Day 2: Sleepy
Leaning against the headboard of their bed, Lucina was sleeping again, as Robin hung from the ceiling, somewhat of a habit of his now a day.
It was nearly six months now, and there had been no major issues. That didn't mean that there was no problems, as these scenarios are well overplayed that everything is perfect or things go terribly wrong.
They had just gotten over a small scare in the fact that there was no heart beat for a second, and the release of the pent up fear and anxiety from Lucina had her completely exhausted. This let Robin ponder a bit, wondering just how much of his life had improved.
Sure it was a strange thing to ponder after confirming that your child was still alive, but his mind, and there for, me the writer, was strange. Seeing how she was fine, he came down from the ceiling, landing gently next to the bed. Even though he would be quiet, she always had that one way of knowing if he was there or not, and it somewhat bugged him.
Her eyes were still shut, as sleep still had a grip on her, and it may as well have.
Kneeling by the bed, he just sat there, watching her chest rise and fall with her breathing.
For some reason, the longer he stared, the more and more mesmerizing he found Lucina.
Is this what people said about pregnant women, that they would seem to be the most beautiful while they were pregnant.
He seemed to agree with that.
Getting up and taking some of his heavier clothes off, Robin joined her in bed, sitting up and still looking at her.
Gently stirring in her sleep, Lucina slowly wiggled around a bit, before she felt something wrapping around her waist. Shifting her head to look around, she found Robin was half way down the bed, his head leaning towards the top of her stomach.
Her first initial response was a little lagged out, wondering what the white spot above her stomach was, before smiling a little bit.
Robin's arms had somehow snuck under her body, and he was muttering something about sugar.
Shifting her weight around to sit up, as it was slowly becoming more difficult to do so, Robin stirred, as his head was suddenly much higher than where his shoulders would've been.
"Too much peanut butter!" he yelled out, whatever dream he seemed to be having suddenly interrupted by being woken up.
Sitting there for a moment in awkward silence, Lucina let out a little laugh, before Robin eventually realized what he had said.
"I was making candy," he mumbled, looking the other way.
Sighing, Lucina pulled Robin in for a hug, smiling at his little pouty face.
"I can't feel my arm right now, would you try hitting it for me?"
