She's always in late, after I've finished work and most of the people of place we call New York City have fallen asleep. The only ones awake are the clubbers, those men avoiding home by hiding in bars, insomniacs and Hookers.
She's one of them.
She gets in around three am, then she'll either sit out on the pathetic excuse for a balcony we have or sit next to me on the bed in silence. After that she'll turn to me and kiss my forehead softly, right between my eyebrows where what she has named "The crease" is. Then she'll go take a shower and change.
The lock clicked open, or is it just my imagination, its only one. Right now she's talking with a man, they're arranging a price. "Fuck!" I punch a pillow. I know she's doing this, I said I didn't mind Its not like she hasn't told me plainly. Its not like she's lying about it, she pays most of the rent with it… I can pay for bills and putting aside money that way.
She's getting into his car, now they're driving around. She's explaining her rules, saying she's negative, they have to wear a condom, she won't do drugs or anything involving pain. The guy will either agree or they'll drop her off unceremoniously leaving her to find her way back to her spot in those impossible heels. She's insane, its December and she's in a mini skirt and a tiny shirt.
"Dom," She's home already?
"Are you okay?" I ask peeking through the door to make sure she's alone. She is.
"I'm fine, let me in!" I open the door.
"Normally your not in for another two hours." I say.
"You don't want me here, well that's fine!" She snaps at me turning my words around.
"Adri, you know I want you here, I love you." I draw her into the apartment and she moves to sit on the bed I sit next to her. She leans on me, I smell her expecting the unfamiliar yet familiar smell of strange cologne, only her shampoo with a few wisps of tobacco smoke. "Bad night?" I ask.
"You can stop gloating." She takes off those shoes and curls up on the bed in her short leather skirt and shirt.
"I'm not gloating."
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not." I move so I can reach her face, tracing her features lightly with my fingers.
"Dominic." She giggles. Catching my hand and kissing my finger.
"What?" She releases my hand and sits up kissing me right between my eyebrows. She grabs her PJ's and goes to take a shower. I changed a long time ago. Seems like days when I'm waiting for her.
She finally comes out , she's dried her hair, letting it hang down. Its thick and beautiful, She hates it, I love it. She looks so comfortable in her pajamas, the ones I gave her a few years ago. She walks back over to the bed and snuggles under the covers.
"I won't be going out again." she whispered to me as I got under the warm comforter.
"I never said you had to."
"I'm pregnant." She whispered.
I wasn't expecting that.
"I know its wrong but we can have an abortion if you don't want it." She sounds nervous. "It might not be yours anyway."
"Adriana," I whisper "it doesn't matter if its mine or not, I'll love it no matter what." I kiss her softly and I think she's crying. "What's wrong?"
"I just, Your not mad." She whimpered.
"Never."
"Bumlets." She hasn't called me that in so long, my nickname when I first met her. Trying to forget a shitty past. "I'm scared. " She holds me.
"Magic, It will be okay. I can worka double shift and we have money set aside…"
"Not about that what if it doesn't grow up to be anything more then us?"
I just realized, I'm going to be a daddy. I leaned over and kissed her in pure joy, silencing her fears and worries allowing the fact that we were going to be parents sink in.
Two extra hours, I'm glad of any extra time I can spend with my Magic.
Disclaimer: I own Magic/ Adriana and Disney owns Bumlets/Dominic.
Author's notes: Well that went a funny place, I might actually continue this story, MIGHT don't get your hopes up. If you want more then you'll have to say so in a REVIEW!
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