Prompt: irenehogan-blog Marcos keeps asking Lorna if she and the baby are OK like every other minute. She thinks it cute at first then starts to get annoyed.
Most of the time Lorna did appreciate how caring and loving Marcos' was in their mutual relationship, but well…sometimes, (not that she was really complaining..) he could be a little more than overbearing.
Like for instance, how he was literally asking her almost every other minute if both her and the baby were just fine.
Let's be honest.
It was totally cute and adorable at first, especially when she'd just returned from jail and desired to be pampered. He'd heed to her every call and need, and shower her with almost endless attention that she'd enjoy—until he begun his habit of asking her every time if both she and the baby were fine.
"So.." He's tentative as he inquires, and Lorna exhales roughly out of her nostrils and mouth.
"I'm fucking fine, Marcos. All body functions working." All the pampering and attention had made her more than slightly irritable towards her boyfriend, despite knowing his good intentions. "Just stop asking for a moment." She relents, slightly guilty at suddenly snapping at Marcos, who held his hands up in surrender.
"Aye aye, Captain." The lame attempt of mimicking their familiar childhood show of SpongeBob literally almost makes a half smile appear at the corner of her lips.
Almost.
"I'll just ask later. When you're feeling better." He has to add those infernal words after attempting to pacify her, and Lorna's mood immediately drops from a ten to a dangerous zero.
"Marcos…" She grits her teeth and snarls as he flees the room, hurling herself back onto the sofa with a heavy sigh.
He's wise to stay out of her way for the rest of the day, but when Lorna's plastered next to the porcelain toilet bowl half heaving her guts out, she's glad that he appears with conciliatory gifts.
"I heard sour plums help with the nausea."He mumbles sheepishly.
See what she meant by caring and wonderful?
She nearly moans as she pops the plum into her mouth, and it goes down her gullet into her stomach, unlike the rest of the food she's been regurgitating almost all day.
"I swear, morning sickness is the worst." Marcos chuckles as he pulls her flush against his warm chest, both of them seated on the toilet floor. Lorna groans, turning her head slightly as her stomach roils, the cool tiles of the wall providing a psychological sense of relief for her ridiculous purging of her body.
"Wait till you start gaining weight." Lorna swears he makes the most inappropriate jokes and puns at the most awful times, and she shoots a wordless glare at him for the weight statement. "You'll still look stunning anyway."
"Yeah, as stunning as a beach whale." She more than disgruntled at that mental image, and Marcos buries his face laughingly into her neck.
"With elastic pants." She freezes at his words.
"I'm sorry, elastic what?" Marcos can almost hear the terror and horror in her voice, and he croons sympathetically, cradling her safely in his arms as he carries her like a baby back to bed. She's half closed her eyes, and Marcos is almost worried enough to run for Caitlin when Lorna cracks open her eyes to glare at him and whine.
"I'm hungry." He nearly laughs with relief, before grinning at the familiar Lorna that he knew so well resurfacing.
"Okay. So milk and honey? Cookies?" She's lazy enough and crippled enough by her nausea to simply push against his face in agreement.
He nods, shaking his head with a laugh slightly.
"So no other cravings?" He almost regrets saying those words as he walks out of the door.
"And pizza."The admission is quiet but loud enough for him to hear. "Pizza with cheese crust and all kinds of toppings." She pauses momentarily. "And olives. And green stuff. No broccoli. Make it nice and hot."
Marcos wants to laugh as she dismissed him like the princess she is to him and swiftly turns to her side to sleep.
He only hopes she does know that the nearest pizza parlour is around a three hour drive away.
"The things we do for love." He grins slightly to himself as he makes a mental note of the utterly specific piece of pizza his girlfriend craves. "I'll be out!" He calls over to John, who stares at him incredulously.
"But we don't need supplies—"
"Pizza emergency." He's out of the door before John can grasp the concept of what he's just said and tease him about how whipped he is over Lorna.
"Now, cheese crust, hot, green stuff, no broccoli…." His voice carries over the wind slightly to the bedroom window where Lorna sleeps as he makes his way to the car and the pizza parlour in order to get the pizza his girlfriend craves, and Marcos fails to see her sheepish but happy face looking down from their window at his silhouette as he makes his way down the path to the streets.
Lorna sighs dreamily as he disappears from view, her mind and mouth watering with the thought of the lovely pizza was so faithfully gonna bring.
See?
Faithful, Amazing, and pizza toting. Just what she needs
And here's the first of the fics for the gifted hiatus party!
Kudos to themutantunderground for setting things up :3
LOL, and this was influenced by Emma Dumont's overwhelming love for Pizza and all things related to Pizza.