Hunnigan involuntarily tensed up a little when she felt Helena's arm wrap around her abdomen. Not because she didn't enjoy being held but because she worried Helena would notice the subtle swell in her belly. Helena hadn't seemed to notice it earlier, but Hunnigan was willing to bet a lot that Helena had been preoccupied with too many other things to actually pay attention to that. At eight weeks, the pregnancy wasn't really properly showing, and Hunnigan supposed she was just being paranoid about it because she didn't want anyone to know about it yet. Regardless, she knew she would need to tell Helena about it soon.
"Hey... don't go," Helena mumbled sleepily when Hunnigan began to sit up.
"I have to go tie up some loose ends regarding this mess with Kosmin and Jenova," Hunnigan explained and stood up.
"I wish I knew what the hell is happening around me because right now I feel like I left and everything was fine, and now it's like I walked into a room to discover everything's been set on fire while I was gone," Helena mumbled as she lay on her side on the bed, resting her head against her palm as she watched Hunnigan.
"I will explain later, now is not the time," Hunnigan said as she dug out a black suit, a deep purple shirt and a black tie from the closet. She left them to hang on the back of a chair while she headed to the bathroom, needing to take a shower before heading out. She finished quickly, toweled off and began to get dressed, making sure she was facing away from Helena as she did, perhaps unnecessarily so.
"Are you leaving again?" Helena finally asked as Hunnigan stood in front of the mirror, working the tie into an Elderedge-knot.
Anyone with a tie could pull off a half-Windsor, but if she was going to bother wearing one, she'd walk the extra mile. Admittedly, she had to start over twice because the tie slipped from her fingers as she worked on the very first loops. She rarely wore ties, muscle memory was beginning to fade it seemed.
"Hold on..." Hunnigan responded as she tucked the rest of the tie's narrow end behind the neck loop before folding the shirt's collar over it and adjusting the tie.
When she was done, Hunnigan went to the bureau by the window. She pulled the top drawer open and took out the jewelry box and reached for her wrist watch. She then took out Helena's wedding ring which she'd put there for safe keeping after Jill had returned it to her, and went to take a seat next to Helena on the edge of the bed.
"We'll talk through everything once this mess with Kosmin is over. Right now, I gotta go give my statement, they'll record it since I won't be here for the trial," Hunnigan then said and Helena visibly swallowed hard at that.
"Wh... where will you be instead?" she asked timidly, worried Hunnigan was going to leave again.
"I will be at my parents' cabin in Canada, on my honeymoon with my wife," Hunnigan smiled and slipped Helena's wedding band back into its rightful place. She then cupped Helena's cheek with her hand and leaned to kiss her gently and deeply.
"I should go," Hunnigan then sighed after reluctantly breaking the kiss and stood up, Helena doing the same. She put her hand over Hunnigan's forearm to stall her a bit longer.
"Ingrid."
"Yeah?"
"You look really good."
"Thank you."
"I love you."
"I love you too, Helena."
Helena lay on her stomach on a towel she'd spread on the grass near the shore of the lake the cabin was by. Hunnigan straddled her thighs and leaned over, working on rubbing a generous amount of sunscreen over Helena's back. She sighed internally when she saw the still red and somewhat raw scars on Helena's back and sides, mementos from the time she'd mouthed off to Irma Wesker and had gotten cut for it.
They were healing rather well, but would leave noticeable scarring, there was no doubt of that. At least the infection hadn't gotten worse. But as she looked at the markings, Hunnigan couldn't help but feel flash of shame wash over her.
She became once again aware of the fact that she'd messed up when Helena had come home. She shouldn't have left her, not in that situation, not in that state. She should've been there for her.
"Helena..."
"Mmm?"
"I'm sorry."
"About what?"
"Everything. About how I reacted. About leaving."
"Ingrid, we talked about it, you had your reasons and I fully understand them, so there's no need to keep apologizing," Helena assured quietly and slowly began to turn around to lay on her back, Hunnigan still straddling her after.
She was about to move (being this exposed to Helena wasn't something she felt comfortable with right now, not until she'd had a chance to tell her about the pregnancy), but Helena sat up and put her arms around Hunnigan.
