But ever since that night he woke up in a cold sweat, he had been acting even more anxious than before.
She took a breath, "I know this isn't how you imagined things…And I really am sorry you have to go through this. If I could take it away from you Roman I would. But I can't." Her eyes fell to the ground while her hand softly slipped away from him.
Roman stared at her, seeing her hurt like that irritated him. He sighed and shook his head, taking his hand and cupping her chin so that she'd look at him, "No Sasha. That's not it at all."
She watched him, hoping to hear some sort of confession that he was genuinely happy about their situation, but it never came.
He stammered a bit with his words, "It's just. What if this baby is a mistake?" He saw the glimmer disappear from her eyes with one simple question. He closed his eyes and chastised himself for saying something like that. Women were creatures that held such emotion. He should have known better. She moved her chin away from his touch.
"No Sasha. That's not what I meant," he corrected, "I mean what if it hurts you?"
She furrowed her brows, "hurts me?"
He stood up as he stared at her, "Like I said. That thing—
"Baby."
He rolled his eyes, "Baby. It isn't human. Who knows what kind of effect it could have on you? What if it's too much?"
Her eyes once again fell to the ground with her hand on her stomach, "I think it's a bit too late for that Roman."
He closed his mouth and clenched his fists, "What if it takes you away from me?" he finally whispered softly
Sasha almost didn't catch it as she looked up at him, blinking, she smiled and stepped forward. Wrapping her arms around his midsection, "I'm not going anywhere."
His eyes shifted to hers, eventually resting his arms around her small frame.
"We've been through a lot already. Do you have such little faith in me that I can't even handle childbirth?"
"Yes."
She squinted at him, "Well I can. And I will."
He remained silent. Sasha let him go after turning him in the direction of their room. He quirked a brow as he watched her enter their bedroom.
"Where are you going?" he asked
"To rest. Your bitching made me tired." She replied with her back to him
Roman made a face until she turned to look at him with a hand on the door frame and a mischievous smirk on her lips, peeking from over her shoulder, "Your more than welcome to come join me."
His stoic features slowly started to ease as Sasha winked and left the door open for him. Without hesitation, Roman picked up his pace and darted toward the room.
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