A brilliant morning sun breaks through the clouds as Ichabod lies awake in the bed next to Abbie, his fingers lightly stroking her small rounding belly.
To lay with her, watch her sleep, was as so breathtaking that he had to remind himself to breathe. He flattens his large hand out over her belly as he closes his eyes. "I love you." He whispers as he lowers his head to place a kiss where his hand had been.
Lifting his head he catches the warm honey of Abbie's eyes, her smile more beautiful than ever. She takes his hand, kissing his palm. "I wish you could feel the baby move. Every time you touch me I feel a small thump in there."
"To know our child is well is all I need my love." With the sun breaking through the curtains he kisses her, his lips resting tenderly on hers.
Abbie gives him her lazy morning smile as she climbs from bed, stroking her belly. "I know you prefer not to go in during my doctor's visits but today I really want you to."
He takes a pair of slacks out of the closet, scratching at his beard. "Why is today important Abigail?"
She walks out of the bathroom wearing only a towel, taking a sweater off a hanger. "Wear this ... I love the way it brings the blue out in your eyes."
Ichabod watches her walk back into the bathroom, his eyes instantly going to the way her ass is swaying. He lays the clothes on the bed, his attention on the bathing beauty in the next room.
Steam floats out the door as he enters, Abbie singing in the shower. Pulling the curtain back he steps in, his arms pulling her velvet wet skin against him. "How can I resist such a siren call Abigail? To tease a man in such a way will only lead to ..." His words are cut off with a deep kiss, her body crashing against him.
Her hand trails up his tight muscular back, every inch of him hers. As he lifts her off the ground, she shudders at the feel of his large hands cupping her ass. A long moan leaves her lips as he caresses her neck, his tongue licking across her collar bone. The steam from the shower swirls around them, their bodies meshing into one.
She can feel a shiver roll over him as he slides his hard length in her, both of them quivering with instant pleasure. He holds her tight as he strides upwards, thrusting so slow he can feel her core tightening around him. Abbie was use to his slow and steady love making; he always took his time to enjoy her.
Now was no different, his body moved with hers in perfect timing. Every stroke, every kiss, every movement bringing them both closer to the sweet bliss that was only found in each other's arms.
Moving his hips a little faster he could tell by the moans coming from his lover that she was on the verge of soaring to heaven. Her opening vibrates with the pleasure from his hard cock sliding deeper inside her. Abbie reaches up, her fingers twisting in his wet hair as the pleasure reaches its peak. "Ichabod!" She screams out as he gives her one more thrust.
When they have both been completely satisfied they rest against the shower wall, Abbie resting her back on his long wet body. Ichabod caps his hands over her roundness, his body utterly spent. "I wasn't expecting that and it properly wasn't a good idea seeing how I'm going to visit my gyno today." She lets out a giggle, her hands resting on his.
"Are relations not allowed during this time of your pregnancy? I was to understand we could for now." He looks down at her, her smirk warming his heart.
"Yeah we can but maybe not on the day I go for a doctor's visit." They finish their shower, Ichabod not sure how he found himself with this amazing woman.
The doctor finishes the examine, telling Abbie everything looked good. He winks at her making her blush. "Do me a favor Ms. Mills. Wait until after your appointment next time." Her blush burns hotter on her cheeks, knowing exactly to what he was referring to. "We're going to do the ultrasound now. Do you want my nurse to show you fiancée in?"
Ichabod walks in, sitting down beside her. He watches as the nurse places a clear gel like substance on Abbie's belly. "With this machine they can see inside your womb?"
The doctor describes what he's going to do and what they are going to see, Ichabod hanging on every word. Abbie takes his hand, her big brown eyes dripping with love. "They're going to tell us the sex of our baby today."
"Sex? They can tell the gender of our child with that? From the last images you showed me I barely made out our child." His blue eyes stare intently at the monitor. When the sound of the heartbeat thrums through the room tears spring in his eyes. "Abbie ... is that a heartbeat?"
She nods her head as she cries with him. He squeezes her hand lightly as the doctor points out the outline of the baby. "You're right on course Ms. Mills. Nineteen weeks almost twenty and the heartbeat is strong. Now, let's see if the baby is in the mood to cooperate with me."
Moving the transducer around he stops, smiling back at the weeping couple. "Congrats you two ... it's a boy."
Ichabod's long fingers rest on the screen, his teary blue eyes looking at the image of his son. Looking back at the reason for his joy, he kisses her softly. "Today you give me a great gift. You have bestowed me with your love Abigail and now this."
She wipes her tears as she pulls herself together. "You better save some of that joy there for our wedding day. Since someone has to be married before this child was born I guess next few weeks are going to be busy."
"Do you not wish to remodel Corbin's cabin and make our home there?" He gazes into her eyes, not sure if its apprehension he's hearing.
"No, of course not. Jenny and Frank have been working so hard on helping us get it ready and we need a bigger place for the baby. No, it just are you sure about getting married out there?" She looks over at the doctor and nurse as they leave to give them some privacy.
"The weather will be warmer with spring approaching. I do recall you saying no church wedding." Her small hand brushes his cheek; his blue eyes always making her heart skip a beat.
"You're right. Why not start our new life in the place we'll call home." They both look back at the frozen image on the monitor. The nurse hands them the ultrasound image with the word boy wrote on it.
Back at the precinct Abbie passes around the ultrasound picture, all of her fellow officers congratulating her and Ichabod. Like a proud papa, Ichabod walks around with his chest puffed out.
Captain Irving walks over to them, patting Ichabod on the back. "Congratulations you two. A boy … wouldn't know what that's like. Wait till you have a girl. Raising my little girl is the joy of my life but she's growing up so fast." He looks back at Abbie, her eyes narrowed.
"Uh … we never discussed having any more children." Ichabod and Irving both look back at her, Ichabod's hand stroking her back.
"There was no discussion about our son either Abigail. When the time is right we will discuss having more children. Seeing as how it is you that will carry the child, the discussion is up to you." He gets a sideways smile from her, knowing he had defused the situation.
Abbie looks over at the desk Luke had sat at, her heart a little heavy. Ichabod takes her hand, whispering softly to her. "You look lost in thought."
"I know Luke is a good man, he just let jealously and pride get in the way of us being friends. I regret he may lose his job over this but I'm glad he's not dead. There are things out there that want to tear down anything good, anything right. We can't let them win Ichabod. More than ever I see that now." She rubs her belly, her bottom lip trembling.
He wraps his long arm around her, kissing the top of her head. "Upon my word my love, they will not prevail."
Jenny calls to them from the hallway; the look in her eyes that of urgency.
"Hey Aunt Jenny, want to see your nephew?" Abbie walks towards her as she pulls her into one of the offices. Ichabod follows them in, Jenny fidgeting about.
She looks at the ultrasound then back up to Abbie. "I'm sorry to bring you down sis but we have way bigger fish to fry. Our local good witch society informed me there is some big magic brewing in the Dark Coven. They think the coven is summoning something. Starla told me her leader felt a shift last night, as if someone or something is draining the magic from Sleepy Hollow. Trust me … whatever this is ain't good."
Upon hearing the new development Abbie and Ichabod head to the archives, sending Jenny to bring Starla to them. "Jenny be careful. I have the feeling we're still being watched."
With a scowled brow Ichabod rubs his chin. "Of course, the spring solstice. I remember a fable once told to me when I was a boy and in this tale it was said that a witch's powers are heightened during each change of season, the solstice. The spring solstice is nearly upon us and it's at this time witches recharge their life force."
Abbie knew with witches in the mix, and powerful ones at that, they were in for yet another test of their faith.