Legacy
By Taleya

Blair gently rubbed his belly and shifted around, aiming his butt carefully at the couch. He had one shot at this. One. Because once he was in there, it was gonna take a chain hoist to get him back out, so he was gonna make damn sure he was comfy

<leeeeft........riight. no, leeeeft, just a little....>

His ass swayed back and forth over its target, aiming just for that right dint, the one that nestled him in the corner with the nice soft cushions

Fighting nine pounds of torque, he aimed, then leaned backwards.

Halfway through his controlled journey, gravity took over, pulling him straight down with a grunt, and a happy sigh of satisfaction as he hit the spot.

Reaching out, he pawed at the remote, then tugged it into his hands.  The baby squirmed lightly in his tummy and he giggled a little, lovingly rubbing the gigantic mound of his stomach.

Leaning back, he rested his head against the back of his couch and closed his eyes, just floating, enjoying the nice, soft couch and the little tickles running up and down his spine as junior got his exercise

His lover would be home soon.  Tossing his keys on the table, a grin splitting his face, hands reaching forwards to eagerly hold him and sooth his little aches.

A little ache pushed at his back and he shifted a little, grunting.  These little pains had been aching him all day, no real pain, just incredibly annoying.  He wanted someone to rub his back for him, a nice hot water bottle maybe...

With a grunt and groan, he rocked back and forth, building up momentum, finally shoving himself out of the couch and onto unsteady feet. Filling the kettle, he waited for it to boil, rocking back and forth a little, one hand on his burgeoning belly, caressing it under the oversized shirt, fingers absently tracing the swirls of colour and tribal marks

He loved this, he had to confess. The warm, fuzzy feel of a little life inside him, especially now the baby had started to move more and more, the little flutters and kicks, watching his belly grow even bigger with each day.  The thought that there was a little piece, belonging to no-one else, just him and his mate, the two of them combined.

In a strange way, it was better than sex.  A fleeting contact, the feeling of hardness inside all too soon gone and lost.  But this...this was almost forever. A semi-permanent piece inside him, 24 hours a day.  He didn't mind the backaches, or the cravings, or the indigestion -- they were there because of the baby.  His lover's baby. Inside him, living, moving.

A sudden swell of love almost made his heart burst and he gently massaged his stomach,   pressing a kiss to one hand and brushing his fingers over the baby.

He was filling the hot water bottle when he heard the roar of a car.

Instantly, he knew who it was, a delighted smile crossing his face as he gently straightened his clothes and waddled slowly to the door.

Waiting beside it, he bounced slightly, shifting from foot to foot, hands slipping under his shirt and rubbing his belly, eagerly waiting

His back twinged him again and he sighed, rubbing it as footsteps crept closer, finally leaning back against a nearby wall in defeat.

The door opened, and he waddled forward in glee, needy arms outstretched, wrapping around the tall man that walked through the door.  "Simon!!"

The captain returned the embrace, gently, peppering tiny kisses over his lover's face, holding him in his arms, tossing his keys and jacket aside as he wrapped one arm around the anthropologist's waist and took his hand with the other, gently guiding him back up the hall and to the couch.

Blair sat down with a huff, face red from even that little effort, and Banks quickly wet a cloth and dampened it gently against the flushed features.  "shh, it's ok Blair, ok."

Blair smiled gratefully at him, then nestled his head in the other man's chest.  "Simon, where's Jim? You said you'd bring Jim  home." One hand patted his belly. "It’s been so long, Simon, so long, I want him to see his baby.." he crooned gently, over and over

Simon swallowed softly and wrapped his arms a little tighter around the anthropologist.  "Tomorrow baby? Maybe tomorrow. He couldn't come, he was working late and didn't want to wake you up, you need your sleep"

"oh."  Blair was silent a long time, then looked up at Simon, sudden clarity in his eyes.  "He's not here, is he?"

Banks shook his head. "No, he's not."

Ellison was dead. Taken out by a car accident, the same accident that had left Blair like this. Broken their trilogy, left Simon Banks a shattered shell of a man trying to be brave for his one living love.

"oh." again it was a soft whisper, then Blair was trying to get to his feet. "can I go to bed, Simon? I want to sleep, I want to be awake and look nice when he comes back"

"Ok, honey." The burly captain was soft and gentle as he helped the younger man across the big, empty house and into his room, pulling back the covers and settling Blair on his side.  The distended belly rippled a little, as if the baby was settling down as well, then Blair's eyes were fluttering shut, a soft smile on his lips. "Tomorrow, Simon," he promised.

"Tomorrow." it was the same word every night.  Banks pressed a feather-light kiss to the other man's forehead and sat by his side, gently rubbing his back until he fell into sleep.

Then he cried
 

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Last modified: November 12, 2010