Timourous {Ky and Nolan}

Mentioning having pain in my dream that seemed so real has Matthew's hand running over my midsection. His fingers gliding across my stomach as if to sooth my fears about that sword that was rammed through my stomach. I can't explain it but as he states, that sometimes our imaginations can be that strong so that I imagined the pain that was obviously false. I give him a nod though, telling him that I'm fine. As long as he's with me, I think I'll be able to overcome these dreams and the only reason, I deduce, is because he wasn't around when I went into that subconscious mindset.

"How much of the dream was real?" He questions me. I replay the moments in my head.

"All of it? Except the sword through my stomach. It was like I walked back in time and was reliving it all again. I do remember during the sparring match, he did try to kiss me, although he made it seem as if it was a whisper into my ear. No one ever noticed that day." I sigh heavily and listen as Matthew gives me a bit of advice. I nod. I listen and take it into my mind and replay what he's saying. He's dead. He's dead and he'll never bother me again. Stay out of my dreams...

"Still hurts, no dizziness. I"m tired. How about we sleep together now?" Matthew tells me what I want to know about his hand and head. I'm glad that his hand isn't as bad off as it could be but it sounds like it hurts to have the bone popped back into place. As he asks if we can sleep together, I simply nod.

"We already are." I whisper out and lay there for a few minutes, trying to get my mind settled enough to do just that, but I feel Matthew sleeping long before I do. I turn slightly and stretch to touch my lips against his cheek and then snuggle up into him, closing my eyes and soon my breaths come easy to me now. The comfort that Matthew gives me is enough that I feel as if I'm a child covered with some magical blanket where no boogeyman can get them. He is everything I need and even more so when my mind drifts off to the sound of the heartmonitor that Mira is letting me hear.

Morning comes all too quickly after several nurses visits during the night. Checks on temperatures and blood pressures seem like a normal and routine thing for them, where my night gets interrupted. The moment the door creaks open again, I'm wide awake only to have the nurse bring in a trey of food, and brings something for Matthew as well.

"It's time to wake up, breakfast is here and the doctor will be here shortly." I shake Matthew awake, and after a few groggy moments, he gets up and moves to the chair while we eat the breakfast that's been given to us.

"I much prefer the breakfast as opposed to the dinner last night." I state and scarf down the food, hunger being satiated for once without question.

"I can't wait to go home... Kyanite. Do you want to come to my place?" I look at him for a moment but it doesn't don on me until his next words why he would suggest that I go to his home instead of my own. Wouldn't it be easier to go where I'm comfortable? "you can stay thereuntil me and your brother have cleaned up the mess."

The fork stops in mid scoop. That's right... the mess. The blood on the walls; the floor. Brooklyn's room and Mira's room door is completely busted up with the bulletholes through it. Slowly, I put the fork down and lay back against the bed and just stare at Matthew. "Yeah. I.. I think that would be best. I could help though... if you want me to?" I question. It is my house. It is the house I was raised in since I was born. Having someone else do something that should be mine own to do seems weird, even if it is just Matthew.

I pick up the fork again, and slowly finish off the last of it as the doctor arrives, greeting us both. "How you feeling today, son? They didn't admit you?" He questions as he turns to me and pulls up a chair. "Ms. Ruze, everything seems to be normal for you. All your labs came back fine. The baby seems to be responding normal. Aside from your fainting spell, I don't see any reason to cause alarm or to keep you here any longer. Though, I will ask your husband to make sure that you stay off your feet for a day or two. No added stresses. I'm not going to say that I'm putting you on bedrest, but it would probably be best. After a few days, you're more then welcome to integrate into some of your normal activities." He turns to look at Matthew for a moment. "If she has another episode, just make sure to get her to lay down and rest for a while. There's no reason to cause alarm. Plenty of fluids, Ms. Ruze."

Freedom! Clearance from this hell of laying in the hospital and eating their regulated healthy meals. I'm more than excited when the doctor gives Matthew the all clear to take me home and I'm glad he's going to be well enough to do that as well. The only thing I've got to look forward to, is bedrest and as Matthew stated, it's his baby that I'm carrying and as long as that's true, I need to be listening to him as well and do what he says to make sure Mira is well taken care of. I shrug to that and give him a grin.

