HH – Emma 3

She let her hand slip from under her chin, sending signals to her brain to open her eyes as the frumpy French teacher pottered around telling them to conjugate the verbs, she wasn't even listening. She couldn't stop other thoughts running through her head. Robin, their baby, Sarah, Robin. She let a small smile pray on her lips as she felt the baby flutter around in her stomach, it was funny, it was as if the baby was waiting until he came home before kicking, and ever since she never seemed to subside. She smiled to herself,

"Marian dear, do you want to leave now?" She snapped out of her thoughts as the teacher, like every other teacher in this school told her to leave five minutes early to avoid the bustle of crashing elbows and swinging fists. She sighed and nodded, standing up and exiting the class into the empty corridor. She wandered over to her locker and shoved her stuff in it, cramming it shut.

"Marian…"

She groaned, this time loud enough for him to hear.

"What do you want now Guy" she sighed.

"I just wanted to talk to you"

"so talk, but hurry I have to get to History" she raised her eyebrows at him, subconsciously telling him to sod off.

"Well, look, its obvious things around here with us have been disrupted lately…"

"Obviously" she smiled, looking at his black eye. He just shook it off and continued.

"But, I think now we should try and get things back to normal…"

"Normal?"

"Yes, you and I.."

"Guy, I am going to stop you right there, there is no you and I….granted yes you did help me during the start of my pregnancy, but that does not give you some sort of leverage over me….you will never be father to this baby, or anything to me" she stated bluntly. Making his features tense in anger.

"Marian…"

"Guy stop, for the love of God" she sighed in exasperation. His face was a picture.

"This is not over.." He said adamantly. She saw the look in his eye and knew he wasn't kidding. She held her breath, she didn't know why and let it out slowly as he sauntered back down the hall. She shook her head to herself and walked back to her other classes, only three more hours and she could go home. Robin was lucky, he had a free day, and he was spending it moving stuff in to her house, or rather their house now. The thought made her stomach flutter. She couldn't let her thoughts drift now, she was still in school, but it was too hard!

If the day had dragged any more she would have been going back in time. But now she could finally go home, granted she skipped last period and was technically truanting, but she didn't care, she just wanted to go home.

Her feet ached and her back pulsed at the very bottom, a spot she herself could not reach, but when Robin was around he would more than happily do it for her. She smiled as she remembered the feeling of his hand wandering over the swell of her belly, feeling the baby kick underneath it. She didn't even notice the house come into view. She pushed the white gate open and let it swing shut, pushing the wooden door open at the top of the stairs she called to Robin she was home, it felt like they were a married couple, she liked coming home to find him here.

"Robin?" she didn't hear any response,

She dropped her book bag on the table and pulled down her white top at the bottom, she would need to go shopping again for new maternity clothes, these ones were being grown out of very quickly. She stopped as she heard some noise coming from upstairs. She listened for a few moments and heard the loud rhythmic banging, her heart sunk. No! he did not just bring a girl home and was doing God knows what in their house! She felt the anger bubble inside her and her face flush with colour, she tensed her fists and looked down at her belly,

"Cover your bloody ears bud!" she gritted, not wanting her daughter to hear all the names she was going to call her father. She stormed up the stairs, her rage building to high peaks as she stamped over to the door, pushing it open quickly yet silently. She almost stumbled backwards, she felt the breath be ripped from her chest.

There was no girl, but there was Robin.

