Title: Booth Babes
Chapter Four: The Pregnancy
Author: snarkysweetness
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Emma, August, Snow, Granny, Henry, Charming, Geppetto, & Archie; Emma/August & Snow/Charming
Summary: Emma manipulates August into getting her way, Granny is a sassy old broad, August is adorable, Archie gets sea sick, and Emma pouts a lot.
Warnings: Mild language, sexuality, mentions to sexy times, and tons of fluff.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author's Notes: I'm having a lot of fun with pregnant Emma. She's almost better than drunk!Emma.
"But I want bacon," Emma whined, poking at the disgusting looking egg whites on her plate. She was sick of eating bland, boring, healthy crap. All she'd eaten for the past three months were raw vegetables, cooked vegetables with no seasoning, bread, egg whites, and a lot of water because apparently juice was too 'acidic'.
August kissed the top of her head and pulled her loose quilt over her exposed feet.
"I know, Amore Mia," he cooed, kissing her cheek. "But eating like this got you past your sickness. Do you really want to risk going back to throwing up all the time?"
"Yes! I miss food. Real food. Food with taste. I would suck your dick right now just to have something different in my mouth."
He chuckled and kissed her lips.
"As tempting as that offer is, you wouldn't be able to actually do it," he teased, rubbing her stomach.
Emma pouted and pushed her plate away. She was as big as a house and she hadn't left her actual house for weeks with the exception of doctor's visits, which didn't count. She still got sick even though she was about to be in her third trimester, even if it wasn't as bad as before, and August watched her like a hawk to make sure she didn't break the rules of her bedrest.
Emma Swan was a doer and not doing anything was driving her insane. The least he could do was fry her up a piece of bacon. Or bring her a cheeseburger. Or some fries.
She moaned aloud, remembering how much she missed the food at Granny's and hot chocolate.
"I can't eat this crap anymore, August! I need real food, please!" She cried. "They need real food. Your children are suffering by eating this crap too! They're going to be tiny! We need a cheeseburger with extra bacon, extra fries, a chocolate milkshake, and just…a plate of bacon!
Please…I'll marry you if you bring me food!"
Okay, they both knew she was lying, but she was dying. All she did was lie on the couch or in bed. She'd read everything Henry brought her and if she had to watch more television she'd kill someone. She understood that he was worried about her but she needed to be able to walk around the house and clean something and eat greasy food.
"Emma…the babies are fine. While you may not think what I feed you is food it's all very good for-don't pout at me like that."
Her eyes were filled with tears and her bottom lip quivered. She'd become very good at the whole emotional pregnant woman bit. August hated to see her cry and before this whole baby business he'd been willing to do whatever she wanted to get it to stop. His paternal instincts were stronger than his 'make Emma happy' ones but it couldn't hurt to try.
He took her tray and set it on the coffee table before pressing his mouth to hers. He tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear and moved his lips to kiss the tip of her nose. Both hands went to her stomach and he gave her an 'it's not going to work' look.
She sighed in frustration and he kissed her again.
"Emma, I'm sorry. Please don't cry."
"I can't help it! I do nothing all day. I'm so bored! And I'm starving! And I miss sex! If you would just fuck me once maybe I wouldn't care about the bacon!"
No matter how hard she tried he wouldn't make love to her. He was too afraid of doing anything that could hurt the babies. She cursed this damn high-risk bullshit. He wouldn't be like this if she was having a normal pregnancy. He'd even gone as far as to move into the guest bedroom but she'd cried herself to sleep enough times that he felt guilty and moved back into their bed where the most action she got was him talking to her stomach in baby gibberish.
He let out a long sign before taking a seat next to her on the couch and pulling her feet into his lap.
"What are you doing?"
He tugged off her socks and began massaging her feet. She let out a loud moan.
"Does this make up for the lack of sex and bacon?"
"No, but if you stop I'll leave you and run away with Ruby."
"Keep talking like that and I might just so I can watch."
Emma kicked her foot at him and he chuckled. He placed his lips on her ankle and then massaged her other foot. She leaned back and watched him with a small smile.
