(TW:// A LOT OF NSFW CONTENT K THX)
“You’re pregnant,” Thomas whispered, staring at the phone screen.
“I’m pregnant.”
“We’re having a baby.”
“Yes.”
“A tiny little thing we have to make sure we keep alive because it can’t take care of itself.”
“Yes. Are you broken?”
“Yes.”
“Tommy,” sighing, I took my phone from him and rolled to face him, “I already knew. This was just a confirmation.”
“I know. I knew too. I’ve been at your side for almost a year now. I noticed the changes in you. I can’t touch your chest without you hissing in pain, you spend more time than usual in the bathroom, you’re always tired. You could at least make it through a movie before. Now, 15 minutes in you’ll start snoring. You’re bloated, refuse to eat foods you love, and you always have a runny nose.”
“What’s that last one got to do with anything? I have allergies,” I snorted before sniffling.
“It’s just an early sign. Besides the fact you never had your period, all of that clued me in. I looked it up after all. So… so we’re having a baby.”
“Mhm,” I nodded, “I… should be scared right?”
“I think we’ve reached a point of acceptance that we aren’t afraid anymore,” he kissed me softly and I smiled, kissing him back, “d… don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Kiss me like that. I’m happy. Excited. It’s also like 5 in the morning so…”
“Oh?” smiling, I ran my fingers down his chest, “We haven’t done much since Christmas Eve.”
“You can’t,” he laughed, “you’ll probably throw up on me.”
“So you’re gonna spend the next like 8 months not trying to do anything?”
“Absolutely not,” he gently rubbed my thigh, “you’re… hm… about 9 weeks now? So in five weeks, it’ll all let up and I can go back to giving you all of the love you need. I promise. I don’t need physical affection. I just really like being close to you.”
“Me too,” wrapping my arms around his neck, I smiled when he kissed my nose, “Hey Tommy?”
“Yes, Starlight?”
“I adore you.”
“Yeah? I adore you too. So… who do we tell first?”
“Cal.”
“Fair enough.”
Thomas grabbed my phone and after we repositioned so that I could sit between his legs, the back of my head against his chest, I video-called Callum, yawning softly.
“Sparrow you bitch,” Callum groaned when he answered, “it’s fucking 730. I’ve been up all night with Hannah.”
“I’m pregnant.”
“Huh?” his eyes grew wide as he stared at me, “well. Fuck.”
“Mhm.”
“Am I the first to know?”
“Technically, Tommy is but yes.”
“Well, I meant outside of Thomas. Idiot,” he rolled his eyes and Hannah popped her head into the frame.
“Hi Hannah,” I smiled, “how are you feeling?”
“Horrendous. I’m gonna kill Cal,” she groaned.
“Shouldn’t morning sickness be gone? You’re 7 months now.”
“I have preeclampsia. On top of everything else. So no. My kidneys are messed up, I’m constantly nauseous and tired, my feet are so swollen and my head hurts all the time because my blood pressure is through the roof. We aren’t doing this again,” she glared at Callum and he nodded, “I can’t handle it. How are you feeling?”
“Not as nauseous as about half an hour ago. I feel okay.”
“Good. Tommy, get him crackers. Keep them by the side of the bed. Sparrow, eat a few before you try and get up. Trust me. It’ll help.”
“Thanks… Sis,” I smiled, cuddling closer to Tommy, “we’ll be there in… oh. No, wait. Tommy is taking me to Indiana first. How long are we staying there?” I tilted my head to look up at him.
“A week,” Thomas yawned, playing with my hair, “then we’ll go back to Idaho until we can truly plan how we want to do everything.”
“Alright. Well… we can’t wait to see you. I miss you, Aero,” Callum smiled, “don’t worry. We won’t tell anyone. You do it when you’re ready.”
“Thanks. I miss you too,” I wiped a tear away, “bye guys.”
“Bye!”
We hung up and I tossed my phone down, turning to straddle Thomas who groaned softly, gripping my rear.
“Hi,” I whispered, capturing his lips with my own.
“Goddammit,” he whimpered, “Sparrow…”
“Oh come on. I feel good. It’s been so long. I’m tired of doing everything myself. I… miss you,” I scooted back a bit and pulled his boxers down, “you can ask me to stop.”
“Fuck,” he moaned when I took him into my hand, “baby…”
“Yes?” I smiled, kissing his neck.
His hand slipped down and I whimpered when I felt his fingers on me, slowly teasing me, “god… you have to sleep in boxers or something or I can’t resist. Why are you always so warm?”
“I…” was all that escaped me when he slid his finger in, “fuck…”
“I need you to… to stop or I’m already going to… it’s been so long.”
Slowing my hand, I simply kept it wrapped around him before I grabbed his wrist, making him stop touching me. He looked at me confused before I got into position and slowly started taking him in, panting quietly in his ear.
“Wait! Sparrow we…”
“I’m already pregnant,” I groaned, “it’s not like it can happen again right now.”