She felt a haze descend over her eyes and her knees grow weak. There was Robin, standing in front of the window, building the crib she had purchased a while back. That wasn't the most magnificent thing though, he was stood in tight jeans, hanging perfectly over his tight butt, sitting on the small bone of his pelvis at the front. His chest bare and shirtless, glistening with sweat due to the heat, which she was beginning to feel. She felt her knees shake even more. She couldn't take her eyes off of him, that body was amazing, so lean and toned, muscles ripped and strong, oh how she wanted to be enveloped by them. Perfectly defined and lick-able, beads of sweat running down his pecks and stomach, his abs were hard enough to grate cheese over, his shoulders wide and inviting, yet she couldn't move. She saw the tool belt sitting loosely on his hip, he was amazing. She pried her eyes off of the Adonis like body in front of her and moved them up to his face, which she was very glad he had not noticed her enter, he was too focused on building the crib, which he was actually doing not too bad at. His biceps reached over the wood and hammered the nails in to place. She felt dizzy. His forehead covered in sweat and his fringe sticking to it, his piercing blue eyes so focused and determined. She suddenly wanted to just go up and lick his peck, not really knowing why, ever since she got pregnant she found herself….well…erotically charged. To say the least. There was an unmentionable incident which occurred during her third month of pregnancy when she was getting a massage at her local spa with Djaq, and for some strange reason, more than likely hormones, she decided it would be a good idea to stick her finger in his ear, needless to say he was not impressed, and needless to say she was severely embarrassed. But now, with this amazing, gorgeous, ripped specimen of a man in front of her, she was having trouble controlling herself. And it didn't help that the radio he had playing just began to play Sex Bomb. She didn't know how long she had been watching him, but he still hadn't noticed her in the doorway, she watched him move effortlessly over to the small table and pick up a glass of lemonade.

Oh for crying out loud!

She shouted in her head, all he needed now was a can of diet coke and it was just like the advert, it was too much, yet she couldn't look away, it was as if he was in slow motion, he lifted the condensation covered glass to his lips, leaning his head back, she watched him gulp it down, the small dripped from the glass running down his neck and torso, she followed it down the middle of his abs, disappearing under the waistband of his trousers. She bit the side of her lip to keep herself from moaning out loud. Her heart was racing, she felt her head grow light as she watched him. He was perfect, he should be on the front of a magazine or something. She heard herself gulp loudly and shift position, still staring at him as he began to fix the cot again, this time, he did notice her, and noticed her staring too.

"Marian, you are home? Is everything alright?"

"Yes" she whispered, not completely out of her trance. Robin was confused.

"I wanted it to be a surprise, I was planning on having it built before you got home"

Now Marian was out of it, she smiled and let her jellyton legs move into the room, her hand falling to her stomach, she stood next to Robin, inspecting his handy work…..and the crib.

Robin stood up and let his own hand fall to her belly, gently rubbing it.

"How's the little one today then?"

"She's fine, kicking a little but fine" Marian smiled and looked up to his eyes, big mistake, she saw the deep azure colours in them and felt her knees shake. She held her shaking breath and looked back at the cot, trying to take her mind of the half naked God next to her.

"Erm…looks good.."

Too bloody right it does! she thought to herself

"I try" he smirked, adjusting the side, Marian reached for the hammer, but was stopped any his hand.

"Ahaha! No, you are not hammering anything!"

Well I would like to nail you

She couldn't stop the thoughts from running to her head, it was as if she had mental tourettes. She shook her head trying to rid them.

"Robin, I can help!"

"No, sharp tools, heavy! Bad for Marian!" he spoke in a Tarzan manner which she laughed at.

"At least let me hep with something?" she asked sweetly. Robin looked at her and nodded with a sigh.

"Right come here…" He moved behind her and held her hands in his own, showing her what part to hold and turn. She smelled the sweet aroma so close to her sent her on a rollercoaster ride, his skin on hers electrified every part of her. She gulped again.

"Right you got it, you sure its not too heavy?" he asked.

"…No…its fine…" she shakily said. Still trying to focus.

Robin smiled and walked around the other end of the crib, tightening the screws, Marian felt a part shift under her hand. He moved along the crib, his face hovering just a few inches from her own, his breath on her skin as he manipulated the wood.

"Eh, Robin…" she said, prying her eyes away from him.

"You okay?" he asked with concern. Looking up at her, her face right next to his.

"Erm. I do not think you should turn that any more?"

Robin laughed and shook his head, raising his eyebrow smugly at her.