"What?" He asked her after a few minutes.
"Nothing, I just love you."
He smiled and pulled her against him.
"I love you too."
"I don't believe you," she teased.
"Well then, maybe I should prove it you." He lowered his lips to hers and Emma's fingers went to his shirt. She was pretty sure she had chest hair in her fingers but she didn't care. He was a good kisser to begin with but throw on a horny pregnant woman who hadn't had sex in months on top of it and a kiss was enough to get her hot. This kiss however was good enough to get her off.
"Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" Emma whispered when he finally pulled away. Her lips were swollen and she no longer cared about that cheeseburger.
He grinned in a way that sent heat rushing through her body.
"Sorry, Ems, I couldn't help myself."
Emma pressed her lips against his again and moved her fingers to his belt. She wasn't sure how in the hell this was supposed to work with her stomach in the way but she didn't care. She couldn't go three more months of pregnancy and then six weeks of recovery without sex.
"Ems, we can't," August whispered, breaking the kiss.
"Henry's with your dad. There is nothing wrong with having sex while pregnant. And there's nothing wrong with the babies, only me. I promise nothing bad will happen. And we'll only do it once, to get it out of my system."
August shook his head and grabbed her hands. She could see how hard turning her down was but it didn't make it sting any less. She bit her lip but it didn't stop a small sob from escaping her.
"I know I'm fat and disgusting and you don't want to touch me but-"
She sniffled and buried her face in her hands, full on crying now.
"Hey, don't-Emma-" He reached for her but she rejected him by pushing him away.
"You don't have to be nice to me, I get it. I'm going to pop these kids out and my vagina will never be the same and I'll have one hanging from each tit and I'll get saggy and gross and you'll find someone else who's younger and prettier and who hasn't pushed out three kids and is still hot!"
"Emma, stop. I don't-" he sighed. "You're still sexy as Hell, Emma. I mean, you're even sexier now…"
"Liar."
"NO! I mean it." He ran his hands over her stomach and searched her face until she finally met his eyes. "I did this to you because I love you. And…it's hot. I mean…that…you know…I'm into it, Emma," he told her in a very throaty voice. He looked her over like he wanted to eat her. "And if I wasn't worried about you and the babies I'd have you on every surface of this house. You're absolutely effulgent. I will never stop wanting you."
Emma pouted and looked away from him with her arms crossed. She gave a small huff of indignation while shaking her head.
"I don't believe you."
August growled and ran his hands over his face.
"Emma, come on, I mean it."
"Then prove it," she challenged, looking back at him.
Two hours later Emma lay curled up on her side while August held her. She didn't even bother to hide the smug look on her face. She knew he couldn't resist her or her powers of manipulation for much longer.
"You're evil," he murmured, kissing her neck as he massaged her lower back.
Emma gave him a lazy smile. She was far too relaxed and satisfied to play coy with him.
"I told you nothing bad would happen." She reached back to grasp him. "And when I recover from that orgasm you just gave me I think I'll need three more."
He scoffed.
"I think you need a nap, you can barely keep your eyes open," he teased, leaning over to place small kisses on her belly. "I hope you two were napping because mommy is very loud and I don't want you to be traumatized before you're even born. No, I don't, because daddy loves you very much. Yes he does. He loves you almost as much as he loves mommy."
She snorted. She knew if it came down to her or the kids, he'd pick the kids. And she loved him for it.
"And your brother, daddy loves him too."
Emma ran her hand through his hair as he kept on talking to her stomach.
"You need to stop, you're too adorable, and it's going to make me want to let you get me pregnant all over again." Sure her hormones were all over the place and she was pissed off with him most of the time but she still loved him. And post-coital Emma was far too happy to not let his 'I'm going to be a dad again' happiness melt her heart.
"Good, I want you to have all of the babies. I just want you fat and pregnant all the time," he teased.
"In your dreams," she objected, toying with his hair as she fell asleep.
