Prompt: Imagine one of your OTP is scared.

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Martha sat on the sofa next to Larry. The were watching star wars - again! This was one of Larry's favorite films, amazing actors, graphics and one of the best plot twists in history. Arm around Martha, Larry was getting right into it. Sadly the same couldn't be said for Martha. She had never enjoyed Star Wars and only watched it as she new how much Larry loved it. But for some reason, this time she just couldn't get into it. She didn't know if it was because she had seen it so many times or there was something more to it than that. She sat there staring at the screen biting on the skin around her thumb; something she only ever did when she was nervous. There was only one thing in the world that Larry would stop watching Star Wars for, and that one thing was Martha. Glancing over at her he saw she wasn't enjoying it nearly as much as he was.

"What's up?" He asked.

Martha hadn't heard him, she was just starring into space. Larry nudged her a little causing Martha to jump out of her skin. "You okay?" He asked again.

Martha gave a little nod. "Yeah, I'm just thinking." She said, still not really paying attention.

"Let me guess, about a certain little someone in a different certain someones belly." Larry said.

Martha laughed, Larry was a little odd, but she just nodded. "I'm just worried, what if something goes wrong."

Larry gave her a reassuring smile. "Nothing will go wrong, I promise you and just think, in less that six months we will have our beautiful baby goy or girl."

"I hope so." Martha said wiggling into Larry's arms as he snuggled into her sort blonde hair.

Later that night Martha was in bed, after brushing his teeth, he slipped into bed with Martha. "You okay now?" He asked.

She nodded. "Yeah, I've just had too much time to think about everything that could go wrong."

"Well stop." Larry said. "I personally will make sure everything goes smoothly. After all, Mr. Smooth is my middle name isn't it?"

"No... It's Carl."

"Well, yeah, but you know my what I mean." he chuckled as him and Martha snuggled in bed.