"Marian, Marian, Marian….you understand so little about the craftsmanship of this…it is delicate….you do not understand"

"Alright Yoda" she teased, he laughed and turned it tighter. He looked up at her with a smile when it stayed upright, she just laughed, but then saw the look in his eye, he was so tempting to kiss, his lips begged to be claimed, what the hell she thought, she moved alittle closer, and to her surprise, he did too, he wasn't focussing on what he was doing and turned the screw tighter. Marian felt it spilt and let go, sending the frame crumbling to the floor, leaving Robin looking very embarrassed. Marian laughed and stood upright, trying not to let the colour run to her face, she almost kissed him! She decided to act nonchalant about it and wandered by his side, leaning her arm on his shoulder.

"Well…I hate to say I told you so.."

Robin turned to her and scoffed. "No you don't" he laughed.

"You're right, crafty craftsman!" she laughed.

Robin just nodded and looked at her, a small smile on his lips, "Will?"

Marian smiled and nodded "Will"

They laughed and Marian slid her arm around his waist, hugging him quickly.

"It is the thought that counts" she smiled.

"Well, I did do something else" he grinned.

"Oh you didn't put beer in the freezer did you, Robin for the love of God you know they explode in there!" she laughed.

"No, but this I think you will like"

Marian smiled, "Paint me intrigued Locksley.." she grinned.

Robin reached for her hand and squeezed it lightly, she let her other hand fall to her stomach as he led her down to the other room.

He stood in front of her with a silly grin across his face.

"Now, if you do not like it, I can change it.."

"Robin?" she giggled, not really knowing what he was up to.

"Alright, here we go…" Robin reached for the handle and opened to door, leading her into view of it. She felt her breath be ripped from her chest once more as he led her into the centre of the room, she felt like she was in a candyfloss machine. The entire room which was filled with boxes when she left was now a pink paradise. Bubblegum pink, small pictures of flowers and princesses hung on the walls, a small purple border around the middle of the room, a mosses basket in the corner, a small white changing table on one of the walls, a rocking chair by the window, mobiles hung from the ceiling, she laughed when she saw the blue strip she had bought pride and place on the door of the white cupboard. Rugs in the shapes of flowers on the white carpeting. It was amazing. She couldn't get over it, she turned to Robin who saw her face.

"You hate it? I can change it, whatever you wan I'll…" but he was ceased by her wrapping her arms around his neck and enveloping him in a huge hug, after the initial shock, he let his arms wrap around her waist, holding her tightly.

"So you like it then?" he smiled when she let go.

"Robin I love it!" she beamed, walking around the room her hand over her belly.

Robin watched her glow, even pregnancy made her gorgeous. Even more so, if that was possible.

"But Robin….can we really afford all this? I mean you moved in her to help with money, you cant just waste it, I wont let you" she spoke softly.

"ah, that is where you are wrong, it seems my flat sold fore more than the asking price, so we have enough money to do this, and get all the bills paid off, and even more, we can buy lots of new things for this little one.." he said placing his hand over her stomach. Marian couldn't stop the tears falling silently down her cheeks, she moved away from him and sat on the chair.

"Hey, you okay, did I do something?"

He sat in front of her, letting his hands rest on her knees,

"No…its just…"

"Just what?"

"Robin, this is…amazing…it just…its so thoughtful, and sweet…I love it…you are amazing for doing it…thank you.." she ended with more tears falling down her cheeks which he quickly brushed away.

"Hey, you're not giving an Oscar Speech Halle Berry, its just decorating"

"No, its more than that…oh just ignore me…stupid hormones…" she scolded herself and rubbed her forehead wit her hand Robin smiled and stood up..

"Come here…" he smiled, extending his arms. She smiled and stood up, she buried her face in his chest and quietly sobbed as he held her close. Even if it was just the hormones, Robin loved her being so close. Her belly gently leaning on his own, the sharp movement from beneath hitting him in the stomach, they both laughed, both feeling it and smiled at each other.

"I think she likes it" Marian smiled, placing her hand over it.

"I think she does" Robin placed his own over hers and smiled. This was his family. In their daughters nursery. It was perfect.