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Yeah its been a while dearies. But I was watching tv and caught the last half of The Backup Plan, with the talented Alex O'Loughlin and it inspired this. Enjoy and remember to review.
Steve glared at the pillow on the bed. He knew it was irrational to be jealous of a pillow, but dammit he was. That stupid pillow had changed everything. It used to be that Vicki would snuggle into his side and lay her head on his shoulder and he would hold her close. He enjoyed feeling her breathing and her heart beating. And in his paranoia (which he would never admit to Danny) he believed that by holding her that close he could keep her safe from anything that might seek to harm them as they slept. It was a ridiculous idea, but it worked. Their arrangement had worked. Until that pillow came along.
Mary, Kono, and Malia had given Vicki the body pillow when they had thrown her a surprise baby shower. Malia had sited some medical jargon about how the pillow would help Vicki sleep and decrease her back pain. Mary and Kono had just sat there and given him evil smirks. Steve is starting to realize why they were doing that. They somehow knew that this was going to happen. They knew he was going to be replaced by a pillow.
As Steve continued to glare at the pillow, Vicki waddled into the bedroom. At six months pregnant with twins, Vicki was already quite large (which Steve would never say to Vicki). Vicki didn't have to look at her husband to see his ire, she could feel it.
"Your crazy SEAL stare isn't going to work on that pillow," said Vicki as she changed into her pajamas.
Steve didn't respond. He just continued to glare at the pillow. Vicki sighed and went over and hugged her husband.
"What do you have against the pillow," asked Vicki as she looked up at Steve's face.
Steve stayed silent.
"Come on Steve. Tell me," coaxed Vicki.
"I hate the pillow," grumbled Steve.
"I got that babe. Why do you hate the pillow," repeated Vicki.
Steve pursed his lips.
"Steve stop being a baby. We're going to have two soon enough and I refuse to be the only adult in this house," teased Vicki.
Steve still continued to glower at the pillow.
"Fine if you're going to be like that then I am going to bed," said Vicki exasperated.
She was tired and her back hurt and she just wanted to sleep. Finding Steve glaring at her pillow again had stopped her and she had wanted to figure out why Steve hated her body pillow so much. But he continued to be mum and act like a petulant child. So, she was going to bed. Except, Steve grabbed her hand and pulled her back toward him. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her close to his chest. Vicki grinned, but it quickly turned to a scowl when she realized that Steve was still glowering at the pillow. She pulled away from Steve and glared at him.
"Seriously," demanded Vicki.
Steve realized he was being ridiculous so he with a hesitant breath he forced out the reason.
"Thepillowhasreplacedmeinbed," said Steve in one breath.
"Lets try that again so we both can understand what you''re trying to say," said Vicki crossing her arms and looking at Steve expectantly.
"I feel like the pillow has replaced me in bed," admitted Steve while looking at his bare feet.
Vicki really wanted to hit her husband over the back of his head. She really did, but she loved him and she didn't want to fight with him.
"Why do you feel that way," asked Vicki.
"Because you never cuddle with me anymore. You curl up with your pillow and I am left all by myself on the edge of the bed," exclaimed Steve, throwing his arms out.
"So wait, is this about us not cuddling or you not having as much of the bed," demanded Vicki.
Steve realized that he was walking a very thin line between sleeping at the edge of the bed and sleeping on the couch. He hated the couch.
"Are you calling me fat," demanded Vicki when Steve had remained silent.
"Of course not. You're gorgeous."
Vicki calmed down and took a breath. She realized she was being a bit emotional.
"Then what is it?"
"I miss holding you at night. I miss you sleeping with your head on my shoulder at night. I miss feeling your breath on my neck and your heart beat against my chest," proclaimed Steve, uncaring that he was sounding like a sap.
"Oh babe," said Vicki with a wobbly smile as she hugged him again.
"I'm sorry baby," said Steve not really knowing why HE was apologizing, but he felt that he should.
"Its okay babe. But you gotta understand, I miss cuddling with you. I do. But your hard, gorgeous, toned body doesn't contour to the huge ass stomach I am sporting here. And babe I need support for this thing," said Vicki as she gestured to her stomach.
Steve grinned as he kneeled in front of her to place a kiss on her stomach.
"Come with me," said Vicki as she grabbed Steve's hand.
She pulled him onto the bed and toward her. She grabbed Steve's arm and wrapped it around her. In this position Steve was pressed firmly against Vicki's back and was able to lay his hand on her swollen belly. And Steve found he loved this new position. He could feel Vicki breathing every time she took a breath and He was in the perfect position to defend her if someone broke in. And then if that wasn't enough, as Steve rested his hand over Vicki's belly he felt a movement.
"Whoa," yelled both Vicki and Steve.
Jareth's head popped up at the foot of the bed at their joint exclamation. When no danger made itself known he laid back down.
"Was that...," asked Steve with an awed expression.
"I think so," said Vicki with the same awed expression.
The movement happened again and Vicki and Steve grinned.
"Its your babies," said Vicki with a grin as she leaned into Steve's chest.
"They're our babies," said Steve as he leaned over to give Vicki a kiss.
He reached out and grabbed her body pillow and pulled it flush against Vicki's front as he made himself flush against her back. Steve was pretty sure he could get used to this position as he felt their twins kick his hand.