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How To Woo Your Scientist In 100 Cookies or Less: Rodney has a secret admirer. Prompt fic. See end of fic for prompt. ~1800 words.
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Menace 2 Society [Rated C for Crack]
May. 15th, 2011 11:45 pmMenace to Society: Set during any time period when Rodney and the gang are on Earth. Possible The Return era. John's away and Rodney finds out a life of crime really isn't for him even though he's really good at it. ~1600 words. Crack.
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Cravings [PG]
May. 12th, 2011 05:35 pmCravings: Wherein Rodney's pregnant thanks to a piece of ancient tech and John's playing dutifully baby daddy. ~1600 words. Warning: Mpreg and total crack.
Notes: Did I really write this? Seriously? Yesterday, I was yearning like crazy for some mpreg but I think I've written every one in the SGA fandom, so I wrote my own. I'm so sorry for even writing it. Haha.
It started, like the majority of their most ridiculous incidents, with a piece of ancient technology in an abandoned lab. At the time, they'd already been in the city for nearly five years which means, as Rodney likes to remind John loudly and as often as possible, that he really should have known better than to start poking around at seemingly harmless machines.
Especially with Rodney in the general vicinity, because while the galaxy hates them all, it seems to have a special dislike for Rodney and John as a pair. Couple.
Whatever.
Anyway. The point is, John does know better than to touch ancient technology in dark, dank labs but there was something about this that was apparently just screaming to be touched, so he touched it. And Rodney tried to slap his hand away.
Which, clearly, was enough to initialize and activate the machine.
John doesn't remember much about that except for the bright blue light that surrounded him and then Rodney before they both lost consciousness.
The first few weeks after were pretty normal--well, as normal as things ever get in a galaxy where giant, monster vampires with the ability to drain a human life through their hands are running rampant--so John and Rodney both resolved to keep the incident in the lab to themselves. There was no need worrying Carson, Elizabeth and everyone else on base over something they weren't supposed to be doing anyway.
That was their second mistake.
In their defense, everything was great for a month. They still had amazing sex on a semi-regular basis. Rodney still shouted at John over lunch while John smiled fondly at him over pudding cups. Ronon and Teyla still pretended they didn't know John and Rodney when they slipped behind the bushes off-world to make out.
Everything was perfectly normal.
That was until one morning John woke up to find Rodney hunched over his duffel bag, heaving helplessly all over John's not-so-secret stash of black t-shirts.
"Couldn't... make it... to the bathroom," Rodney had gasped in between gags. It was gross and was almost enough to make John want to puke, but instead, he played the dutiful boyfriend and joined Rodney on the edge of the bed, rubbing his back until the nausea subsided.
When Rodney was done, John took the duffel bag out onto the east pier and burned it, black t-shirts and all.
John stole Rodney's "I'm With Genius" t-shirt in retaliation. It looked better on him anyway.
---
The whole throwing up thing went on for a few days, much to John's disgust and dismay, before Rodney finally thought it a good idea to see a doctor and that was only after he very nearly passed out from manly hunger thanks to the inability to keep any food down. While he whined and cried about the smallest of paper cuts, apparently puking every three hours wasn't a huge concern.
He wondered, in addition to some intestine-eating parasite or whatever was making Rodney so sick, if he'd also been replaced with a pod person.
---
In the end, however, it was neither an intestine-eating parasite nor a pod person. In fact, the culprit, which was nestled cozily inside Rodney's fully functioning uterus--John can't wait to explain that one to the kid--wasn't even the size of a grain of rice.
"I'm what?" Rodney had shrieked, looking practically murderous as he glared from John to Carson and back to John again. "I know this is all a voodoo science anyway, but in case it's escaped you're notice, I'm a man, Carson!"
"Aye, that you are, Rodney. A man with a functioning extra body part."
It was at that point that Rodney promptly passed out.
---
"What are you doing?" Rodney asks as he walks into the bedroom, one hand rubbing his lower belly. He looks a little ridiculous in Ronon's oversized shirt and sweatpants--which John, privately, thinks aren't so oversized anymore--and the Athosian version of slippers, but John smiles fondly at him anyway.
