AN: This was a request for IMMAREADERNOTAWRITER who has learned to love Blaincedes as much as I do. One a side note I would really love it if you checked out krishnaata's Blaincedes fanfic, it will blow your socks off thats for sure :) Thanks everyone and I apologize for spelling errors!
Blaine couldn't help but smile as he took in his wife's figure in the bathroom doorway. She wore his faded gray socks and a loose fitting t-shirt that brushed her knees. She left the faucet water running while she brushed her teeth, humming some melody she probably wrote for yet another song. Somewhere in the background the wall clock softly counted down the minutes to midnight, its sound echoed quietly down the hall and out the window of their busy street. Blaine sat up to rest his back against the headboard, pulling the plain blue sheets up to his navel and sighing.
He folded his arms into his lap, shutting his eyes, just listening to the sounds that poured into the room all around him. He could hear the ominous ratta tat of the trolley floating on the tracks on the street outside, the constant thrum of the cheap outdoor lighting, a trickle of rain pounding on the window, the sounds of Boston. He loved it here. More than he love New York in fact. Something about this bustling city made it different, unique and wonderful at once. The bathroom light flicked off and Blaine's wife tiptoed over the creaky floorboards of the bedroom floor. She brought in the smells of honey and cinnamon with her and the scent tickled the insides of Blaine's nose. He could hear her move around to her side of the bed, feel her shadow loom over him for a silent moment.
She sighed as she plopped down onto the bed, resting her head up against Blaine's chest. "Blaine?" she whispered, he could hear the smile on her mouth in her tone. Slowly, he opened his eyes to look down at her, taking in her wide deep brown eyes and soft skin that flickered underneath the soft glow of the moonlight dancing in through the window.
"Hmm?" he arched an eyebrow, wrapping a protective arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer. She burrowed into his side, nipping at his ear before settling down onto her fluffy pillow. "Do you still want to go through with this?" she asked, uncertainty filling her voice, making her words seem thick and heavy in the air floating around them. Blaine looked down at her with a tender smile set onto his face.
He'd wanted to start a family for as long as he could remember. When he was in high school he thought that that would be impossible, but he wished upon his metaphorical stars and someone, somewhere granted his wishes and brought him his wife. Now both of his parents were pressuring them both to make babies, lots of them. His wife's family was practically leaving baby clothes on their doorstep everyday so it was obvious that they wanted a new edition to the family too.
At first the newly married couple was uncertain. They wanted to wait for the time to be right… Now four years into marriage, it appeared that they'd arrived just on schedule.
"I'm sure" he replied.
Blaine turned onto his side to stare into her eyes, enjoying the way they twinkled as they gazed back at him. He slid closer, pulling up her t-shirt and resting a hand on her stomach. She leaned forward and kissed him, hitching a leg over his waist, "I love you"
He smiled, bringing his other hand to rest on the small of her back, "I love you too Mercy"
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