"As you wish, sir." I raise an eyebrow at him in a cocky tone.

Needles out

Fetal heart monitor off.

Sounds of our little Sprout are gone and for the first time, the silence is eery. I don't like not being able to hear her after so long, but it's a small price to pay when I don't have to worry about her health anymore and I get to go home to rest. It's a wonderful thing to have though I won't be going home any time soon. The memories of yesterday will forever be present and no amount of cleaning will be enough. I know when I look at those walls or go to open Mira's bedroom door, then I'll see what it was. The bullet holes in the door. The blood on the walls. I'll always see it and realize just how close I came to dying that day. How close Brody is hanging on to life and the same with Vy.

An arm is offered to me and the nurse is right there beside me as well to assist me to a standing position and watching for any signs of paleing since I had the audacity to faint on them last night.

"Are you doing well, Miss Ruze?" Her voice questions me and her grip on my arm is lingering for as long as she thinks I won't be until I give her a grin.

"I'm good. Thank you." I tell her and she walks out as Matthew and I are left to our own devices.

"I'm thankful we got away the way we did." I lean my head over on his shoulder, and nod. My one hand stays glued to my stomach as we take our leave from the hospital.

"Matthew?" My voice breaks the silence as we walk. "Does your dad even know... about what happened? That we're going over there? Is he going to be upset with me?" I don't know why those questions come out, but at this point, I wouldn't hold it against anyone to be upset about the whole ordeal. This is his grandchild I'm carrying and he already thinks that I'm bad for Matthew. Our relationship isn't exactly perfect. I can only imagine that he'd think of me as some wreckless teenager who is endangering another life.

Questions come out for my boyfriend to answer. Just things to answer that I'm not sure that his father knows about. The only satisfaction I get is knowing that his father won't even be home for a few days. That's a plus because that's the last thing I want is to start answering questions for my boyfriend's dad and on such a subject that neither Matthew, nor myself want to talk about. The moment I walk into his house, I smell the stale air. I see the unused house and wonder where he would be at when something so traumatic happened to his son. I don't question it as Matthew offers up the couch to lay on while he goes to get a shower.

"I'll just relax for a while." I tell him, until he puts his hands on my arm and ask me if I'm okay. For the first time in days, I feel relieved. I feel safe. A little worse for wear, but that's to be expected, actually.

"Welcome home... for now." I look at him and give him a pleasant smile as he goes off and jumps in the shower. I'm alone for a few moments. I look to the couch hard and settle on sitting outside the bathroom door waiting on Matthew until he finishes.

A couple days pass and with each passing day, I feel restless sitting in Matthew's home. He's gone, yet again, with my brother fixing up my house. Cleaning up the mess that was left by that demented man. It's quiet though in the house. Something I've not had in quite a while. It's enough to catch up on some needed sleep while my precious little bundle is protected from the world.

"Matthew, hurry and come back." I say to the quiet house just to break the silence that rings ever so loud. My fingers run against the wall of his bedroom as I lay down on his bed, curling up to his pillow and letting my eyes roam over his room again. Slowly, I doze off again, sniffing the scent on his pillow left behind by his shampoo that he used just last night. A smile appearing on my lips as a pleasant dream comes about, thrusting me into a world of a baby's cry and snuggling.

The snuggling of a wee one doesn't last long at all. Instead, it's suddenly gone the moment I feel the presence of someone in the room and just like that arms wrap around me quickly. A quick moment only makes me realize it's wet and the smell of the man wrapping his arms around me isn't exactly like the shampoo on his pillow. "Ewww! Matthew!" I complain when he tries to wake me up, saying that I shouldn't be in bed and was suppose to be cooking him some food or something. Makes me wonder what the special occasion is for him to be this excited. I shake my head, grinning heavily as he lifts his arm and sticks it closer to my nose and I snarl quickly, pushing him away playfully.

"Matthew! Take a bath, please! You are all sweaty!" I push my voice out and snarl my nose at him, pretending to be discussed. "No, it doesn't turn me on. Smelling good, turns me on." His lips crash onto my own and I give it to him fully. Passion and everything seems to be igniting all of a sudden for us as his personality rubs off on me immediately.