"Just thinking about you. C'mere," he says, holding his arms out.
Rodney rolls his eyes and waddles over to the bed. "What?"
John pulls him down carefully and slides one hand under his shirt, resting his palm against Rodney's warm stomach. "You feelin' okay?"
"Other than the fact that my ankles are swollen, my back aches like you wouldn't believe and I'm too heavy to even get out of a chair by myself? Oh yeah, I'm great," Rodney snipes, pressing himself against John's side. "I don't think I've told you that I hate you this week."
"You told me on Monday."
"Well, it's Friday, so let's think of this as an early start on next week."
"You don't mean that," John says smugly, nipping playfully at Rodney's stubborn jaw.
"Unfortunately, I don't. Not entirely, anyway," Rodney sighs. He winces a little as the baby gives a particularly strong kick. "I don't think he likes you. He always does that when you touch me."
"I think it means he likes me best," John teases. Half of Rodney's face is obscured by their current position, but he can totally feel Rodney rolling his eyes.
The baby gives another hard kick and John can't help but grin. Oh yeah. He's definitely the favorite.
Pressing a kiss to Rodney's shoulder, John helps him maneuver into the only semi-comfortable position he can sleep in these days, what with the ever-expanding belly and nearly crippling back pain before he slides his hand back under Rodney's shirt.
He thinks he should be a little freaked out at the idea of Rodney pregnant with his child, but really, he thinks Rodney's never been sexier.
"You worry me sometimes," Rodney snorts, blue eyes already half closed. "And you have an obsession."
"I do," John agrees. "But you just feel so good under my hand."
"Freak," Rodney says fondly.
John knows that's Rodney speak for I love you
"You too, McKay," John grins as he closes his eyes, letting the sound of Rodney's quiet, snuffling snores lull him to sleep.
---
John jerks awake sometime later that night when he reaches for Rodney and feels the cold empty space that he should be occupying. He doesn't know what he's expecting when he opens his eyes, but it's definitely not to find the room empty. He has no idea how in the world Rodney even managed to get out of bed without waking him.
He's just about to reach for his radio and yell at Chuck to find Rodney right now God dammit when the bathroom door slides open and Rodney waddles out, looking pale and drawn as he sinks down onto the mattress.
"Did I wake you?"
"Yes," John lies because it makes him feel better than to admit he had no clue Rodney had slipped away. "Are you okay?"
"It's ridiculous that such a short walk from here to the bathroom is enough to exhaust me," he says disgustedly, one hand drawing idle patterns on his belly. "I have no clue how I ever thought I'd make it down to the Mess."
"The Mess?"
John can see the flush covering Rodney's cheeks even in the darkened room.
"I was a little hungry," he says, chin tilting up as if daring John to tease.
John doesn't. While Rodney's always been a big eater and a little soft around the middle, he knows the new gain is a sore subject.
"What do you want?"
"Doesn't matter now," Rodney says morosely. "I'll never make it."
"Rodney," John says. "C'mon. I'll go grab something. Just tell me what you want."
Rodney perks up almost immediately. "Really? You will?" He asks, like they haven't had this conversation at least once a week for the last six months.
"Yes dear," John says and fights the urge to roll his eyes.
"In that case, I'll make a list."
John just sighs.
---
When he returns to their quarters, fully stacked tray balanced in his hands, he thinks the door open and slips into the room to find Rodney practically salivating.
"Took you long enough!" He barks, making 'gimme hands' at John.
"It took awhile to scrounge all this stuff up. You do realize they don't exactly have the Athosian wanna-be pizza with not-quite-anchovies just laying around, right? And it's not like there's a mini-mart down the street I can go to."
"Yes well..." Rodney trails off as John sets a tray on his lap. John can his stomach grumble in anticipation and he actually has to look away as Rodney shoves the first slice into his mouth. He's down for strange cravings, but while Earth-style anchovies are gross, these are at least ten times worse.
"Why can't you ever want anything that actually tastes good? You know, share the wealth?"
"I can't help that your unborn child has strange tastes," Rodney sniffs, licking his fingers clean. "I would be willing to share this, you know. If you want some."