"I love you, and I forgive you, but really, there's nothing to forgive," Helena said and kissed her, hugging her tightly. Hunnigan hummed a soft response into the kiss and put her arms over Helena's shoulders, holding onto her firmly, relishing the feel of just having her there, still not completely over the separation or the anxiety that had followed it.
"What's wrong?" Helena then frowned when Hunnigan suddenly pulled back and stood up, waved her arm dismissively and hurried back toward the cabin, not quite making it.
"I sincerely hope that's not a reflection on me," Helena jested awkwardly when Hunnigan stopped to lean to a tree and threw up behind it. Usually, she didn't mind Helena's smoking or the fact that her kisses tasted like cigarettes if she'd recently had one, but in her current state, she'd found herself feeling nauseous over a lot of things which hadn't had that effect on her before.
"Are you okay?" Helena asked after going over to Hunnigan.
"Yeah..." she breathed and ran the back of her hand over her mouth. "Sexy, huh?" she then scoffed amusedly and Helena chuckled.
"You know I love you either way. You sure you're all right? What happened?" she then frowned and Hunnigan sighed a little.
"I don't..." she began to say she didn't know, but decided against it. It would've been a lie. "I'm gonna go rinse my mouth, and then we can get back to sunbathing, okay?" she smiled instead and went inside.
Crap, Hunnigan sighed internally and spat out the mouthwash, all too aware of even that making her feel a bit sick. At this rate, Helena would figure it out herself soon enough, and it wasn't like Hunnigan had any reason to really keep it a secret from Helena; she'd just wanted to come up with some special way to let her know.
Simply blurting it out wasn't something that felt appropriate considering how big of a deal this was. Hunnigan was embarrassed to admit it, but she'd even resorted to doing a search on the subject "how to tell your spouse you're pregnant". The suggestions she'd looked at hadn't been anywhere near useful, on the contrary, she'd found them all rather ridiculous; the last way she'd ever want to announce the pregnancy would be by scrawling a message on the mirror with a lipstick, like one of the methods had suggested she do.
"Ingrid, are you sure you're okay?" Helena knocked on the door softly.
"Yeah, it was just the taste of cigarettes," Hunnigan dismissed. She'd noticed Helena had finally begun referring to her by using her first name. She wasn't sure what had prompted the change, but she didn't mind. In almost every group of people she'd ever been in, Hunnigan had always been the person who was always referred to by their last name; Helena using her first name kind of felt like a term of indearment instead of it being the typical "honey" or "darling".
"Cigarettes?" Helena asked through the door.
"Your mouth tasted like them," Hunnigan elaborated and exited the bathroom.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know it bothered you that much," Helena said awkwardly and Hunnigan shook her head.
"No, it usually doesn't, I guess it's just..." she began to say but cut herself off again. It hadn't "been a while", she'd kissed Helena probably a hundred times since she came back and some of those kisses had been exchanged while Helena had been smoking. Hunnigan wasn't a very convincing liar, at least not about this, it was turning out.
"I won't promise I'll quit, but maybe I could get some chewing gum so you won't have to feel like you're kissing an ashtray," Helena offered with a tiny grin.
"It's all right, but I appreciate the thought," Hunnigan smiled but became very serious shortly after. Helena frowned a little and Hunnigan sighed, reaching to take Helena's hands into her own.
"Listen, I need to say something. Um... I did something I probably shouldn't have because I promised I wouldn't until later," Hunnigan began and Helena narrowed her eyes.
"Did you watch Madmen without me? Because if you did, I'll have you know I'm forcing you to watch it again with me even if you've already seen it," she pouted and Hunnigan laughed.
"You know I only watch that because you watch it, I personally don't even like it that much," she teased.
"Blasphemy!" Helena gasped in exaggerated shock, flattening her palm over her chest. "Okay, okay, I'll stop now. So, what is it?" she then asked more seriously.
"Well, I, um... I need to show you something," Hunnigan said and went to grab her wallet from her purse, digging out a piece of paper from it.
"What is—" Helena began to ask when Hunnigan handed her what looked like a post card at first, but then she flipped it around. It was a printout of an ultrasound scan.
"So, you mean— You're— We're— This is—" Helena stammered.
"It is exactly what you think it is. Congratulations, you're going to be... well, technically, a father," Hunnigan chuckled. "Whoa, careful! I have a baby inside me," she then yelped and wrapped her arms around Helena's shoulders when she picked her up.
