The young women rolled over in bed and ran her fingers over the spot next to her. Her blue eyes shot open and looked around. Light poured into the small room illuminating the emptiness of the house enclosing her. She missed him. She missed the glow the sun made on his face while he was sleeping. She missed the heavy footsteps on the stairs when he brought her breakfast in bed. She missed his warm smile that would bind her stomach in knots. But most of all she missed the way he said her name.
"Madge" she turned her head slowly towards his voice. Her tear filled eyes fell on Gale standing in the doorway with a large tray of pancakes. He looked tired. She tried to smile. He tried too.
"I'm sorry" she wailed covering her face with her small hands. She heard Gale rush towards her sliding the tray on the trunk at the end of their bed. His familiar embrace dried most of the tears but it also sprung more. His deep voice whispered nothings in her ear trying to calm her down. When she relaxed against his chest and her breaths came at an even pace she spoke again. "I missed you" she sighed running her hands through his dark shaggy hair.
"Missed you too" he says kissing her forehead.
"Even if it was only two nights" she grumbles. Gale and Madge sit in quiet for a moment breathing in each other's scent, Gale's musky pine and Madge's sweet strawberry. Madge leans away from her husband and lies back stretching. Gale laughs. "Where did you go?" she asks closing her eyes and lying all the way back on the cold unused pillows.
"My mom's" he shrugs running his fingers over the baby bump. She nods and closes her eyes getting reconnected with the closeness of his breath and the feeling of his fingers dancing along the skin across her abdomen sending shivers down her spine. Butterflies form in Madge's stomach. Gale's hand stops moving keeping a strong pressure on her lower stomach. Her eyes flutter open to see a very surprised expression on Gale's face.
"What?" she whispers moving a little. His glazed eyes shoot up to her then back to her stomach.
"Can't you feel it?" He takes her hand and moves it down to his. There she feels the fluttering she'd been feeling. The baby is kicking. Their baby is kicking. She beams at him.
"Wow!" she gasps moving her hand around to different positions on her stomach. He laughs replacing his hand to feel the miracle again. They sit there for a while taking in the moment just by breathing and running their hands over the bump that holds their baby. But, as soon as it came the feeling is gone. Gale and Madge eat the pancakes and move on with the day. Once the butterflies come back though, the couple stops whatever they're doing to enjoy their family.
This is kind of random... and kind of awkward... sorry! :D
Seriously if you have any ideas (ANY IDEAS AT ALL) or if you like the story so far... Please comment.
Alrighty- I got my preg facts from websites. I'm trying! Yeah Gale is a jerky coward(: Oh well... Thanks for your feedback!~Erin, who has writers block~