John would rather eat his own arm.
"I think I'll pass. But thanks, buddy."
He settles in beside Rodney and waits. It doesn't take long for him to finish the pizza or the two chocolate pudding cups and when he's done, he hands the empty tray to John and settles back down against the pillows.
"Better?"
"Much," Rodney says, sighing contentedly. John sets the tray on the beside table and rolls over, dropping an arm around Rodney's expanding waist. Rodney practically purrs in response. "Mmm... thanks for taking care of me."
"Like I really have a choice," John snorts, but he leans over and kisses Rodney anyway."Get some sleep, McKay."
Rodney's already well on his way, so John buries his nose against Rodney's neck and closes his eyes, allowing the gentle kicking of their baby under his hand lull him to sleep.
Notes: Did I really write this? Seriously? Yesterday, I was yearning like crazy for some mpreg but I think I've written every one in the SGA fandom, so I wrote my own. I'm so sorry for even writing it. Haha.
It started, like the majority of their most ridiculous incidents, with a piece of ancient technology in an abandoned lab. At the time, they'd already been in the city for nearly five years which means, as Rodney likes to remind John loudly and as often as possible, that he really should have known better than to start poking around at seemingly harmless machines.
Especially with Rodney in the general vicinity, because while the galaxy hates them all, it seems to have a special dislike for Rodney and John as a pair. Couple.
Whatever.
Anyway. The point is, John does know better than to touch ancient technology in dark, dank labs but there was something about this that was apparently just screaming to be touched, so he touched it. And Rodney tried to slap his hand away.
Which, clearly, was enough to initialize and activate the machine.
John doesn't remember much about that except for the bright blue light that surrounded him and then Rodney before they both lost consciousness.
The first few weeks after were pretty normal--well, as normal as things ever get in a galaxy where giant, monster vampires with the ability to drain a human life through their hands are running rampant--so John and Rodney both resolved to keep the incident in the lab to themselves. There was no need worrying Carson, Elizabeth and everyone else on base over something they weren't supposed to be doing anyway.
That was their second mistake.
In their defense, everything was great for a month. They still had amazing sex on a semi-regular basis. Rodney still shouted at John over lunch while John smiled fondly at him over pudding cups. Ronon and Teyla still pretended they didn't know John and Rodney when they slipped behind the bushes off-world to make out.
Everything was perfectly normal.
That was until one morning John woke up to find Rodney hunched over his duffel bag, heaving helplessly all over John's not-so-secret stash of black t-shirts.
"Couldn't... make it... to the bathroom," Rodney had gasped in between gags. It was gross and was almost enough to make John want to puke, but instead, he played the dutiful boyfriend and joined Rodney on the edge of the bed, rubbing his back until the nausea subsided.
When Rodney was done, John took the duffel bag out onto the east pier and burned it, black t-shirts and all.
John stole Rodney's "I'm With Genius" t-shirt in retaliation. It looked better on him anyway.
---
The whole throwing up thing went on for a few days, much to John's disgust and dismay, before Rodney finally thought it a good idea to see a doctor and that was only after he very nearly passed out from manly hunger thanks to the inability to keep any food down. While he whined and cried about the smallest of paper cuts, apparently puking every three hours wasn't a huge concern.
He wondered, in addition to some intestine-eating parasite or whatever was making Rodney so sick, if he'd also been replaced with a pod person.
---
In the end, however, it was neither an intestine-eating parasite nor a pod person. In fact, the culprit, which was nestled cozily inside Rodney's fully functioning uterus--John can't wait to explain that one to the kid--wasn't even the size of a grain of rice.
"I'm what?" Rodney had shrieked, looking practically murderous as he glared from John to Carson and back to John again. "I know this is all a voodoo science anyway, but in case it's escaped you're notice, I'm a man, Carson!"
"Aye, that you are, Rodney. A man with a functioning extra body part."
It was at that point that Rodney promptly passed out.