"I'm so... so... fucking excited right now!" Helena proclaimed.
"I can tell," Hunnigan smiled and leaned to kiss her.
"Oh, God, I... I don't know what good I did to deserve someone as amazing as you, but I promise to keep trying to do that," Helena then said and let Hunnigan back down.
"Are you all right?"
"Yeah, why?"
"You're crying."
"I'm just so happy!" Helena said through tears and kissed Hunnigan deeply.
"Good," Hunnigan said into the kiss, relieved that Helena wasn't upset she hadn't waited for her to start the process.
"So, I take it that was why you were throwing up," Helena then said and Hunnigan nodded.
"That said, I wouldn't object to you quitting smoking," she remarked and offered a lopsided smile, both of them knowing Helena wouldn't do that. Helena chuckled a little and wiped her face, realizing she hadn't cried tears of joy ever before.
"We're..." she began but had to pause to swallow hard, "...we're gonna have a baby."
"Yeah," Hunnigan confirmed with a chuckle. "You okay?" she then asked once again when Helena took several deep breaths, then blew them out sharply, repeatedly running her hands over her face.
"Yeah, I'm... I'm... I'm just... hu-hu-hu-hu," she dissolved into laughter, her hands pausing to rest on her cheeks and her mouth slightly open, making her look like she was trying to imitate the person in Edvard Munch's painting "The Scream".
"Weird things happening inside," she then said, grinning like she'd lost her mind and patted her chest to emphasize her point.
"This must be what hysteria looks like," Hunnigan quirked an eyebrow and Helena chuckled.
"Oh, I'm fine, I'm fine," she finally calmed down a little bit, took a few more deep breaths and sniffed. "I'm okay," she assured once more. She then turned to look at the printout again.
"That's our daughter," Hunnigan whispered. The baby wasn't much more than a little bean of gray and white in the middle of a black background, but at the same time, she was the entire world to Helena and Hunnigan.
"May I?" Helena then asked and Hunnigan laughed softly.
"Of course," she smiled and Helena went to stand next to her and put her arm around Hunnigan's waist, leaning to kiss her gently while resting her other hand on the slight swell on Hunnigan's lower abdomen.
"Will you think I'm a weirdo if I tell you that I got instantly wet when you told me you're pregnant?" Helena then asked and Hunnigan shrugged one shoulder a little.
"No, I think we just learned that you have a fetish."
"I do not, if this were a fetish, it would happen every time I see pregnant woman, it only applies to you," Helena said.
"Oh, well, in that case," Hunnigan smirked. Helena moved to stand in front of her and slipped her hands up along Hunnigan's back, pushing the loose sleeveless T-shirt she wore up as she did. Hunnigan wasn't wearing anything underneath it and Helena knew it.
"I really... really... want to fuck you right now," Helena said hoarsely. Hunnigan raised her hand, the gesture similar to slapping, but she merely tapped her palm against Helena's cheek.
"Is that any way to talk to the future mother of your child?" she scoffed with a grin and Helena quirked an eyebrow.
"I'm sorry. How can I make it up to you?" she inquired and pulled Hunnigan's shirt off of her. She then leaned to plant gentle kisses along Hunnigan's neck, down to her chest, slowly settling to stand on her knees on the floor, kissing her way down along Hunnigan's abdomen, wrapping her arms around her waist, tucking her fingers underneath the waistband of the boyshorts she was wearing.
"Well, you can start by licking my pussy for me," Hunnigan quirked an eyebrow.
"Yes, ma'am," Helena saluted with a smile and tugged Hunnigan's underwear down her legs so that she could step out of them. Helena leaned back to sit on her calves and gripped Hunnigan's waist, nudging her to step closer until she was standing over Helena. She straightened up a little and tilted her head back, pressed her mouth against Hunnigan and slipped her tongue out, flattening it against Hunnigan's clit, adjusting her rhythm to match the gentle rocking of Hunnigan's hips.
Hunnigan ran her fingers through Helena's hair and moaned quietly at the feel of her mouth rubbing against her. Helena continued teasing her tongue over and around Hunnigan's clit until the taller woman slowly pulled back a little. Helena stood up and Hunnigan wrapped her arms around her, hugging her tightly and covered the side of Helena's neck with passionate little kisses.