“Oh, I… I forgot,” he slipped his arms around my waist as I started to rock my hips, “put your feet on the bed, not your knees. It’ll be easier and you’ll… you’ll feel more.”
I did as he asked, a loud gasp escaping me and I wrapped my fingers into his hair, his forehead against my chest, “fuck…”
“See?” he let out a strained laugh, his voice shaking, “god it’s so good. You’re so good to me, baby boy.”
My heart began to race, his fingers digging into my sides to keep me in place and he started snapping his hips up while pushing me down against him.
“Aero,” Thomas panted, “oh Aero… I… I…”
“It’s okay,” I whispered, “me too… you don’t have to say it yet.”
He gasped quietly and pulled me flush to him, making me cry out, my grip on his hair increasing. Thomas slowly peppered my chest with kisses as I continued to roll my hips, a bit out of rhythm but enough to provide us with what we needed at that moment. We came to a stop, Thomas never releasing me as I cradled his face, kissing him slowly, cherishing the way he traced my spine and the small stretch marks along my sides.
“Sparrow?” he whispered against my lips.
“No,” I whispered back, “don’t. I’m not ready to hear it yet.”
“Okay. But do you feel it?”
“What is it supposed to feel like?”
“Hm. Caring for who the other really is, not just who we see in intimate moments. It’s knowing that there’s always the risk of heartbreak but trusting in each other enough to fall anyway. The calm familiarity of being together. Feeling content and whole when we’re at each other's sides. It feels right. Complete. Not that we complete each other, but rather we’re two whole people who are free to be our complete selves and we know that the other adores who that person is. Neither of us is perfect,” he softly rubbed my cheek, “but can accept the flaws and figure out how to work through the bad times together. It’s making the choice… to choose me. To decide that my feelings toward you are important. It’s knowing that while we could live without each other, we don’t want to. That’s what… the L word is.”
“That’s what it feels like?” I looked at him confused, “I didn’t… I never felt that way with Casey and I told him all the time.”
“Probably because you thought you had to, baby. Not because you felt it.”
“You’re right,” I kissed him again, “and yes. I do feel it.”
“But I can’t tell you yet?”
“We aren’t… a couple.”
“Right. I know. I forget sometimes is all.”
“Me too,” I laughed softly, finally climbing off of him, “come on… let’s shower.”
We took a quick shower together and Thomas ran off to make breakfast as I got dressed slowly, puttering around the bedroom, my gaze falling on the blue bracelet that Thomas had bought for Christmas that matched the white one I rarely took off.
Should I give it to him?
We basically are boyfriends.
Why do I keep denying it?
He deserves better than me asking him here in the apartment though.
Hm…
Oh!
Smiling, I raced out to the kitchen, “Tommy!”
“Jesus you scared me,” he jumped, turning to look at me, “what?”
“Do you want to go to the botanical garden at UC Berkeley today? We won’t get the chance to do so once we move.”
“Oh,” he smiled, plating our breakfasts, “I would love that.”
We ate breakfast near the living room window, watching cars go by, and as Thomas got his shoes on I ran back to the bedroom to grab the bracelet, slipping it into my pocket quickly.
Thomas drove us to the garden, clearly excited and we began to walk hand in hand, pointing out beautiful things that we noticed. Thomas was incredibly talkative as always, his joy at being outdoors also filling me, and I relaxed, simply enjoying the way he spoke, the gentle light falling on his face, the bright smile that formed when we came across a rare plant he had never seen before.
“Why are you so interested in plants?” I laughed as Thomas came to a stop, examining a group of bushes.
“My father Killian grows all kinds of plants at home. He loves it. It sort of rubbed off on me,” he shrugged, “it’s why I always buy you flowers. Not just because it makes you smile, but when I was a kid, Killian would pick flowers from the backyard and bring them inside to Theo. Dad always blushed at something so simple. They love each other so purely and deeply that they’re my role models. I try and base the way I treat you on how they treat each other.”
“That’s… so romantic, Tommy,” I whispered, looking around and realizing that we were alone, “um… hey?”
“Yeah?” he smiled at me and I took a step closer, wrapping my arms around his neck, “Oh hi.”
“Hi,” I laughed, “can I ask a question?”
“Sure.”
“Oh wait first! Give me your phone.”
“Why?”
“Tommy,” I whined, “just give me your phone.”
He huffed and reached into his pocket, grabbing his phone and I unwrapped my arms from his neck, taking it and going to my contact in his phone that simply said “Eeyore.” Laughing softly, I changed it to “Starlight 🌟” and handed it back before taking my own phone out and making his “Sunbeam ☀️”. He smiled as he stared at the contacts before I took his hand and slipped the bracelet onto his wrist.
“Sparrow,” he whispered before swallowing thickly, “I told you not to give it to me until you were ready to be together. It’s only been 3 months.”
