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A Beckoning Call

Chapter 4

The dark of night was a gift in some ways. It often made him value the little light there was, treasure it like an offering of peace. Looking up into the starry skies whilst shrugging himself into his coat Jack marched quickly across the empty road and jogged down the dark roadside. It was a short walk to his apartment from the hospital, but it was the desperation he felt running through his veins as he darted down a small alleyway to reach home quicker, that surprised him. Five months ago and he would never have considered taking a short cut rather than walking by the water side, the waves lapping softly at this hour, the moon reflecting off the waves as they danced into shore. Now, his pace was faster, his heart raced until he climbed into bed beside her and more importantly, his smile was bigger.

The halls were silent as he slips into the lift and took it to his floor. Pushing his key into the lock, he twists it carefully and breaks open the door. He closes it behind himself, the lock sliding across safely. Leaving the lights off, sure not to wake her if she was even sleeping, regardless that it would only be a few hours before the sun began to show itself, Jack walks into the kitchen and downs a glass of water. In the sink were the remnants of her dinner pots, filled with water and what were probably once bubbles. Jack smiles to himself, and places his glass next to hers for the morning. The fridge in the corner hummed and Jack reaches into a shelf taking a chocolate bar and pulling the wrapper away. It had been hours since he had managed to eat anything and the chocolate tasted like the most delicious food in the world at that point. Jack admires the rest of his fridge content, recognising her weird choice in certain things, things she demanded that she just have to have when he last questioned her.

Still devouring the chocolate, Jack moves towards the bedroom. Immediately he sees her radiant shape lying beneath the ivory sheet, the duvet kicked to the bottom of the bed. Her hands lay on her stomach, which rose and fell as she breathes deeply in her slumber. Smiling uncontrollably, Jack slips closer to the empty side of the bed, the side which had become his once she had demanded that she slept on his side because it made her feel safe when he was at work for such long hours at night. The clothes which had been hung around him all day and most of the night surgery felt heavy as Jack strips himself of them peeling back his shirt and his T-shirt until the warmth of the summers heat flooded his skin. He steps out of his pants and boxers and cautiously pulls back the sheet to slip into bed beside her.

But before lying down his weary head and falling to sleep together, he sits up on one arm and admires the woman beside him, her beautiful golden skin and the shape of her shoulders. Jack's eyes slide down the sides of her face, concentrating so hard on relaxation she twitches. Her mouth swallows and Jack holds back the need to fall against her lips and kiss them repetitively. His eyes imagine the tumble of his kiss passing down her throat and into her chest. That wonderful chest, covered with a thin wavering sheet as she lay before him.

Jack peels it away from her body. Her hands slip from the sheet to her own body, now holding her unbelievable shape that grew and changed more every single day. Jack places the sheet at the bottom of their baby, leaving her waist covered. Leaning his head back on his pillow he sighs at the shape of her exquisite brown skin growing around their baby, which somewhere in there was developing even now. Jack holds back the urge to touch her, just yet. He knew before long he would give in, but there was something incredible about this pregnant woman's body that drew him closer to her, made him love her more if possible.

Her long delicate fingers flex around her stomach protectively. At night he found she always did this. She definitely possessed a motherly instinct, already. And he admired it so much. His eyes flash back to her face, still sleeping. There had been times in the past where watching her sleep had been a pleasure and a torment all at once. So often he had found his two sides toying with each other, questioning whether he should wake her up. This time he didn't have to.

As he brakes back from kissing her forehead softly, she sighs deeply and rouses from her slumber.

"Hey," she whispers, blinking slowly turning her eyes up to meet him.

"Hey gorgeous," he says naturally, pushing another kiss into her face, smoothing back her hair and bringing their faces together.

"What time is it?" she whispers, reaching up to her forehead to lace their fingers together.

"Nearly three." She opens her eyes wider. "No, go back to sleep," he mutters pressing kisses into her forehead and stroking her head lovingly.

She begins to sit up, pushing her and the baby up with the strength in her arms. Her hand instinctively strokes her stomach as she shuffles back against the bed board, Jack pulling her into his open bare arms. They settle back against one another tiredly.

"How is he?" Jack says his hands opening on her body and smoothing all the way over the little bump that was large to Kate, but quite small for Jack's hands.