"Remember that dream I mentioned I had?" Helena whispered and Hunnigan nodded.
"Would you feel up to trying something from it?" Helena asked.
"Sure, what did you have in mind?" Hunnigan smiled and Helena explained what she'd been thinking as she moved them closer to the wall before dashing upstairs to grab the strap-on.
"All right, just... um, hang on," Helena muttered and Hunnigan pinched her lips tightly together to not laugh in this very delicate situation. Helena had mentioned having had a dream in which having sex standing up had been one of the many things she and Hunnigan had apparently done, and Hunnigan was willing to indulge Helena's desire to try it out, but Helena hadn't taken one very crucial thing into consideration. In the real world, Hunnigan was almost four inches taller than Helena, and it made all the difference because unless Helena stood on her toes and unless Hunnigan lowered herself and put a lot of stress on her thighs, there was no way the length of the strap-on was making contact with her.
"Ta-daah!" Helena then announced when she arrived from the upper level again, this time with two thick books in her hands. "All right, let's hear it, I can see you're desperately trying not to laugh," she then rolled her eyes and Hunnigan couldn't hold it back anymore.
"Well, I'm sorry, it's just... you gotta admit this is funny," she defended her reaction and Helena smiled, put the books down and stood up on top of them. She leaned closer and pressed her body against Hunnigan's, making sure her pelvis remained somewhat awkwardly pushed back to avoid making contact with Hunnigan just yet.
"It's all fun and games until I tease you 'til you're begging for it," Helena whispered with a michievous grin and Hunnigan had no doubt she meant it.
Helena nuzzled the side of Hunnigan's neck, trailing her lips along her jawline, up to softly bite on her earlobe as she used her hand to coat the toy with a thin layer of lube. When she was done, she cupped her hand between Hunnigan's legs, smearing the excess lube on her skin, eliciting a soft gasp from Hunnigan as she did. She pressed her hips against Hunnigan's, the toy sliding between her legs, the length of it rubbing against her but not penetrating, merely teasing, the texture of the subtle ridges of the fake-veins and the head of it providing a different feeling compared to the smoother, softer toys they'd used before.
"We are making a bit of a mess," Hunnigan commented when she heard something drip to the floor and realized it was originating from her.
"You say that like it's a bad thing," Helena smiled, obviously pleased with what she'd accomplished.
"No, I'm just worried one of us will slip."
"Don't worry, I got you," Helena assured and kissed Hunnigan's lips as she pressed herself against the taller woman once more, this time guiding the toy in. Hunnigan moaned into the kiss, her arms around Helena tightly. They stayed still for a long moment, simply enjoying the feel of each other's bodies so close together, the feel of being connected – which was oddly exhilirating despite the member connecting them being artificial.
Helena wrapped her arm around Hunnigan's waist and finally began to move, slowly, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, putting a little more force into each thrust.
"Helena..."
"Yes, my love?" she whispered and slowed her movements.
"This... makes for good foreplay, but in this position, the toy is pushing into the wrong wall, and it's kind of uncomfortable," Hunnigan mumbled awkwardly.
"I'm sorry," Helena apologized and pulled back, sighing a little.
"It's okay, we can try this again back home; I think this might work better if we use the toy that kind of bends upward, and if we can figure out what would be ideal height difference, because I think I do need to be a little bit higher for that, but right now..." Hunnigan trailed off.
"You've been calculating that the whole time, haven't you?" Helena quirked an eyebrow and pulled out completely, but then pushed her hips into Hunnigan's once more, leaving the toy pressing against her.
"I made a lot of elaborate plans regarding what I'd want to do with you when you get back while I was left with nothing to do but to masturbate and fantasize about you," Hunnigan grinned, her hips rocking back and forth gently to rub against the toy.
"Oh, really? Was there a go-to-fantasy you thought about a lot?" Helena grinned back, settling into Hunnigan's rhythm to move with her, sliding her hand over to Hunnigan's buttock and gripping it firmly, encouraging her movements while she let the other hand roam higher to softly massage Hunnigan's breast. She hugged Helena to herself tighter, covered the side of her neck with hungry kisses and finally nuzzled into the spot between her neck and shoulder.
