Helen's POV:
2 weeks later:
We had gone on 3 missions since the first night, and we made love almost every night. It was nice to out of touch with the world for a while and do missions safely, and just be with Bob. I was starting to miss the kids, but I knew Violet would take good care of them both. The second night we were there they announced someone had trespassed into the building, and they hadn't found them yet but they always had patrol walking everywhere around. During all the missions together, Bob always came back injured, because he never let me get hurt during the missions, and always took the hits, and I had no idea why, maybe he was just worried because I hadn't been on as many missions as him, or maybe he just really didn't want me to get injured, whatever the reason, it was sweet and a little infuriating. Tonight we had another mission on the other side of the island from the building. They sent us on a jet at noon and sent us down in pods. Once we got out Bob ran next to me staying close, as we walked forward towards where the mission was waiting. We heard something rustle in the bushes and we both stopped looking around getting ready. Something grabbed my leg suddenly and lifted me away and I screamed trying to look at where it was coming from.
"HELEN!" Bob yelled, running towards me and the machine. He jumped and broke the arm off, and it fell down still holding me and I fell on the ground and hit my head on the ground. He ran to me and I groaned trying to sit up, he started ripping the arm holding me off and then helped me up. "Helen are you ok?! What hurts?" He said, frantically scanning me.
"Just my leg, and my head..." I mumbled, biting my lip, and he grabbed my face kissing me needingly. I kissed him back and then broke away pushing him away, as another hand reached towards us. "Watch out!" I yelled. He looked around and caught it bringing it to a halt just before it could grab us. My head was spinning a little, but I managed to jump over to the machine and I yelled out as I forced the locked door open, and the slid in looking around and saw the power circuit and started ripping it apart breaking it, and the machine started slowing down, and I finally broke the last cord in half and it stopped altogether and then it fell down abruptly, and I knocked my head hard against the wall and passed out. When I woke up, I heard Bob yelling my name and crashing sounds. I opened my eyes slightly my head pounding, and I tried to sit up but there were broken parts of the machine that had fallen on me. "Bob... I'm over here..." I said, weakly. I saw his head immediately turn around looking at me and ran over and threw off all the parts on me, and then picked me up gently and laid my head on his lap, and held my hand rubbing his thumb gently against my hand, and then he reached to his ear speaking into the earpiece we were given on missions.
"We finished the mission, and I need immediate air pick up, Helen got injured. Out." He said, looking down at me. I reached up grabbing his shoulder and he picked me up and walked us outside because a really bad gas smell had begun to fill the inside of the machine. As soon as we stepped outside I felt the rain and wind hit us hard. I shivered and curled more into Bob and he turned his arms trying to shield me more and continued to walk to a tree and sat down leaning against it, with me still curled up in his arms. We sat there for a while waiting for the jet to come, and by the time it did come I was getting super tired and nauseous, and we were both completely soaked and shaking from the cold of the wind and rain. The jet landed beside the machine, and Bob got up still carrying me and walked over to the entrance of the jet and we got in, and there was a medical table that was set up and he set me down, and the doctor walked over and put a blanket around me and I leaned my back against the bed and laid my head against the pillow, and Bob sat down next to the bed holding my hand, and I felt him shivering a little.
"Bob do you want my blanket?" I asked, my mind still fuzzy from being so cold and hitting my head, and he shook his head.
"You need it Helen, I'm fine." He said, smiling up at me, trying to force his muscles to stop shivering. I frowned at him, but I knew he wasn't up for arguing right now. I felt the plane start to lift up, and suddenly got really nauseous again, and leaned forward with my hand against my mouth, and the doctor grabbed a bowl and gave it to me and I started throwing up. I felt Bob's hand rubbing up and down my back gently, and after a few minutes I finally stopped puking, and the doctor took the bowl away. I leaned into Bob weakly and his arms wrapped around me. The doctor came back and pulled my sleeve up from the suit and started rubbing the inside of my elbow with rubbing alcohol and then turned around and grabbed a needly and then stuck it in gently and got 3 little bottles of blood from me and then took the needle out and stopped the bleeding, and then did a few tests on me to see if I had a concussion, and he said it was a mild one, and then told us that he was going to run more tests back at the building to make sure nothing else was wrong. And for the rest of the way, he just checked my leg that was covered in bruises and cuts, and cleaned them all up, and they told me I couldn't take an Advil until after the testing. When we got back, I stood up and Bob kept his hand on my hip as we walked back to our room. Once we got back, we got out of our suits, and then we took a hot shower together. While I was putting on a robe the phone rang, and Bob walked over and answered it, and he nodded and put the phone down and put on his shirt.
