Alicia sits on the edge of the bed, gently kicking her legs back and forth, enjoying the soft swoosh of the sheets against her calves. She hums softly, resting a hand low on her stomach, and smiles every time the baby kicks. It hasn't been the best time to be pregnant, with the pandemic raging on outside, but she and Ricardo, and Sofia, they've all been very careful to interact with people as little as possible. She accompanies Ricardo sometimes to the park, staying in the car until they're sure it's all but deserted, but for the most part, she keeps to the house, circling the backyard when she needs some fresh air, to feel the grass between her toes.
She stares at herself in the mirror, exhaling softly. Her hair is untamed, curling around her shoulders, wide and thick. Her clothes consist of one of Ricardo's shirts and some maternity pants that Sofia had bought for her a couple of months ago when things started getting snug. She's not her usual put together self, and as much as it kind of makes her fingers twitch to repair her reflection, she also loves it because it means what she's always wanted- a chance to be a mother, with the man she adores, and go through every stage of this new life without missing a thing. The timing is awful, yes, but she can't help looking forward to the day she'll get to hold her baby for the first time in November.
She looks up with a smile when Ricardo comes in and kneels down, cupping her jaw gently and pressing a warm kiss to her lips. "I didn't know you were awake," he says softly. "Everything good?" His hand joins hers and she nods, closing her eyes and pressing her forehead to his. He twitches when the baby kicks again and she huffs out a soft laugh against his lips. "Looks like we have a futball player on our hands in there," he teases her lightly.
"They're probably just practicing their scissor kick in there for when they start going after championships in WWE." They grin at each other and Ricardo kisses her again, lingering longer this time.
"I love you," he whispers to her and she sighs slowly, feeling a surge of emotions suddenly.
"I love you too," she breathes back and he beams, easing her down against the bed and kneeling next to her. He cradles her face in his hands before kissing her again, and again, and again, until he works her up into a kiss that leaves her breathing heavily, her toes curling against the back of his knee, slow swipes of his tongue leaving her yearning for more. "Ricardo..." she whimpers, arching against him, and he hums, hands trailing up her sides before resting on her rib cage, thumbs stroking circles against her warm flesh.
"Alicia, you're so beautiful," he tells her and she blushes, remembering how her reflection had looked, and slowly shaking her head- before he tightens his grip on her jaw and stares deep into her eyes. "The most gorgeous woman I've ever had the honor of knowing," he clarifies and fresh tears fill her eyes as he smiles adoringly down at her.
"Ricardo-" she murmurs, the word dying away on a soft gasp as he slips his hands under the shirt of his that she'd claimed months back, slipping it off of her and tossing it aside. She trembles through the scrutiny of his gaze, hands exploring as she closes her eyes and relishes the feeling, her entire body tingling with love for this man. "Ricardo," she sighs out a moan and he smiles, leaning in to kiss her again. His fingers are soothing and cool as he strokes her, his mouth tastes like home, and it's all she can do to not start sobbing as hormones toy with her, making everything feel more intense and desperate between them.
When she does cry, tears slowly trailing down her cheeks, he softly kisses them away, and whispers her name until she looks at him once more, shuddering and gasping for air as he trails over and touches every inch of her, making the most of the awareness of her body he's built up over the years they've spent together. "Alicia," he murmurs, kissing her nose.
She keens and wraps an arm around him, nosing at his throat and moaning against his throat while he holds her close, enjoying the need rippling through her body.
Afterwards, he helps her pick out a new outfit for the day- a soft, floral shirt that flows just right around her growing stomach, and pale pink pants that jive well and seem to make her happy even as she carefully sets his old shirt and the other pants she'd slept in on the laundry pile. She smiles over at him and tugs him closer, claiming his mouth in a kiss that makes him reconsider breakfast, but she slowly pulls away and winks at him, tapping his jaw before turning away to work at her hair a bit.
As he steps closer and wraps his arms around her and rests his hands on her stomach, murmuring quietly in Spanish to their child, she watches him and feels tears in her eyes for a whole different reason. How am I supposed to do any of this without him...?