Chapter 25: Baby Talk
Months passed. Riddick was completely lost. He had no idea how to act around Jack now that she was slowly changing. He stomach had slowly rounded and Riddick couldn't help but think it was cute.
He was scared at first too, as far as being intimate with her; he didn't want to hurt the baby. Jack had assured him it was ok, right up towards the end of the pregnancy but Riddick still held back, tried to be as gentle as possible, despite Jack's claims that she wasn't a porcelain doll.
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One night Riddick was sleeping soundly with a hand resting on Jack's stomach, face nestled in her soft neck, when something jolted him awake. He wasn't sure what it was so he laid there silently waiting. When he felt something move inside Jack. He jerked up, snatching away his hand from her belly and staring at the round bulge. He tentatively placed his hand back on her stomach only to feel the baby kick again.
Holy shit!
A wide grin spread across his face. He had felt his son. He slid down the bed, placing both hands on her stomach. She groaned and turned slightly, causing him to look up at her, he thought he had awakened her but realized it was because of the disturbance within her. He scowled wondering if she was in pain. He then dropped his gaze and stared at her belly. His deep gravelly voice broke through the black silence.
"Hey baby. Hey Rian. You gotta stop kicking mommy…she needs her rest."
He heard a soft laugh and again looked up, this time locking gaze with Jack's beautiful open green eyes.
"Hey," she whispered.
"Hey."
"He stopped."
"What?"
"He stopped kicking…now let's hope he listens that well once he's born," she smiled.
He laughed and dropped his head, placing a kiss on her stomach, and then sliding back up her side to kiss her.
"Does it hurt?"
"Not really…it's just…weird."
He grunted.
"That was cute you know."
He scowled at her, "What?"
"You talking to him."
He huffed and rolled unto his back, one hand behind his head, and one resting on his washboard abs.
"What? You pissed 'cause you're cute? Get the fuck over it." She joked.
He turned his head and looked at her.
"He's just like you you know. Rambunctious, violent, strong as hell, and he likes fighting with me."
He just laughed at turned back over kissing her again and placing a large caramel hand on her stomach.
"I love you. And I love you." He said, looking at her stomach.
She cradled his face in her cream-colored hands. "I love you too, and so does he." She laughed, placing a kiss on his full lips.
He smiled again and snuggled up against her again, burying his face in her neck. She placed a kiss on his smooth scalp and they once again fell into sleep.