“And we’ve known each other for 8. Been going on dates against my will for that length of time. We’re regularly intimate, spend all of our time together, sleep in the same bed, cuddle, share kisses and words of affection. You’ve been my boyfriend for months, Tommy. I just wasn’t willing to admit it to myself.”
“Is this your way of asking me to be your boyfriend?” he laughed.
“I won’t repeat myself,” I huffed.
Thomas smiled, wiping a tear away, and slipped my phone into my pocket before putting his away, cupping my face and kissing me deep enough to make me weak on my feet as I gripped his arms, “I love you.”
“Tommy,” I gasped.
“Shh,” he kissed me again, his hand sliding to the nape of my neck, “don’t worry. I won’t make you say it anytime soon or ever. As long as you can promise me that you feel it, that’s more than enough for me.”
“I do,” nodding, I slid my hands up his arms and wrapped my arms around his neck once again, “I absolutely do.”
“Good. Then get used to hearing it.”
“Disgusting. I take it back. Give me the bracelet.”
“No. It’s mine.”
“Give it back if you’re gonna be all gross and sappy all the time.”
“Nope. Get used to it,” he spun me around and softly rubbed my stomach, “I love you, Sparrow Hartley, and I can’t wait to have a baby with you.”
“Ew.”
“Stop that,” he snorted, kissing the side of my neck, “you told me you were excited like 5 hours ago.”
“I… guess I am,” I sighed, “fine. I can’t wait either.”
“I know.”
“Wanna go home?”
“Why? It’s beautiful here.”
“I… hm. Fine.”
“Oh no! How can you go from being all romantic, finally admitting that you want to be together to this?”
“Because!” I looked around before whispering gently in his ear, “I need to go to the bathroom and I can’t pee in public. People look at me weirdly when I do. I want to go home.”
“Oh! Okay. Come on babe,” he laced our fingers together and we quickly left the garden, Thomas swinging our arms happily.
“I hate how happy you are about being together,” I huffed when he opened my door to let me into the car.
“Really?”
“No,” I whispered, my cheeks warm, “I’m happy too.”
“I know,” he kissed me softly, “but it’s nice to hear.”
We drove home quietly as always, my hand on Thomas’ inner thigh, and as soon as we parked I raced inside and into the restroom.
“Thank fuck,” I sighed happily when I came back into the bedroom, “I hate being out in public like that.”
“Then why did we go?” Thomas looked at me confused.
“It makes you happy to be outside.”
“Is… is that really why?”
“Mhm,” nodding, I laid down on the bed after stripping to my briefs and a tank top, my eyes closed, “I like to see you smile.”
“Oh baby,” Thomas laughed, coming to my side of the bed, “you don’t have to sacrifice your comfort for me.”
“I don’t mind.”
Thomas gently ran his fingers from my ankle to my inner thigh, making me shiver. Slowly, he began to tease me from the outside of my briefs, and he used his free hand to push my shirt up, now pressing feather-light kisses to my chest.
“T… Tommy?”
“Keep your eyes closed. Focus on how it feels. You did something uncomfortable for me today by spending that much time out of the apartment. I’d like to make it up to you.”
“Let me shower first…”
“Why?” he pulled my briefs to the side and slowly slid his middle finger in, cupping me, “there’s no need.”
I whimpered softly, surrendering to his touch, the gentle way he kissed my chest so as to not aggravate my skin. Thomas never slowed his hand as he shifted to lay between my thighs, pressing gentle kisses along my hips before using his free hand to pull my underwear out of the way to gain complete access, his tongue now on me.
“Tommy,” I whispered, a groan coming from deep in my throat.
“Quiet,” he flicked his tongue, “I plan to do this until you can’t complain anymore.”
Thomas kept his promise, chaining his fingers and tongue for so long that I could barely take a breath, my heart threatening to burst from my chest. He never relented, refusing to stop even when I begged and when he pulled his pants and boxers down, I gasped as he slipped in with ease, his hands finding mine and he pinned me down to the bed, snapping his hips rougher than he ever had.
“I couldn’t hold back anymore,” he moaned, biting at my lips, “you make such beautiful noises. I didn’t want to come in my pants. I needed to feel you.”
I didn’t reply, my voice gone as I panted, tears in my eyes, my grip on his hands tight enough that my nails dug in.
“Come on,” he commanded, “one more. G… give me one more, baby boy. I… ah fuck there we go,” he bit my neck hard when I tightened around him, his movements wild and deep as he started letting out growls and grunts, never slowing.
“T… Tommy,” I cried out, “Tommy please… more…”
“Oh fuck,” he let go of my hands and wrapped his arms around my thighs, pulling me closer, my legs now resting on one of his shoulders as he folded me with ease, “fine. Have it your way,” he smiled, slamming hard and fast before he finally froze, panting loudly, his fingers digging hard into my shins, “Jesus, Aero.”
“That was incredible.”
“Yeah, it was. I love you,” he kissed my leg softly.
“M… me too.”
“I know baby.”
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