---
"What are you doing?" Rodney asks as he walks into the bedroom, one hand rubbing his lower belly. He looks a little ridiculous in Ronon's oversized shirt and sweatpants--which John, privately, thinks aren't so oversized anymore--and the Athosian version of slippers, but John smiles fondly at him anyway.
"Just thinking about you. C'mere," he says, holding his arms out.
Rodney rolls his eyes and waddles over to the bed. "What?"
John pulls him down carefully and slides one hand under his shirt, resting his palm against Rodney's warm stomach. "You feelin' okay?"
"Other than the fact that my ankles are swollen, my back aches like you wouldn't believe and I'm too heavy to even get out of a chair by myself? Oh yeah, I'm great," Rodney snipes, pressing himself against John's side. "I don't think I've told you that I hate you this week."
"You told me on Monday."
"Well, it's Friday, so let's think of this as an early start on next week."
"You don't mean that," John says smugly, nipping playfully at Rodney's stubborn jaw.
"Unfortunately, I don't. Not entirely, anyway," Rodney sighs. He winces a little as the baby gives a particularly strong kick. "I don't think he likes you. He always does that when you touch me."
"I think it means he likes me best," John teases. Half of Rodney's face is obscured by their current position, but he can totally feel Rodney rolling his eyes.
The baby gives another hard kick and John can't help but grin. Oh yeah. He's definitely the favorite.
Pressing a kiss to Rodney's shoulder, John helps him maneuver into the only semi-comfortable position he can sleep in these days, what with the ever-expanding belly and nearly crippling back pain before he slides his hand back under Rodney's shirt.
He thinks he should be a little freaked out at the idea of Rodney pregnant with his child, but really, he thinks Rodney's never been sexier.
"You worry me sometimes," Rodney snorts, blue eyes already half closed. "And you have an obsession."
"I do," John agrees. "But you just feel so good under my hand."
"Freak," Rodney says fondly.
John knows that's Rodney speak for I love you
"You too, McKay," John grins as he closes his eyes, letting the sound of Rodney's quiet, snuffling snores lull him to sleep.
---
John jerks awake sometime later that night when he reaches for Rodney and feels the cold empty space that he should be occupying. He doesn't know what he's expecting when he opens his eyes, but it's definitely not to find the room empty. He has no idea how in the world Rodney even managed to get out of bed without waking him.
He's just about to reach for his radio and yell at Chuck to find Rodney right now God dammit when the bathroom door slides open and Rodney waddles out, looking pale and drawn as he sinks down onto the mattress.
"Did I wake you?"
"Yes," John lies because it makes him feel better than to admit he had no clue Rodney had slipped away. "Are you okay?"
"It's ridiculous that such a short walk from here to the bathroom is enough to exhaust me," he says disgustedly, one hand drawing idle patterns on his belly. "I have no clue how I ever thought I'd make it down to the Mess."
"The Mess?"
John can see the flush covering Rodney's cheeks even in the darkened room.
"I was a little hungry," he says, chin tilting up as if daring John to tease.
John doesn't. While Rodney's always been a big eater and a little soft around the middle, he knows the new gain is a sore subject.
"What do you want?"
"Doesn't matter now," Rodney says morosely. "I'll never make it."
"Rodney," John says. "C'mon. I'll go grab something. Just tell me what you want."
Rodney perks up almost immediately. "Really? You will?" He asks, like they haven't had this conversation at least once a week for the last six months.
"Yes dear," John says and fights the urge to roll his eyes.
"In that case, I'll make a list."
John just sighs.
---
When he returns to their quarters, fully stacked tray balanced in his hands, he thinks the door open and slips into the room to find Rodney practically salivating.
"Took you long enough!" He barks, making 'gimme hands' at John.
"It took awhile to scrounge all this stuff up. You do realize they don't exactly have the Athosian wanna-be pizza with not-quite-anchovies just laying around, right? And it's not like there's a mini-mart down the street I can go to."
"Yes well..." Rodney trails off as John sets a tray on his lap. John can his stomach grumble in anticipation and he actually has to look away as Rodney shoves the first slice into his mouth. He's down for strange cravings, but while Earth-style anchovies are gross, these are at least ten times worse.
"Why can't you ever want anything that actually tastes good? You know, share the wealth?"
