Figured I'd keep this going. Maggie owns them. I just want to play with them.
"Jane," Gansey drawled as he stepped out onto the porch of the tiny bungalow he and Blue were currently residing in. He was in nothing but a towel that hung precariously around his hips and, had they not been isolated from everyone else on the coast, Blue would have tried to push him inside to hide him from prying eyes.
As it was, she was only in a soft, thin robe that was a lot less than her normal layers. They'd become too comfortable in the past week or so, that was clear.
"Yes?" Blue asked after she finally managed to pull her eyes away from the rest of him and look at his face.
His brow was furrowed but a small smile tugged at his lips as he stared at the phone in his hand.
"Why do you think Calla has called me thirteen times in the last hour?" He held the phone out to her so she could see the numerous missed calls on the screen
Blue raised her eyebrows and shrugged. "Call her back."
Gansey recoiled as if Blue had just told him they'd stop making polo shirts or something ludicrous that would offend only him. He was clearly not keen on the idea of speaking to Calla directly.
"You call her!" He tossed the phone to her like it was on fire and ducked back into the bungalow. Blue sighed and lifted herself off the chaise she'd been lounging on. Their week alone in Venezuela was coming to end and Blue was feeling, well, blue. Gansey had only a few more days before his summer classes started and she only managed to take a week off from work, having chosen to not take summer courses.
Gansey was sitting on the low bed when she came back into the room. She climbed onto it with him, settling herself against the headboard. He sighed, turned, and rested his head in her lap. Blue smiled as her fingers combed through his still damp hair. With the other hand, she held Gansey's phone to her ear.
"Well, it's about time," Calla said as a greeting.
"Sorry, time difference?" Blue tried, but Gansey snorted, and she could practically hear Calla rolling her eyes.
"Nice try, girlie. Where's Richie Rich? Right there, I assume?"
"We aren't joined at the hip, you know," Blue pouted, but Gansey reached up and threaded his fingers through hers as she said it. He held her hand against his sun-kissed cheek and she softened.
"Listen. We've got to talk. Your mom's here, too."
"Am I not listening?"
"Stop being fresh. We need to know if you've…have you been…Ah, gods, Maura. She's your daughter, you do it."
While Blue laughed at the sound of the phone switching hands, Gansey sat up and pressed his bare shoulder to hers. He tucked his fingers into the collar of her robe and pulled it slowly down, so he could press his lips to her skin.
"Stoppit," Blue hissed and pushed his face away, but half-heartedly.
"Blue?"
"Mom?"
"Sweetie, are you sitting down?"
"Yes?"
"Okay," Maura took a deep breath. Gansey rested his head on Blue's shoulder, his warm breath caressing her skin. She shivered. "Listen. We were doing a reading and-"
"MOM. We asked you not to-"
Maura interrupted her. "It wasn't even a reading for you, darling. It was just…"
"What's going on?" Gansey murmured against Blue's neck.
"Mom, will you just spit it out?"
There was a rustling again and then Calla's voice came back, dry and open and honest. Blue dropped the phone after Calla spoke and she and Gansey stared at each other while Calla's voice drifted up from where the phone had fallen on the bed. He reached out and gripped her hand, his eyes wide. Blue had never understood the phrase "deer in headlights" more.
"Blue, did you hear me?" Calla was loud, of course they'd heard her. "You're pregnant, Blue."
xXx
Gansey's knee bounced up and down nervously as the plane sat on the tarmac. Blue rested her hand on his knee and glanced up at him.
"Are you sweating?"
"I'm nervous!" He whispered loudly.
Blue bit her lip to keep from laughing. Since Calla's phone call two days again Gansey had been a wreck. He'd hurriedly packed his bag, not even stopping to separate his clean clothes from his dirty ones, hardly slept or ate, and spent a lot of time just staring at the walls.
"Babe, there's nothing to be nervous about."
Gansey groaned and tossed his head back against the seat. "But! You're!"
"Yeah, I am. So what?" She asked softly.
They'd hardly talked about Calla's revelation of Blue's pregnancy. Gansey was too busy brooding and worrying, but Blue had no idea what he was worried about. It wasn't the 1950s. They were young, but they were stable. They had a nice place to live. Blue had a decent job. School was almost over for her and Gansey was finishing his undergrad before he made any more decisions.
"Are you…okay with that?" He asked, but didn't open his eyes.
"Hey. Look at me," Blue pleaded quietly.
Gansey did. His hazel eyes full of questions. She was the sensible one and she was okay? Gansey was supposed to be the whimsical one. The one full of dreams and wonder. What was wrong with this picture?
"I love you, you idiot."
"I love you, too, but…this is just not how I pictured it."
Blue laughed and took his hand in both of hers. "The first time I kissed you, you died. This isn't really how I pictured it either."
He didn't smile. "We don't have to…" Gansey's eyes dropped to their hands. "We're still young, and…"
"Is that what you'd want?" Blue asked sharply, pulling her hands away and leaning away from him.
"No!" Gansey said quickly. "God, no. I want a life with you, Blue. Forever. You know that. I just know that you're young and smart and I don't want anything to hold you back. I want whatever you want."
Blue was quiet for a long moment, her eyes rested on her hands in her lap. Cautiously, she reached for his hand again. He threaded their fingers together and pulled her closer.
"You are my family, Blue," he whispered.
"We are your family," she corrected him.
