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[Jul. 23rd, 2009|02:34 am] |
To say he'd been run ragged was an understatement. At the moment, he was lying face down on Kinley's king-size bed, dozing next to her. He was on top of the covers, barefoot and just in jeans. His hair was still a bit damp from the shower he'd taken before flopping onto the bed a few hours earlier.
For a good long while Kinley had just read her book, but after a while he got really bored. Shutting the book, she put the book down on the nightstand and then reached over and tugged at a piece of his hair to try and wake him up.
Jacob pushed his face harder into the mattress, trying to deny the fact that his brain was bobbing back up to consciousness. After a few more moments of denial, he slowly turned his head to the side to look at her. "You rang?" He'd been strangely good natured about all of the running around, though that didn't mean they still didn't get into fights with each other. It was just how they functioned.
"I'm really bored." Kinley couldn't even lay on her side at this point so she was just sort of stuck, bored out of her mind, in one position. "If I get that stupid pillow wendell got me and turn on my side will you rub my back for a little while?"
Eyeing the pillow within her reach, Jacob had to admit it looked pretty stupid. Then again, anything pregnancy shaped looked odd to Jacob. He nodded and got up so he could sit indian-style on the bed next to her. As she positioned herself, he took slight pleasure in watching her roll around ungracefully. She seemed a lot more human this way.
Kinley had to roll over and it took a lot of effort to get over onto her side and to put the pillow in place so that her stomach didn't feel so heavy. Once she was settled she closed her eyes and just sighed. "Ugh, this is so awkward, I can't deal."
"Am I supposed to tell you how beautiful you look?" He poked his head up over her shoulder and smirked. "I'll bet we could make thousands off of those pregnant-lady fetish sites." That was kind of a compliment, right? "Shall I go get a laptop with a webcam?" He put his hands on her lower back, easily kneading his thumbs into the muscles there.
"I will fucking kill you, Jacob. I really will. And then I am going to tell the baby that Hunter is his dad because at least he doesn't try to make porn with me."
"It's not porn if it's tasteful." He said plainly. "It's erotica." He continued to rub her back. By this time he was pretty good at it and he quickly eased her muscles out. "Did you read that story I gave you that Everett wrote?"
"Yeah, I did." She'd read it a few times, actually. Because she really had liked it and she wanted their story to turn out something like that. Leaning back, she let his hands rub a little harder. "That feels good."
Her tone of voice told him that there was definitely hope their kid would end up named Parker. He grinned, finding it almost amusing how badly he wanted that now that it was in his head. "I was talking to Morgan the other day and he wants to help with the baby rooms. He mentioned maybe Vaughn could help too since he's artistic. I thought you might have some paintings you'd want to use."
"I was thinking that I would paint a mural on the wall once I am up and mobile." She sighed and closed her eyes. "Go a little lower, yeah, right there... oh right there." She arched her back a little bit. "This baby better come soon, I can't take much more of this laying in bed stuff."
Jacob quirked a brow at her words. "This kind of sounds like what got us into this in the first place." He couldn't help but point out as his hands obeyed her commands. It felt good to connect with her, touch her. "We'll leave a wall blank. I figured we'd have two rooms for him. One here and one at my place." It was weird to talk about living in separate places, but he didn't know how else it would work.
"No, I don't think that's a good idea." Finley shook her head and she looked over her shoulder at him. "You live next door, why don't you just come over here all the time." Because she wasn't sure she liked the idea of the baby spending the night away from her.
"What if you want to go out or something? The baby will need a place to stay. I figure I'll be watching him." For when she went out and--well, he didn't really want to think about her doing that but she was certainly free to do so.
"Well then you can just stay the night over here. I don't want him to have two bedrooms and I don't want him bouncing all around. I just want him to have one bedroom that is just his bedroom and he won't have to worry about what toys or what clothes are where and it won't be such a huge mess."
"You're so going to hog him, aren't you." Jacob pulled his hands back, setting them in his lap. In the beginning, he wouldn't have minded that, but now he had this huge fear that Kinley was going to tell the kid all sorts of horrible things about him and the boy would believe her because kids believed their mothers.
Turning back over onto her back, it was slow, but she managed it. "No, I'm not going to hog him, Jacob. But he's my son, and I know he's yours too, but he's been with me for almost nine months already and you've only just started coming around. I've already changed all of my plans for you. I came here, didn't I? I don't want him to have two rooms, I just want you to respect that."
"Oh, like it's fair to count the nine months. I'm being penalized for not having a uterus." He sighed and folded his arms over his chest now, scooting back so that he could lean his back against the headboard. "One bedroom. Can Vaughn and Morgan help, or should I just leave that to you?"