"I can't help that your unborn child has strange tastes," Rodney sniffs, licking his fingers clean. "I would be willing to share this, you know. If you want some."
John would rather eat his own arm.
"I think I'll pass. But thanks, buddy."
He settles in beside Rodney and waits. It doesn't take long for him to finish the pizza or the two chocolate pudding cups and when he's done, he hands the empty tray to John and settles back down against the pillows.
"Better?"
"Much," Rodney says, sighing contentedly. John sets the tray on the beside table and rolls over, dropping an arm around Rodney's expanding waist. Rodney practically purrs in response. "Mmm... thanks for taking care of me."
"Like I really have a choice," John snorts, but he leans over and kisses Rodney anyway."Get some sleep, McKay."
Rodney's already well on his way, so John buries his nose against Rodney's neck and closes his eyes, allowing the gentle kicking of their baby under his hand lull him to sleep.
Mother's Day [PG]
May. 8th, 2011 03:29 pmMother's Day: A McShep AU wherein Meredith has always been a girl and John is in love with her now more than ever. ~1500 words.
Author's Note: I've always been obsessed with the idea of always-a-girl Rodney being pregnant. That was always the endgame for my previous Meredith fics, but since they're on an indefinite hiatus, I figured what better day to write that than Mother's Day? This is an indulgent, sickly sweet (in my opinion) little fic. I'm actually a little embarrassed to have written it, but c'est la vie. Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers out there on my f-list. I don't know exactly how many of you there are, but yes. Hope your day is as wonderful as Meredith's is.
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It's going on zero nine hundred when John slides his palm over the control crystal outside of his quarters. The door slides open with a quiet swoosh and as soon as he steps inside, mindful of heavy footfalls that'll no doubt wake Meredith, the door closes and the lock snicks into place.
She's exactly where he left her almost an hour ago; curled up on the bed with one long leg thrown over the body pillow that had long ago taken over his duties as cuddle partner.
John hates that pillow and can't wait until the day he can burn it, but for now, it does the one thing John can't. It helps Meredith sleep.
The pregnancy has taken it's toll, John reflects. Her lashes flutter against the dark circles that have become permanent fixtures under eyes and even in sleep, her face is twisted down in a crooked frown that he longs to kiss away.
She stretches under his intense gaze and rolls over carefully onto her back, blinking owlishly at him in the mid-morning light streaming through the large windows. She's been sleeping later and later; John doesn't blame her.
"Hey, good morning," he greets.
"Time s'it?"
"Little after nine."
"Oh man," she sighs, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Why'd you let me sleep so late?"
"Thought you could use it," he says. He leans over and presses his lips to hers, savoring the feeling of the soft sigh before she kisses back. "Mandatory rest day," he reminds her. "You have nowhere you need to be today."
"I always have somewhere I need to be," she snorts. She struggles into a sitting position, frowning at the effort. "This is a little ridiculous now and I hold you fully responsible for my inability to even sit without breaking a sweat. I swear, once this little beast is out, I'm wrapping you from head to toe in saran wrap before you're allowed within a ten foot radius of me."
John, wisely, says nothing. Instead, reaches out and brushes a strand of hair back from her face, letting his fingers linger for just a moment. "How are you feeling today?"
"Fat and uncomfortable," she says. "Same as yesterday and the day before that." There's definitely a tone there, but after a minute, she softens. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to be so... so..." She shrugs, at a loss for words. "I'm just so tired. I feel like no matter how long I sleep, it's not enough and, and, and... I'm whining."
"You're allowed," he grins. "But I'll tell you what: why don't you hang out here a little longer? I'll slip down to the Mess, grab some breakfast and we'll spend the day doing absolutely nothing. How does that sound?"
"Like every other mandatory rest day," she says, but she's smiling now so John figures she doesn't mind after all. He doesn't remind her that it's not just any other mandatory rest day. Today's special.
He kisses her again and rests his hand against her swollen stomach, feeling the baby kick lightly against him. She hates to be touched now that her body is so heavy and foreign to her, but she doesn't swat his hand away. She accepts the gentle caress and settles for a half-hearted glare when he pulls away.