"It wasn't a fantasy as much as it was just me thinking back on the time you showed up at the office and fucked me while I was bent over my desk," Hunnigan disclosed and smiled when she noticed the skin on the back of Helena's neck rose to goosebumps at the expletive.
"Funny, that's my go-to-memory too," Helena said huskily and turned to look toward the kitchen. The coffee table would've been closer, but it was too low for what she was thinking about.
"Or, if you insist on wanting to keep standing up..." Hunnigan trailed off, turned around between Helena's arms and leaned toward the wall a bit, pressing her backside against Helena's lap.
"I like the way you think," Helena complimented with a smile and took a few steps back to give Hunnigan more room to lean further forward. She ran her hands over Hunnigan's back, up to her shoulders, circling to the front to cup her breasts and gently tease her nipples before sliding her palms lower to grip Hunnigan's hips and wrap her arm around Hunnigan's lower abdomen. She paused, taking a moment to consciously feel for the soft swell of Hunnigan's belly, having to swallow hard against the lump forming in her throat when she considered the fact that it was real, that Hunnigan was actually pregnant with her baby. She shivered a little at that, an unfamiliar yet pleasant kind of arousal rippling through her at the thought.
"You all right?" Hunnigan inquired after having noticed the long pause.
"Yeah, I just... got lost in thought for a while there," Helena chuckled a little and Hunnigan reached to put her hand over Helena's which was still resting against Hunnigan's lower abdomen, knowing what had distracted Helena. She then interlaced her fingers with Helena's and moved her hand with her own, leaning to brace herself against the wall, Helena's hand still over hers as she nudged herself against Helena a little impatiently and the younger woman gripped the toy with her free hand, guiding it in.
Hunnigan exhaled sharply when Helena adjusted her position a little to the left so that the tip of the toy was rubbing against the sensitive spot which was a bit to the right inside Hunnigan.
"Oh, fuck, you're good," Hunnigan moaned when Helena picked up the pace, gripping Hunnigan's shoulder with one hand and her hip with the other. Helena smiled, she had to admit she was rather proud of having mastered the best angles from which to please Hunnigan.
"Nothing but the best for my wife," Helena commented somewhat sheepishly and quickened the pace a bit more, gripping Hunnigan's hips with both hands as Hunnigan bucked against her, unable to keep herself from straightening her back a little and pressing her upper body against the wall to keep herself from straight up falling as her legs felt like they were about to give out. Helena reached her hand to the front, her fingers finding their way over Hunnigan's clit and rubbing a quick back and forth over it as she thrust into Hunnigan, the combination of this all sending her over the edge.
She moaned Helena's name frantically, her body shuddering and trembling as the climax rippled through her, and Helena held onto her, pressed herself against Hunnigan's back as the taller woman stood up straight again, Helena's fingers still working over Hunnigan's clit, slower and gentler now, her other arm still around Hunnigan's midsection to hold her up and close as she slowly slid the toy out of her.
Finally, Hunnigan turned to face Helena and kissed her deeply, moving her hands to the buckles of the harness around Helena's waist to undo them. She let the toy fall to the floor and nudged Helena a little bit until she stepped out of it.
"Your turn," Hunnigan mumbled into the kiss as she guided Helena to the kitchen, reaching to grab a decorative pillow from the couch as they moved past it.
She knew Helena didn't enjoy being penetrated, not with the toys at least, so it left Hunnigan with less options as far as those went, but she didn't mind; it saved some time when it came to preparations at least.
"What did you have in mind?" Helena grinned.
"Get up on the counter," Hunnigan said and Helena pressed her palms against the edge of the counter and lifted herself to sit on it as Hunnigan put the pillow onto the floor and knelt on it. She wrapped her arms around Helena's thighs and kissed the side of her knee, slowly dragging her mouth higher along Helena's leg, to the inner thigh. Helena tensed up with anticipation when Hunnigan got to the top. Instead of making contact with the expectant flesh, she moved over it and to the other thigh, covering the skin with gentle kisses.
"Ingrid... please..." Helena whispered hoarsely and Hunnigan brought had hand up and ran two fingers along both sides of Helena's clit, slowly massaging her before adding a bit more pressure, gently pinching her fingers closer together as she moved them up and down, the tender grip allowing her to move the hood of Helena's clit back and forth.
