[CLOSED] just a little late.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"No, we'd just have to keep it out of all the tattoo parlors before it's eighteen. Or it'll fall for a tattoo artist. Not that we don't make awesome pay. We're just rotten company." He teased, wrapping his arms carefully around her. He could feel her exposed stomach against what was revealed of his between his shirt and the top of his pants. He wondered if he would be there when she first felt it kick, even if he knew he couldn't feel it himself. He wondered where he'd be when it first started moving and turning. But he wondered mostly if he would be there when she went into labor, if everything would be okay until then. He smiled as she kissed his nose, gently squeezing her side. "Scared yet?"

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey snickered. "Completely rotten," She teased. "And far too easy to fall for." She hugged him close, burying her face in his neck for a moment and drawing in his familiar, comforting scent. At his question she drew in a breath, lips grazing his cheek. "Terrified.." She whispered softly, managing a smile. But the word was utterly honest. She was scared to death, not sure if she was ready. Three months had flown by so fast.. "But that's okay...because I have you right here.."

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"And I'm not going anywhere. I'll be there when you have it, and I'm going to hold your hand. And one day, we're going to look back at how scared we both were and laugh because we'll see there's nothing to be afraid of.." He held her close, careful not to put any pressure on her stomach as he rubbed her back. He kissed the side of her head, reaching up to play with her hair. "Why don't you go take a shower? And then I can shower and we can go to bed." He suggested.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey couldn't help her faint smile at the words, finding comfort in them. "Okay," She murmured, kissing his forehead before getting up and grabbing sweats and a loose shirt. She waved at Marcus as she passed him in the hall, ducking into the bathroom and starting the shower before undressing. She stepped into the warm water and began to lather her hair and body, pausing for a moment to look down at her stomach thoughtfully.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt heard Marc talking in the next room, and Jack talking back. Monroe piped up every once and awhile, usually saying something pointless. He sat up, walking out into the hall. He wandered downstairs to the kitchen to get something to drink before he started up the stairs again. He ran a hand through his hair, stopping to listen in case Zoey needed anything before he walked back to their bedroom. He put her bag up where she could get to it without bending, then fished around his for a pair of boxers.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey climbed out of the shower after rinsing off, and dried carefully before pulling on her sweats and shirt.
'You finally stop being a whore and get pregnant, how ironic,' Satan his tauntingly in her head. She just ignored him after a brief flash of agitation, and was glad when he said nothing else. Scrubbing her hair dry enough the it wouldn't drip, she ran her fingers through it, then hung the towel on a hook and wandered out of the bathroom.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt looked up as the shower stopped, messing with the boxer draped over his stomach. He got up, smiling as he passed Zoey. He took as quick a shower he could manage, trying to get through with it so he could go to bed. He was suddenly overcome by dizziness and dropped to his knees. He held his head until it passed, the only thing remaining being the horrible thought of Zoey losing the baby.

"Britt?" Monroe called. "Britt, you okay?"

"Yeah.." He called back, turning off the shower as he resorted to just sitting. He felt too sick to stand.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey was laying on the bed thinking when she heard the thud and Monroe call. She bit her lip, waiting as things fell quiet. She had eard the water shut off, and finally got up to head down the hall, knocking softly before opening the bathroom door. She hesitated as she closed it behind her, and gently pushed the shiwer curtains aside to find him sitting. "Britton.." She murmured softly, taking a seat on the rim of the tub and gently running her fingers through his wet hair.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

He looked up at her, drawing one of his knees up in an attempt to cover himself despite Zoey having seen him naked before. He closed his eyes, just enjoying her fingers through his hair. It seemed odd to think that one day she'd be his wife and they'd have a baby. He carefully got to his feet, reaching for the towel before he leaned over to kiss his Zoey gently. "I'm fine." He said quietly.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey met the kiss tenderly, smiling. "It doesn't mean I can't worry.." She insisted softly, touching his arm gently before leaving him to finish. She wandered back towards the bedroom, waving at Jack as she passed.