"I think you promised me breakfast," she says, eyeing the door meaningfully.
"Are you kicking me out?"
"Yes," she says. "Go. Shoo. Out. Don't come back without food. Can I make it any plainer?"
"Alright, alright," he concedes, holding his hand up in surrender. "I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere."
She throws the pillow of doom at him. "Har dee har har. As if I really have a choice."
John snickers and then wisely flees the room before she finds anything heavier to throw at him.
.::.
When John returns, tray of breakfast in one hand and a bouquet of rose-like flowers from the Botany department in the other, he's surprised to find the bed empty.
Setting the tray and flowers onto the desk, he starts toward the bathroom and palms the door open.
"Thought I told you to stay put," he says.
She glances at him through the mirror as she swipes a wet cloth over her face. "Unfortunately, nature called rather urgently and I had no choice but to answer. Again, completely your fault."
He slides his arms around her expanding waist and pulls her back against his chest, dropping a kiss to her unruly hair. "You're beautiful."
"I'm huge," she snorts in reply. "I haven't been able to see my feet for weeks."
"Gorgeous," he says. "Sexy, really."
"You're such a freak."
"Only when it comes to you," he grins. "Now, how about that breakfast?"
"Now you're talkin' sensibly. Lead the way."
He slides his hands down to her hips and squeezes gently before he pulls away and leads her out into the bedroom. She starts toward the couch, but he stops and steers her in the direction of the bed, snickering quietly at her loud groan.
"Now you're just being mean."
"How do you figure?"
"Because you know it takes me twenty minutes just to get out of the damn thing."
"All part of my master plan," John says. "Now relax, get comfortable and I'll see if I can't find us a movie we haven't watched eighty times."
"Good luck with that," Meredith says, sinking down onto the bed with a sigh. She leans forward and rubs at her lower back for a moment before she slides back, relaxing against the pillows.
John gives her a lot of credit. She's whiny under the best of circumstances and when he'd first found out she was pregnant, he feared for his sanity, but so far, she's handled it far better than he could have imagined.
Dropping the laptop onto the bed, John grabs the tray of food from the desk and carries it over. He lays it across her lap and drops a kiss to her lips before he hands her the flowers.
She eyes them skeptically for a moment before she stares up at him.
"What did you do?"
"What?"
"The last time I got flowers, you accidentally spilled the Athosian wine you were hoarding on my favorite laptop. What. Did. You. Do?"
"I didn't do anything," John says. "Don't you know what today is?"
"Sunday?"
"It's Mother's Day, Mer."
Her mouth turns down in a frown. "I'm not... why would you...?"
"Because you're the mother of my unborn child. I think that pretty much qualifies you for something," he says, sinking down on the edge of the bed beside her. He's horrified at the single tear that slides down her cheek. "Meredith."
"Shut up," she says, her voice suspiciously watery. "Just... shut up."
She's crying now and John feels like the world's biggest asshole. He's debating setting the flowers on fire when she drops them to the mattress beside her and wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him into an awkward hug.
"I wasn't... I didn't expect..." she's sniffling into his neck. "It's just so thoughtful and I... I wasn't expecting it."
Hormones, he thinks as he pats her back comfortingly. She's cried more these last thirty eight weeks than the entire six years he's known her.
When she pulls away, her eyes are red and watery, so she swipes a hand over her runny nose and picks up the flowers again. It's nothing special and he wishes he could have gotten her a real gift to show her just how much he loves her right now.
Especially now, when she's left feeling unattractive and disgusting even though he thinks she's never been more beautiful.
"I love you," he tells her, his hand finding her belly again as she slumps against him, head pillowed on his shoulder. "Both of you."
"You're like a bad chick flick right now," she says fondly, sniffling again. She falls silent, picking at the dry toast on the tray for a moment before she pulls away. "Thank you. For um... remembering and actually caring enough to, you know, remind me and do something special. It's still something I'll need to get used to, I suppose."
"You have plenty of time for that," he says, kissing the top of her head. "Now... I think I promised you a movie?"