Unable to answer for revelling in the feel of Jack holding her, making her feel so safe, she pauses her smile growing.

"He's fine," he kisses her hair, breathing her in slowly.

"And you."

"I'm fine," he kisses her again.

"Why are you so late?" she yawns, linking her fingers with his while their hands rest on the baby. Jack pulls the sheet up her legs where it had fallen down and over their hands.

"Surgery went on." She nods slowly, turning her head back to look at him. Within the darkness, Jack realises, there is often light, and in this case it flooded through her eyes to his.

"Come here," she whispers and greets him properly kissing his lips quickly. "Mm," she moans softly as his hands rub her belly gently.

"Has he been up much today?"

"Yeah for about three hours when I was trying to sleep." She mumbles shaking her head.

Jack remembered the first time she felt the baby move within her. He couldn't feel it himself, an internal coil or roll but still the delight on her face was enough to enjoy. She had yelped in fright at first, running in to him as he showered.

"What!" he had gasped throwing open the door.

"Feel!" she had shouted, realising after such anticipation for weeks what it was. "Feel it!" she squealed as Jack had pushed his hand to her belly, knowing how unlikely it was that he would be able to feel it, if this was the first time she was feeling the baby move. But nevertheless, he held his hands against her tiny bump as her face lit up every time she felt something. "You feel it!" she had grinned, throwing her arms around Jack in the shower, the water soaking her immediately.

Eventually drawing back, her had wiped the wet hair from her face and looked deeply into her shining eyes, brimming with tears as all her dreams came true, one after the other.

"I felt it," she had whispered as Jack, elated, had drawn her into a hug. Their arms had tangled, their faces pressed against one another as she cried softly under the cool shower. "God Jack I can't wait for you to feel that." She said knowingly, and smiled against his bare chest. "It's the most wonderful feeling in the whole world." She said looking up at him. "And I love you." She added like it belonged on the end of every sentence she spoke to him.

"And I love you." He nuzzled shaking his head laughing at her.

"If I could give you something," Kate said in bed with Jack his hands wandering as he thought back to that first time she had felt the baby and been so overwhelmed she had cried for an hour at least. "Something as wonderful as feeling a baby growing and moving inside of you, I would." She said softly moving to look into his brown eyes.

"You already have," he says pushing his fingers down round to the bottom of the bump and then dragging his fingers away to the join at the top. "I have you, and you are giving me a child."

"Is it different for guys?" she asks fingering his neck gently. "I mean, women are here to reproduce. What are men here for?"

"Men work." Jack laughs, joking with her. She rolls her eyes, exhausted from being on her feet a lot during the day.

"No-o," she whines, "I mean apart from the obvious, that we need you for this," she presses their hands harder against the baby.

"Men are here to love women." Jack guesses, shrugging with the unknown.

"You think?" she says, engaging in his thoughts twisting her fingers in his hairline.

"I guess," he whispers kissing her neck slowly drawing out a moan.

"You've always taken care of me," she explains, "I think men are good at that, but just don't know it." Jack nods against her shoulder.

"I think you might be right."

"I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have you taking care of us," she says pressing her fingers into the first flicker of movement since she had woken up. "Feel that," she mutters dragging Jack's hand to her right side, and pressing his fingers into the flutter. He nods, and concentrates on the tiny hand or foot that was beating against her body.

"Well you wouldn't be pregnant if I wasn't here," Jack clarifies and closes his other hand to the flutters as well. Kate strokes the back of Jack's hand lovingly as he touches her.

"I mean if we hadn't stayed together."

"Are you kidding woman," he moans as the kicks grow, "wow he's really going for it!" they laugh, Kate's smile bursting as she had longed for so many years and dreamt of a man holding her and the baby, like a real family were supposed to.

"There is no way I would let anyone pregnant with my baby go." Kate knew this already. She had almost expected it from him all those months ago, because Jack was bound to be this type of man. "But you," he continued, secretly pleasing her more than usual. "You, I'd never forgive myself." he says simply and draws them closer together.

Okay .. i intend to have flash forward scenes throughout the fic and will notify you if and when they occur! please let me know through a review what you think of the first one! Do you have any plot ideas you would like to see played out?