"Oh, God!" Helena gasped and threw her head back, accidentally banging against the kitchen cabinet that was behind her.
"Are you all right?" Hunnigan asked.
"I'm fine, just don't stop!" Helena breathed, the throbbing pain in the back of her head drowned out easily by the pleasing but demanding thrumming between her legs.
Hunnigan leaned forward and flattened her tongue over Helena's clit, letting her fingers slip inside her, curled them to reach the sensitive spot inside her and added more gentle force on Helena's clit with her tongue. Hunnigan hummed approvingly when Helena sunk her fingers into her hair and gently pulled on her for added pressure.
"I'm gonna come, I'm gonna... ow, fuck!" Helena grunted when she hit her head against the cabinet again. "Don't stop, don't stop, don't... oh, God!" she moaned, her body tensing up before trembling and clenching as she reached the apex and came hard.
Hunnigan stood up after a while, her hand still slowly massaging between Helena's legs to ease her down. She put her free arm around Helena and hugged her to herself, nuzzled the side of her neck and put her hand on the back of Helena's head, rubbing lightly at where she assumed the sore spot was.
"You sure you're okay?" she asked. Considering Helena was still recovering from a severe head trauma, Hunnigan didn't think any extra bangs on her head were good for her.
"I'm fine, I've got a hard head," Helena chuckled, wrapped her arms and legs around Hunnigan and held onto her, inhaling and exhaling deeply, feeling all kinds of satisfied at the moment.
"...but I am now wondering why you didn't ask me to sit on the opposite counter, there's no cabinet there," Helena then remarked and Hunnigan turned to look over her shoulder.
"Well, because then you would've put your head through the window," she reasoned although she had to admit, she hadn't thought about it consciously when she'd guided them to the kitchen, but now she was glad she'd chosen the closest counter even if Helena would have a bump on her head for it.
"Point taken," Helena said. She then got down from the counter, fully aware of having left an impressive smear of wetness onto the surface of it.
"...we should clean up," she then grinned a little.
"Agreed," Hunnigan laughed a little and went to grab the dish cloth while Helena went to get the toy and the cleaning spray for it. Once done with those, they went to take a shower –the process of showering turning into love making within minutes but frankly, that was to be expected, it had become more or less a given whenever they showered together.
"Are you hungry?" Hunnigan asked once they'd dried off and exited the bathroom.
"I could actually go for a nap," Helena yawned a little.
"Honestly, I could too," Hunnigan agreed and they went upstairs.
"You know, I wish perverts hadn't ruined the word 'daddy' for me, I would love being called that," Helena then said as they lay on the bed, comfortable in each other's arms, Helena's hand finding its way over to gently caress Hunnigan's lower abdomen once more. Hunnigan was convinced Helena wasn't even consciously doing it at the moment, she was probably still somewhat overwhelmed and possibly shocked even by the fact that Hunnigan was actually pregnant; maybe constantly feeling Hunnigan's belly was Helena's way of trying to convince herself that it was indeed real.
"I'll call you daddy," Hunnigan teased, letting her voice drop to a husky murmur.
"Don't," Helena scoffed.
"Come here, daddy, help mama get her pussy wet."
"Oh, my God, you're terrible!" Helena exclaimed and Hunnigan burst out laughing loudly.
"Augh, if you ever want us to make love in the future, you will never say things like that again," Helena made a face.
"I promise," Hunnigan assured with a chuckle.
"Good," Helena sighed and smiled, turning to kiss Hunnigan softly.
"I love you, Helena. So very much," she then said becoming more serious.
"I love you too, Ingrid," Helena responded quietly and pulled Hunnigan closer into a sweetheart's cradle, interlacing her legs with Hunnigan's and held her tightly, resting her cheek against the top of Hunnigan's head and closed her eyes.
"How about we ditch our jobs and just stay here, napping and making love and snuggling for the rest of our lives?" Hunnigan then mumbled against Helena's neck.
"I have no objections whatsoever," Helena agreed.
"Well... perhaps when we retire," Hunnigan mused sleepily. She would've preferred a whole week alone with Helena at least, but with the mess waiting for her back home, a weekend was as good as it would get at the moment. But, oh, what a weekend it would be.