Being bed ridden was horrible because this was usually the point in the conversation where she got up and walked away from Jacob. She rolled over slowly and tried to sit up, but it was a slow and difficult process.
"You're not getting out of bed," he informed her, if that's what she was trying. It was difficult to tell with her odd body mechanics now. He reached out and touched her shoulder. "Stop, I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry." He didn't want to stress her out and it gave him the power to apologize for when he acted like a jerk instead of just storming out of the room.
With Jacob, Kinley was in a near constant state of stress. If it wasn't one thing it was another and today was no different. Sure, it had started out nice, but it had escalated into something she didn't want to think about. "Don't touch me right now." She shrugged off his hand and managed to sit herself upright.
"You're really this pissed about the baby room?" He pulled his hand back, figuring it was best to just do as she said at this point. "I said we could have just one. I'll just stay here when I'm looking after him. And I'll sleep over the first few months to help with middle of the night stuff."
Kinley didn't know what was wrong. It wasn't even that she was pissed really, she wasn't sure what she was. All she knew was that she was seconds away from bursting into tears and she didn't want to do that in front of Jacob. So she got up and waddled her way to the bathroom, which was the only place she was allowed to go, and she locked herself inside.
Wendell had warned him about moodswings, but sometimes he didn't believe them until he actually saw them. Right now, he hated the fact that he could hear everything going on in there and he tried to block it out. He had no intention of leaving, so he simply sunk down on the bed and laid his head back on the pillow.
Kinley sat down on the edge of the bath tub and she put her face in her hands. She had a pretty good idea that he was going to hear everything anyway, but at least he wouldn't see it. Kinley sobbed as quietly as she could into her hands, keeipng them pressed over her face to muffle the sound as much as she could maange.
Part of him wanted to break the door down to get to her and that feeling of protectiveness sat in an uncomfortable wad in the pit of his stomach. He knew for a fact that would upset her more. Instead, he went to go sit on the floor next to the door, one knee hitched up, arm draped over it while he waited for her to come out.
It took her a few minutes to calm herself down and then she washed her face in the sink before coming back out. When she opened the door and saw him sitting there she just frowned. "You don't have to be here all the time."
He tilted his head up to look at her and offered her a shrug. "I know," he said a little defensively. But wasn't that what fathers did? And he liked being around her, even if she drove him fucking crazy.
With a sigh Kinley leaned back against the wall and then slid down so that she was sitting next to him. It took a lot of effort but she managed it in the end. "I just don't know what to do half the time."
Jacob turned his head to look at her. "Well sitting on the floor wasn't the smartest thing you've ever done." Because it was going to take a crane to get her up. On impulse though, he leaned his head against her shoulder. "It'll make more sense once the baby is out. Shit will just fall into place." It was one of the most zen statements he'd ever made.
And Kinley hoped that he was right. Stretching her legs out she sighed again and leaned her head against his. IT didn't help how she felt about him. How what she wanted to ask him was just to move in with her, to do the family thing. But she wouldn't. For Evererett and Vaughn she wouldn't. Because somewhere deep down she was certain that Jacob had a sense of what the right thing to do was and she didn't want him to feel like it was the right thing to abandon his lovers just because he had gotten her pregnant.
Wrapping his arms around her, he fell into the clinging mode. It was a Jacob that only she really ever saw. His long limbs tangled up as best they could with hers and his breathing deepened so that he could take in her scent in long deep droughts. "You know, we would have always been connected somehow even if it weren't for the baby. We probably wouldn't be here right now, but there'd always be something there."
"I don't know what you see in me." She was rough and stubborn and as far as women went she wasn't exactly a prize catch. At least she didn't think so. "I love you, Jacob. I know I don't ever say it, or show it, but I do. And I'm sorry that I make you miserable sometimes and that I'm going to make you miserable for many years to come now."
All Jacob could do was hold onto the roller coaster. To be honest, he knew he was up and down too and he didn't have pregnancy to blame it on. "Yeah, well, I like that you put so much effort into making me miserable sometimes. It shows me my own hard work at making you go crazy isn't all in vain." He was turning it into a bit of a joke, but that was just Jacob. To seal her words in seriousness, he gave her a kiss that started at the corner of her mouth and worked it's way over to dead center.
Kinley kissed him back and she lifted her hand up to brush her fingers across his cheek. She knew it wasn't always going to be easy but moments like this made it worth it, and she knew that their son was going to make it all worth it.
Her hand was so infinitely different than Vaughn or Everett's and he shut his eyes, focusing in on that difference. His tongue slipped into her mouth as the kiss deepened and he had to admit that he very much wanted to feel all of her against him again.
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