Nicole was on her way to her bedroom to tell Waverly that Wynonna was almost there, when something halts her before she turns the corner. Waverly was speaking, hushed and endearing, maybe in case Nicole walked in, or just for the sake of an intimate moment.
"Your mommy and I love you, but you weren't supposed to come yet, sweet baby," Nicole hears her say.
She sneaks a peak and sees Waverly lying down on her back across their bed. Her shirt was raised and both hands lay on her slightly swollen belly. She leans in and listens some more.
"Not that we didn't want you!" Nicole hears her correct, she can almost hear Waverly shaking her head, trying rid her self of that prior statement.
"We've always wanted you! You know, we were told it was safe to start trying because our first few attempts were supposed to be trouble-shots."
Nicole can't help but laugh at her choice of words. Her heart swells thinking about her wife in the other room talking to their baby, Nicole's baby inside of Waverly. This moment was surreal. Nicole wouldn't trade it for the world.
"We're not done yet, though, and we both want you to stay safe, your mommy and I. I'm going to have to start doing things a little differently, but I want you to know that your mommy and I are going to do whatever we have to to protect you. We wanted to wait but I guess you got impatient, huh."
Waverly laughs and Nicole rounds the corner to lean in the door frame, deciding it was time to interrupt, "Hi, baby."
Unfazed by her wife entering in on her conversation, Waverly looks up and smiles at Nicole, tracing circles on her belly, "Hi."
If anyone had told Nicole four years ago that, upon moving to Purgatory, that she would be fighting supernatural jerk-off's, her sister-in-law would be a descendant of Wyatt Earp, and that she would become the, single-handed, most lucky woman in the world, she wouldn't know what to think. This woman, sprawled out on their bed, is a vision. Hair in every which direction, for God sake she hasn't even put on pants yet, and Nicole couldn't imagine her life being any other way.
Nicole smiles back and makes her way to Waverly's side, she lays on her side and props her head in her hand, "What're you doing?" She asked, almost in a whisper.
"Just talking to the baby." She takes Nicole's free hand and places it on her stomach, then places her own atop, "but you knew that."
"Waves," Nicole starts rubbing, the action becoming somewhat ritual. She searches Waverly's eyes for some indication that her wife will understand, she repeats, "Waves, you and the baby will be fine. I won't let anything happen to you."
"I know you won't." She hums, her smile widening and she closes her eyes, taking in the moment before her wife has to go.
In spite of Waverly's stoic appearance, Nicole knows there's something in there that Waverly isn't letting on, but now isn't the time to pry because, "Wynonna's almost here."
She noticed the night before, during the attack, something was off. Nicole wasn't in the same room when they were ambushed, but when she did join them, they were almost had, Wynonna and Waverly. It was very unlike either of them, both are so stubborn and run head first into anything that is thrown at them, surprise or not. It scares the shit out of Nicole.
She doesn't know whats scarier, though, them running to, or away from the danger.
They both sit up and Waverly grabs Nicoles t-shirt to guide her in to a kiss. Full of love and promise, Nicoles head spins and she reaches up to cup Waverlys cheek. She can feel her love smile into her lips.
"You better have studied today, I want you to tell me all about what you read when I get back, too," Nicole pokes.
The last time Waverly had the day off to study, she spent it crafting.
"Baby, look!" Waverly opens the door to what would become their baby's room.
"I've been practicing!" She says excitedly.
Nicole looks around the room, which is mostly empty, besides the copious amounts of hand sewn pillows and freshly knitted blankets. How on earth did she manage to do all of this? Nicole thought, she had only been gone for eight hours.
"You love those blankets!" Waverly plays coy.
"That's not the point, and don't think you can't just bat your eyes and get away with everything." They both know Waverly can.
"How am I supposed to concentrate when a certain sheriff promised to distract me?" she pretend pouts.
Nicole, as if on cue, pulls her wife flush against her and places her hand behind Waverly's head, deepening the kiss. She slips in her tongue, but only for a moment, enough for Waverly to audibly moan into her mouth. Nicole's other hand begins to wander, slowly down Waverly's shoulders, through her arch, and onto her perfectly shaped ass. She grips it, and like a switch, ferocity sparks between the two, she takes her other hand and grabs Waverly by the waste and hoists her up. Waverly locks her legs around Nicole's back as she tuns to brace Waverly onto the wall behind her.
Waverly was the first to break the kiss, "Baby, you have to go."
"Wynonna can wait."
Their lips crash together again, this time Nicoles hand wanders up Waverly's thigh, and to her center. Waverly gasps at the contact and she arches her back, pushing herself into Nicole. She continues to tease Waverly though her panties as they move with a rhythm.
Waverly begins to rock harder, "Nicole I need you Inside of me," She opens her eyes and looks directly into Nicole's, "now."
Without hesitation, Nicole turns and walks to the bed, placing Waverly on the edge. She breaks the kiss to pull her wifes panties off and kisses up her legs, her stomach, and lifts her shirt so she's able to capture one of her perky breasts in her mouth while massaging the other one.
"Oh my God, Nicole, " she breaths in ecstasy, her core burning for contact.
Waverly, growing impatient, grabs Nicole's hand that's teasing her breast and pushes it down to insert it herself. Waverly gasps, shock waves coursing through her body, her walls tighten instantly around Nicole, whose left staring at her wife in awe.
She begins pumping at a steady pace and Waverly is left writhing on the bed with anticipation.
The room fills with gasps and oh my god's until, " Nicole use your mouth."
Nicole comply's and lowers herself to Waverly's clit, gently flicking it with her tongue at first, she loves teasing her wife, her own fire burning between her legs.
She quickens her pace, "Yes! Nicole, right there." Nicole moans into her wifes center, but doesn't stop. Waverlys on the edge, she knows any second she'll crash, Nicole decides to insert another finger.
Waverly's head shoots up in shock, "Baby!" Nicole smiles at her, as best as she can, and continues.
"Yes, Nicole, don't stop! Oh my G-," Her breath hitches and her body shakes underneath Nicole, still maintaining eye contact. Nicole reaches her free hand up and hooks it behind Waverly's head, pulling her closer, "Yes! Yes! Im cuming, Nicole, don't stop!"
She doesn't, not until her wife falls limp, heavy panting fills the air and Nicole collapses next to Waverly.
"Wow," Was all Waverly could say, and just like that she was up and straddling Nicole. All these hormones are going to kill her, she thinks to herself as Waverly leans down and whispers in her ear, "Your turn."