"Mmm... I can think of something else I'd rather do," she purrs. John can't help but grin because this is definitely the biggest perk of the pregnancy, other than, you know, the actual baby. "If you're up to it, that is."
John is, but he's not so sure about Meredith. "You know what Keller said about doing that this far along."
"Mmmhmm. But the sooner he gets here, the sooner I can get rid of that stupid pillow."
John can't argue with that.
Author's Note: I've always been obsessed with the idea of always-a-girl Rodney being pregnant. That was always the endgame for my previous Meredith fics, but since they're on an indefinite hiatus, I figured what better day to write that than Mother's Day? This is an indulgent, sickly sweet (in my opinion) little fic. I'm actually a little embarrassed to have written it, but c'est la vie. Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers out there on my f-list. I don't know exactly how many of you there are, but yes. Hope your day is as wonderful as Meredith's is.
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It's going on zero nine hundred when John slides his palm over the control crystal outside of his quarters. The door slides open with a quiet swoosh and as soon as he steps inside, mindful of heavy footfalls that'll no doubt wake Meredith, the door closes and the lock snicks into place.
She's exactly where he left her almost an hour ago; curled up on the bed with one long leg thrown over the body pillow that had long ago taken over his duties as cuddle partner.
John hates that pillow and can't wait until the day he can burn it, but for now, it does the one thing John can't. It helps Meredith sleep.
The pregnancy has taken it's toll, John reflects. Her lashes flutter against the dark circles that have become permanent fixtures under eyes and even in sleep, her face is twisted down in a crooked frown that he longs to kiss away.
She stretches under his intense gaze and rolls over carefully onto her back, blinking owlishly at him in the mid-morning light streaming through the large windows. She's been sleeping later and later; John doesn't blame her.
"Hey, good morning," he greets.
"Time s'it?"
"Little after nine."
"Oh man," she sighs, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Why'd you let me sleep so late?"
"Thought you could use it," he says. He leans over and presses his lips to hers, savoring the feeling of the soft sigh before she kisses back. "Mandatory rest day," he reminds her. "You have nowhere you need to be today."
"I always have somewhere I need to be," she snorts. She struggles into a sitting position, frowning at the effort. "This is a little ridiculous now and I hold you fully responsible for my inability to even sit without breaking a sweat. I swear, once this little beast is out, I'm wrapping you from head to toe in saran wrap before you're allowed within a ten foot radius of me."
John, wisely, says nothing. Instead, reaches out and brushes a strand of hair back from her face, letting his fingers linger for just a moment. "How are you feeling today?"
"Fat and uncomfortable," she says. "Same as yesterday and the day before that." There's definitely a tone there, but after a minute, she softens. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to be so... so..." She shrugs, at a loss for words. "I'm just so tired. I feel like no matter how long I sleep, it's not enough and, and, and... I'm whining."
"You're allowed," he grins. "But I'll tell you what: why don't you hang out here a little longer? I'll slip down to the Mess, grab some breakfast and we'll spend the day doing absolutely nothing. How does that sound?"
"Like every other mandatory rest day," she says, but she's smiling now so John figures she doesn't mind after all. He doesn't remind her that it's not just any other mandatory rest day. Today's special.
He kisses her again and rests his hand against her swollen stomach, feeling the baby kick lightly against him. She hates to be touched now that her body is so heavy and foreign to her, but she doesn't swat his hand away. She accepts the gentle caress and settles for a half-hearted glare when he pulls away.
"I think you promised me breakfast," she says, eyeing the door meaningfully.
"Are you kicking me out?"
"Yes," she says. "Go. Shoo. Out. Don't come back without food. Can I make it any plainer?"
"Alright, alright," he concedes, holding his hand up in surrender. "I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere."
She throws the pillow of doom at him. "Har dee har har. As if I really have a choice."
John snickers and then wisely flees the room before she finds anything heavier to throw at him.
.::.
When John returns, tray of breakfast in one hand and a bouquet of rose-like flowers from the Botany department in the other, he's surprised to find the bed empty.
Setting the tray and flowers onto the desk, he starts toward the bathroom and palms the door open.
