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mkrobinsonTitle: Doubt
Fandom: Sweet Valley University
Universe: Post 19 AU
Genre: Romance/Drama
Rating: T
Warning: none really some kissies
Word Count: 552
Summary: "I know," Steven soothed. "I'm scared too. But we'll be alright. We have to be." 2/2
Billie didn't know how Steven had managed to convince his parents to let them eschew the bedroom rule [something about pregnant fiancees who had only been released from the hospital a month ago, she presumed], but she was definitely enjoying the benefits of it. Oh, not those benefits, not yet, at least, but waking up with his arms around her was good enough.
"Hey pretty," she heard him murmur, voice thick with sleep. "Don't get up."
She snuggled closer to him, thinking he had the right idea. At the very least they were safe from Hurricane Alice up there.
And Hurricane Jessica.
And even Hurricane Elizabeth.
"Can we stay in here all day?" Billie asked him hopefully, as he ran his hands down her sides. "Just the two of us? Three, I mean."
It wasn't as weird to count the baby as an us, as a real thing, after she'd spent 48 hours hooked up to a fetal monitor to make sure everything was going okay. She really had a baby inside of her. She was really going to be a mom.
"If you wanna," he replied, a serious edge to his voice. "We can arrange for that."
"I want an ice cream," she told him, changing her mind on staying in all day. If they stayed in his room she'd never get her ice cream. And she really wanted it. "Can we get one?"
Steven grinned up at her. "Sure," he said. "We can get you an ice cream. Even though it's 9 am." He winked at her.
***
"Do you think I'll be a good mom?" Billie asked him in between bites of the extra large ice cream she'd convinced him to buy her, plunking her feet on his lap as she did.
"Yeah, of course," Steven replied, shooting her one of his special grins. She felt her face turning a fiery red. "You'll be the best mom in the world."
"I don't wanna mess up," she said in a whisper. "What if the baby hates me?"
"It doesn't hate you," he said. "You sound like I did when you were in the hospital."
"I know," she admitted, though she was rather loathe to. "It's just that I'm scared," she said honestly. "It's scary."
"I know," Steven soothed. "I'm scared too. But we'll be alright. We have to be."
***
"It's so strange," she mused, unbraiding her hair in Steven's bathroom as she did, while he brushed his teeth. "I'm scared, but you being scared too makes me feel less afraid."
"Yeah?" He asked, sounding like an eager kid even with a toothbrush in his mouth. "Really you really think so? I really helped?"
She smiled, pressing herself against him. "Of course you helped," she soothed. "You've helped this whole time." She sighed dreamily. "I can't wait to marry you. I would marry you tomorrow if we could."
"I know, babe," he said, hooking his arm around her waist. "I know. Me too."
He nibbled on her neck, causing her to squeal. "Stop it," she chastised lightly. "Your parents are home."
"I know," he moaned. "Hey, at least we'll be better than them?"
Billie giggled. "It wouldn't really be hard, would it?" She gave him a peck on the lips.
"Nah," he shrugged. "But at least it cheered you up."
Fandom: Sweet Valley University
Universe: Post 19 AU
Genre: Romance/Drama
Rating: T
Warning: none really some kissies
Word Count: 552
Summary: "I know," Steven soothed. "I'm scared too. But we'll be alright. We have to be." 2/2
Billie didn't know how Steven had managed to convince his parents to let them eschew the bedroom rule [something about pregnant fiancees who had only been released from the hospital a month ago, she presumed], but she was definitely enjoying the benefits of it. Oh, not those benefits, not yet, at least, but waking up with his arms around her was good enough.
"Hey pretty," she heard him murmur, voice thick with sleep. "Don't get up."
She snuggled closer to him, thinking he had the right idea. At the very least they were safe from Hurricane Alice up there.
And Hurricane Jessica.
And even Hurricane Elizabeth.
"Can we stay in here all day?" Billie asked him hopefully, as he ran his hands down her sides. "Just the two of us? Three, I mean."
It wasn't as weird to count the baby as an us, as a real thing, after she'd spent 48 hours hooked up to a fetal monitor to make sure everything was going okay. She really had a baby inside of her. She was really going to be a mom.
"If you wanna," he replied, a serious edge to his voice. "We can arrange for that."
"I want an ice cream," she told him, changing her mind on staying in all day. If they stayed in his room she'd never get her ice cream. And she really wanted it. "Can we get one?"
Steven grinned up at her. "Sure," he said. "We can get you an ice cream. Even though it's 9 am." He winked at her.
***
"Do you think I'll be a good mom?" Billie asked him in between bites of the extra large ice cream she'd convinced him to buy her, plunking her feet on his lap as she did.
"Yeah, of course," Steven replied, shooting her one of his special grins. She felt her face turning a fiery red. "You'll be the best mom in the world."
"I don't wanna mess up," she said in a whisper. "What if the baby hates me?"
"It doesn't hate you," he said. "You sound like I did when you were in the hospital."
"I know," she admitted, though she was rather loathe to. "It's just that I'm scared," she said honestly. "It's scary."
"I know," Steven soothed. "I'm scared too. But we'll be alright. We have to be."
***
"It's so strange," she mused, unbraiding her hair in Steven's bathroom as she did, while he brushed his teeth. "I'm scared, but you being scared too makes me feel less afraid."
"Yeah?" He asked, sounding like an eager kid even with a toothbrush in his mouth. "Really you really think so? I really helped?"
She smiled, pressing herself against him. "Of course you helped," she soothed. "You've helped this whole time." She sighed dreamily. "I can't wait to marry you. I would marry you tomorrow if we could."
"I know, babe," he said, hooking his arm around her waist. "I know. Me too."
He nibbled on her neck, causing her to squeal. "Stop it," she chastised lightly. "Your parents are home."
"I know," he moaned. "Hey, at least we'll be better than them?"
Billie giggled. "It wouldn't really be hard, would it?" She gave him a peck on the lips.
"Nah," he shrugged. "But at least it cheered you up."