"August, you need to stop. I'm trying to tell you something," she protested. As much as she enjoyed what he was doing with his teeth, this was important. August ignored her and went for her neck. She knew if he kept on with this there would be no talking so she shoved him off of her.
"Would you listen?"
"How do you expect a man to concentrate when you look so tantalizing, Princess?"
She rolled her eyes.
"Because, you being unable to keep your hands off of me is why we need to talk," she retorted, annoyed, as his hands went for her shirt. Her words seemed to finally get through to him because he froze and gazed up at her with his gorgeous blue eyes.
"Emma, what are you saying?"
She could tell he was trying not to get his hopes up and it killed her because this was a subject that was the cause of all of their fights. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"I think, and don't get your panties in a bunch because I'm not sure, but…I…you may have knocked me up. Again." She glanced down to see his reaction and rolled her eyes. "Ugh, wipe that shit-eating grin off of your face, I told you not to get excited."
"Do you think I care?" He asked, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her down onto the bed. She shook her head and tried not to laugh as he kissed her. "How soon can we find out for soon?" He was like a kid on Christmas morning.
It was both endearing and aggravating at the same time.
"I don't know…Whale's the only doctor in this town. We can go by the hospital in the morning. What are you doing?" A giggle left her as his beard tickled the skin just below her ribcage.
"Checking on my kid, unless you'd rather I be doing something else? I wouldn't mind doing a little celebrating."
"You're incorrigible."
"And you love it."
With Whale's assurance that it was fine they kept up with their physical activities. Once a week, any more than that and August started in with his overprotective father crap. They also agreed to real food as long as it was made at home. Finally getting her way, Emma was as happy as a peach. Especially since Henry snuck a milkshake to her once a week while August was out with the boys.
Sure, she waddled when she walked and hadn't seen her feet in months, but it was all an improvement to how life had been a few weeks ago.
"This is crap, like breathing really makes a difference. I never did any of this crap with Henry. Mom, did they have this back in your land?"
Snow looked up from the pillow she was embroidering. She gave August an 'I'm sorry' expression and shrugged.
"No," she admitted. "But that doesn't mean you shouldn't still-"
"Oh, bollocks! You girls now, you're all wimps. I had my Anita by myself. No midwife, no one to hold my hand. Women don't know how to be women anymore! That's what's wrong with this world," Granny scolded, the blanket in her lap nearly complete. "And hurry it up, Snow! When I'm done with this one I need you to embroider a swan on this thing. I'm too old for that kind of fancywork," she commanded.
Snow hid a smile.
"Sure thing, Granny."
August sighed from behind her. She turned to find the annoyed father of her children attempting to keep his cool.
"You're not even trying, Emma."
"Lamaze is for sissies, you heard Granny. Tell him to back off."
"I don't care if you're having ten babies, you complain too much. Always whining and arguing. If I had a fine piece of man like him, I'd do anything he wanted as long as he kept me satisfied and judging by the condition you're in I don't think he disappoints where it matters."
A blush crept onto Emma's cheeks and August laughed.
"You hear that? You keep this up and I have someone to leave you for."
Emma leaned against him and locked her fingers with his, holding them over her womb.
"As if you'd ever leave me and the little bambinos. And what about Henry?"
"Fine, I'll stay with you, but only for the kids," he jested, nuzzling her neck. "And you're going to regret not learning the Lamaze when you're pushing our little bambinos out, Cara Mia."
"I will take my chances," she replied, picking up the remote and turning off the video he'd bought. Since pregnancy was a relatively new thing to a town that had been frozen in time for nearly three centuries there weren't exactly birthing classes so August had abused his credit card by ordering too many videos from Amazon.
She leaned back with a smile and he kissed her one and then again before helping her to her feet and into her favorite armchair.
"We brought dinner!" Henry announced as he entered the room with Charming and Geppetto slowly followed by a sickly green Archie.
"Don't tell me they actually caught something," Emma said, skeptical. When they'd announced they were going fishing she was sure one of them would end up dead. Especially when they added that they weren't even inviting the good old Captain along. Emma wasn't a fan of Hook but at least he knew his way around a boat and how to catch a fish. Her only hope of her kid coming back alive was knowing that August inherited his Mariner ways from his father.