"Thought I told you to stay put," he says.
She glances at him through the mirror as she swipes a wet cloth over her face. "Unfortunately, nature called rather urgently and I had no choice but to answer. Again, completely your fault."
He slides his arms around her expanding waist and pulls her back against his chest, dropping a kiss to her unruly hair. "You're beautiful."
"I'm huge," she snorts in reply. "I haven't been able to see my feet for weeks."
"Gorgeous," he says. "Sexy, really."
"You're such a freak."
"Only when it comes to you," he grins. "Now, how about that breakfast?"
"Now you're talkin' sensibly. Lead the way."
He slides his hands down to her hips and squeezes gently before he pulls away and leads her out into the bedroom. She starts toward the couch, but he stops and steers her in the direction of the bed, snickering quietly at her loud groan.
"Now you're just being mean."
"How do you figure?"
"Because you know it takes me twenty minutes just to get out of the damn thing."
"All part of my master plan," John says. "Now relax, get comfortable and I'll see if I can't find us a movie we haven't watched eighty times."
"Good luck with that," Meredith says, sinking down onto the bed with a sigh. She leans forward and rubs at her lower back for a moment before she slides back, relaxing against the pillows.
John gives her a lot of credit. She's whiny under the best of circumstances and when he'd first found out she was pregnant, he feared for his sanity, but so far, she's handled it far better than he could have imagined.
Dropping the laptop onto the bed, John grabs the tray of food from the desk and carries it over. He lays it across her lap and drops a kiss to her lips before he hands her the flowers.
She eyes them skeptically for a moment before she stares up at him.
"What did you do?"
"What?"
"The last time I got flowers, you accidentally spilled the Athosian wine you were hoarding on my favorite laptop. What. Did. You. Do?"
"I didn't do anything," John says. "Don't you know what today is?"
"Sunday?"
"It's Mother's Day, Mer."
Her mouth turns down in a frown. "I'm not... why would you...?"
"Because you're the mother of my unborn child. I think that pretty much qualifies you for something," he says, sinking down on the edge of the bed beside her. He's horrified at the single tear that slides down her cheek. "Meredith."
"Shut up," she says, her voice suspiciously watery. "Just... shut up."
She's crying now and John feels like the world's biggest asshole. He's debating setting the flowers on fire when she drops them to the mattress beside her and wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him into an awkward hug.
"I wasn't... I didn't expect..." she's sniffling into his neck. "It's just so thoughtful and I... I wasn't expecting it."
Hormones, he thinks as he pats her back comfortingly. She's cried more these last thirty eight weeks than the entire six years he's known her.
When she pulls away, her eyes are red and watery, so she swipes a hand over her runny nose and picks up the flowers again. It's nothing special and he wishes he could have gotten her a real gift to show her just how much he loves her right now.
Especially now, when she's left feeling unattractive and disgusting even though he thinks she's never been more beautiful.
"I love you," he tells her, his hand finding her belly again as she slumps against him, head pillowed on his shoulder. "Both of you."
"You're like a bad chick flick right now," she says fondly, sniffling again. She falls silent, picking at the dry toast on the tray for a moment before she pulls away. "Thank you. For um... remembering and actually caring enough to, you know, remind me and do something special. It's still something I'll need to get used to, I suppose."
"You have plenty of time for that," he says, kissing the top of her head. "Now... I think I promised you a movie?"
"Mmm... I can think of something else I'd rather do," she purrs. John can't help but grin because this is definitely the biggest perk of the pregnancy, other than, you know, the actual baby. "If you're up to it, that is."
John is, but he's not so sure about Meredith. "You know what Keller said about doing that this far along."
"Mmmhmm. But the sooner he gets here, the sooner I can get rid of that stupid pillow."
John can't argue with that.
Sunday Afternoon (NC-17)
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I know a lot of LJ fans have been migrating over to Dreamwidth as of late. I gave it a shot once before and didn't really care for it, but with the recent problems LJ has been having, I thought I would give it another try.
Anyway, I'll be posting some stories here later so... yes.
Anyway, I'll be posting some stories here later so... yes.
