A/N: Thank you so much for reading, for faving, and for following. Thank you for leaving reviews as well Akira-Hayama, Thuy Dung Nguyen, wintergables, Dragon lord Syed 101 and my Guest reviewer…
This is just a tiny scenario, and it literally goes nowhere TT_TT. I think I'm kind of in a rut right now. I guess this is an annual thing for me? I had writer's block in 2019 too XD
You can make requests about the trio in this story if you want too. :) Just throwing this out there. 'Til next time. ;)
Teeny Tiny Little
"Are you comfortable? Do you need anything else?"
For the umpteenth time in a single night, C.C. shook her head no and watched with amusement as Lelouch finally closed the door behind him in the bathroom, to wash up and ready himself for bed.
True, pregnancies were a nightmare and a dream. She didn't hate it completely, but she didn't love it either. The only bright light shining through in the midst of the storm that was yet to come, was the knowledge of birthing another healthy baby. Lost in thought, she smoothed her fingers over the loose silk nightdress she wore, letting her hands circumvent the perfectly round bump.
Only 8 more weeks…
She was due soon.
"I can't wait to meet you." Tittering quietly to herself, she tapped twice on the bump — just to check and see if her baby was still awake.
Her girl was a hyper little thing. There were days where she felt like a kickboxing mannequin from the inside. C.C. often wondered what made her squirm so much. A loving stroke or a gentle tap usually made the relentless kicking stop. And it was something her husband and her son found quite amusing actually.
She offered a couple more taps in different places, just to see what would happen, and there…
After the fourth double-tap, she received a reply — two kicks.
"Did I wake you?"
Two more taps and two more kicks followed in response…
That was peculiar, and it never happened before. Obviously, her daughter had started moving ever since her second trimester, and it only grew in frequency after she entered the third, but it wasn't quite like this. Moving and kicking on command… Responding to a physical prompt. She tried again just to test, in another completely different area. Counting five seconds, she received the double kicks she'd been expecting. Slower than the first two, but she responded.
Grinning like a child who discovered something spectacular on Christmas, she tried two more times only to receive the same response.
That was it… Her daughter knew what she was doing, didn't she?
It was that brilliant smile and gleeful expression Lelouch returned to. His wife looked so lost in her own little world, she hardly even noticed him approaching the side of their bed, wondering what on earth could coax a smile like that out of C.C… He finished buttoning up his white shirt and opened his mouth to ask a question, when C.C. looked up at him with tears in her eyes.
Exhaling through his nose, he was just a bit glad that it wasn't something distressing this time — or about Pizza Hut commercials.
Pregnancy hormones were marvelous emotion stirrers.
"Lelouch, feel her." Taking his hand, she placed his palm on her bump and showed him what was causing so much wonder to come over her usually composed face.
He was confused at first, and made to ask what she was doing tapping on the swell of her womb like that, but then he felt it. The movement inside of her… Like tiny and soft knocks.
"Do that again."
C.C. complied and gripped his hand tighter as her infectious smile made its way to his face too. The kicks grew in frequency, thumping just beneath the palm Lelouch pressed over the swell of her womb. And it was… amazing. Warm. And humbling, in some way — to know that a life he helped create breathed and lived inside her.
"Do you think she knows?" He asked curiously, almost sheepish as he claimed the spot C.C. made for him on the bed.
"Knows what?"
It took him so long to form an answer that she'd lost herself in still lovingly stroking her womb.
"That I'm her father…" Came the eventual whisper.
Smirking, she shifted her closer to her husband with his knitted eyebrows and gently brought his hand to the belly swelling with life once again.
"Of course she does. And I bet she can't wait to meet you…"