"What was that?" I asked.
"Apparently something came up when they were running the tests and they need us to come down now." He said, looking at me. I nodded and then got changed into pants and a shirt to go down, and we held hands going into the elevator and headed down to the lab. The doctor was standing there showing Mirage some papers, and she looked mad with her arms crossed and her foot tapping repeatedly. We walked through the doors and towards them, and Mirage looked at both of us. "What's wrong?" Bob asked, looking between Mirage and the doctor. The doctor cleared his throat.
"Well while we were running the blood tests for Helen, to see if there were any internal damages, it turns out that there were no internal damages..." He said, and Bob looked down at me smiling and then back to the doctor.
"Well that's great," Bob said, and the doctor interrupted him.
"Well, something else came up... apparently... Helen is..." He looked at Mirage who glared at him, and then looked back at us. "Helen is pregnant." And it went silent. Bob and I froze for a few moments, and then we looked at each other shocked, and then finally we both started smiling and he wrapped his arms around me and twirled me around and I laughed wrapping my arms around his shoulders and then he kissed me deeply, and broke away as Mirage cleared her throat. Still smiling, he rested his hand on my hip looking at Mirage.
"That's great!' Bob said.
"It is," Mirage said, through her teeth. "But I must bring up the fact that this means Helen can no longer go on missions for the rest of your guy's month here, or when you guys return in the next few months. Will it be ok for Bob to go alone? Or do we need to find other supers?" She asked, annoyed.
"No no... I'll be totally fine doing the missions on my own." He said, still smiling brightly. She looked at him for a moment and then nodded, grabbing her clipboard.
"Then that's all for now." She said, turning around and walking off. I turned to Bob again and wrapped my arms around his shoulders hugging him, and he wrapped his huge arms around me again and he continued to lean down kissing me deeply and I kissed him back. He set me down grabbing my hand and we walked to the elevator and got in. I pressed the button up and when I turned around he grabbed my ass picking me him and leaning me against the wall kissing me. I moaned kissing him back gripping his shoulders, while wrapping my legs around his waist tightly. His hands went up my shirt gripping my waist gently as his hips secured against mine.
"I love you so much Helen." He said, resting his forehead against mine, and I smiled resting my hand on his cheek.
"I love you Bob." I whispered, leaning in kissing him again. I heard the beep of the elevator door opening, and his hands went underneath and grabbed my ass again picking me up and I kept my legs secured around his waist as he walked us into our room, and set me down beside the bed, and lifted my shirt off and I lifted my arms helping him, and then gripped his shirt lifted it over his head and he leaned down kissing me again while unbuttoning my pants and let them slide down. I grinned and unbuttoned his pants letting them slide down and I reached down his boxers gripping his manhood stroking it gently and he groaned undoing my bra and tossing it with the rest of our clothes on the floor. I put my hand on his chest and pushed him down on the bed and knelt down removed his boxers and grabbed his manhood and licked it from the bottom to the top and then sucked on his tip and I heard his breath hitch, and I continued until he was rock hard, and he grabbed my hips and flipped me over on my stomach on the bed and then moved over top of me, and kissed up my back to my shoulder and up my neck, and I felt him position himself and then he entered me deeply and I moaned just as his hand went on my jaw and turned my head, leaning down kissing me. He immediately began rocking his hips in and out and I gripped the sheets tightly and I lifted myself more off the bed and he pressed his chest to my back and one of his hands reached down and gripped the sheets and I moved my hand on top of his, while his other hand gripped my boob gently and his cheek nuzzled against mine as he continued rocking his hips. I bit my lip moaning, feeling him so hot, and hard deep inside me. He kept a steady rhythm going for a few minutes until I needed more. "More..." I moaned, gripping his hand tighter, and I felt his hand gripping my boob move down to my stomach holding it protectively and continued to thrust faster, harder, and deeper, and I gasped feeling the waves of pleasure hit me getting stronger with each thrust. I came suddenly crying out and heard Bob groan before giving one earth-shattering thrust and I felt it cum deep inside me. He stayed seated within me, as we both tried to catch our breath, with my hand still on top of his which was gripping the sheet tightly while his other hand still rested on my stomach and his forehead rested on my shoulder, and I felt the thin layer of sweat between us. When we finally caught our breaths, he slipped out and rolled to the side pulling me into his arms kissing my forehead. I rested my leg up on his hip and his hand traced up and down gently. "You really are Mr Incredible," I murmured, smiling, and he laughed pulling me closer and I rested my head against his chest.
"Goodnight Helen I love you." He whispered.
"Gooodnight Bob I love you too." I whispered back, and after a few minutes we both fell asleep like that.