"Oh, look at you, even lovelier than this morning." Geppetto kissed her hand and she gave August an amused smirk. She was surprised Geppetto didn't have every old woman in this town enamored with him. He'd passed on his Italian lover ways to his son and he was even better at them than August was. He was a regular Casanova.
"Stop it, Geppetto. I'm already worried Henry's inherited your charms. The girls in the town won't stand a chance if you keep teaching him how to woo them," Emma teased.
The old man gave her a wink as she heard vomiting coming from the kitchen.
"Archie get a little sea sick?"
Geppetto nodded with a wince and Emma nodded, figuring as much.
"I'm afraid we did not catch any fish today. They were all scared away by his retching overboard. But we did get a pizza. And before you argue my son, remember this beautiful woman puts up with you and has given you three wonderful miracles. You should be more patient with her."
Geppetto kissed the top of her head and moved into the kitchen to help the boys set the table.
"You should listen to him more often," she told August coyly.
"Why? You don't listen to anyone but yourself," August reprimanded while helping her to her feet.
"And your point?"
He sighed as he followed her to the table.
"You're going to be the death of me."
August held her chair out for her and kissed her before taking the seat on her left. He gave her a slice of the vegetarian pizza and a glass of milk. She didn't care what was on the pizza, it was pizza. She happily dug in and had her first slice finished before poor Archie joined them at the table.
She made a face, hoping he didn't puke at the table. Her stomach was weak enough without the smell of his vomit making her sick. The last thing they needed was the pregnant woman ruining dinner.
"So, Emma, honey, have you thought about names?" Her mother asked her from across the table.
"I think you should name them after Disney characters, mom."
Emma rolled her eyes.
"Come on champ, let your mom talk," her father told Henry, ruffling his hair in the process.
Henry made a face and bit into his pizza. Emma withheld a sigh. The kid looked more and more like August every day. Acted like him too. Hopefully one of these kids currently renting out her uterus would take after her or she'd be surrounded by infuriating Booths constantly teaming up on her.
August placed a hand on her knee and she looked up at him and gave him a small nod.
"Well, we have a few names. Emma doesn't want to know what they're going to be so it could change, but we have names picked out assuming we're having one of each. If not…we'll have to wing it I guess."
Emma swallowed her slice and stole a piece of sausage off of August's plate.
"We were thinking of names similar to well um…your Storybrooke names," Emma admitted. "But, no offense, mom, Mary is a really lame name." Snow nodded in agreement. "August really wants to name one of the babies after me if it's a girl which I think is stupid, but whatever." He kissed her temple and she shooed him off, stealing another piece of pork from his plate. "But we like Emmeline Amelia for a girl. It's kind of like Emma and we could call her Amelia or Amy for short and I don't know…August picked it."
"I let you pick the boy's name, so stop complaining."
Emma stuck her tongue out at him and he kissed her to get her to stop. Her father cleared his throat. While he was all for more grandchildren he didn't need to see August's tongue in his daughter's mouth.
"Right…um…what were we talking about?" Emma asked, distracted.
"Graham." August offered. After seeing the look of confusion on everyone's faces he clarified. "Graham Marco. I thought since Snow wouldn't be alive to have had Emma without him…and well, for you dad."
Geppetto seemed pleased by the news. Emma took August's hand and leaned against him with a smile.
"And if it's two girls um…one of them will be Margaret and whatever I can find that goes with it and if it's two boys one of them will David. We know it's cheesy, but...they're all better than the crap Henry keeps coming up with."
"They're not that bad," Henry protested.
August gave Henry a pointed look.
"Walter Booth?"
"Okay, I may see your point, dad," Henry admitted.
"I think it's great, I'm really-" Archie began before he went green again. Her dad helped him to the bathroom and Emma winced at the sounds coming from it.
Emma placed a hand on her belly, feeling one of the babies kick her. She let out a small sigh, realizing that her poor kids were going to be born into a family full of crazy people.