"It's almost done. Looks a lot better already... but I think you NEED to stay here a little longer. In fact, right here!" He points to the bed and I tilt my head to the side as he starts pushing my shirt up a little. A little self conscious, I almost want to keep the shirt hiding the growing stomach but he pushes it up and I don't even try to hide what we've done. His hand touches my skin, eliciting these goosebumps to prickle my skin.

"Oh, look at that belly... and what do we have here? Are they getting bigger?" I shake my head at him as he gives me this cheesy smirk. I didn't realize the change until he mentioned it but they must be growing for the nurishment of our child coming in the future. Though, he looks pleased and a bit overly excited to have his fingers near my possessions.

"Thanks for bringing it to my attention that I'm getting bigger..." I grin and bring my hands up to his face to draw him closer to kiss my lips again and turn on my side to keep him from pushing on my midsection. My hand moves around to his back. "Hmm, this is a nice wake up call. Glad to hear the house is coming together sooner. Wish you'd let me help though? I'm not helpless and I've done nothing but rest for days."

I roll back over and slowly pull him with me, to get him closer to me. "We should take a shower first... and get you smelling good. You can help me wash my back... I can wash yours?" I let out playfully as I tug on his shirt and pull it over his head, getting rid of the sweat soaked shirt. "You'll be more appetizing to kiss when you are all clean. Then, I'll make you some food."

After a brief FADE TO BLACK

While I sit outside on the toilet lid and let the cool air from the open window brush over my back and into my lungs Kyanite enjoys a few more moments alone under the water. Maybe she’s enjoying the aftermath. My condition has improved but is still bothering me in certain situations like physical strain or humid, hot air. Now I had both.

Once she comes outside and hears my joke about twins she slaps me on the shoulder.
"If I have twins... you have to do all night time diaper changes..."
That’s something I’m not looking forward to.
“No, thanks. I’ve got a poo aversion.” I try to talk my way out of it.
”I can let them suck on my nipples.” What a crazy idea. Makes for a good joke though.

When she sits on my lap in the nude and wraps the towel around both of us I’m almost ready for round two but then she kisses me on the nose and gets up to go to my bedroom.
"I'm getting cold. You can stay here and enjoy the outside air, but I need heat.

I sit there and watch her hips sway under the towel trying to sneak a peak underneath while I lick my lips.

Then I grab my own towel, rub it over my growing hair and beard and then my damp skin before I drop it onto the ground to follow her to the bedroom.
From my drawer I grab some underwear and a white t-shirt.
My hand finds her shoulder almost instinctively as I wrap myself around her from behind and kiss her cheek.My palm comes to rest on her stomach when I feel a strange, brief sensation.
“Hey.” I come to her front and pressboth of my hands against her belly. Did I just feel the baby move?
Eager to feel whatever it was again I get down on my knees and keep my hands where they are.
“Was that…? Can you feel her?”

She's not felt this before? I'm stunned because I figured if that's really our daughter I felt for a second under my hand she would have felt her many times before- at night in her bed, alone under the shower, sitting at the dinner table.
But she seems just as stunned as I am and places her slender fingers between mine. I link my pinky with hers. "You felt that, too? I thought it was just me."

There it is again making not only me smile but her face just lights up.
"Mira...That was amazing... aww.."
"Mira." I repeat her name as the corners of my lips curl up higher.
"She's okay. Matthew... she's okay."
I sit down next to her in myboxers and t-shirt and protectively drape the cover of my bed over her shoulders.
"Of course she is." My hand rubs her back and I massages a little.
"As long as she's inside ofyou...how many months to go?"

I let my fingers interlinger with her and lean my head on her shoulder.
"It's all going to be good now, babe. No need to worry anymore. Nobody is going to harm you anymore. I'll make sure of that."
With her father gone, me out of the pk academy and most of all Jins out of the picture nobody will be doing her any harm.
For a moment the thought of Jins hits me like a ton of bricks as I stare ahead but I distract myself by placing my hand on her midsection again. It's still purple and very swollen but nothing compared to what our friends are going through right now. All I can hope is that neither Vy nor Brody will become Jins victim.

A sigh escapes her lips and I'm not sure whether it's a troubled or a happy one. I'm hoping happy because we're in dire need of that.
Looking down at my hand on her swollen abdomen I know that it's not going to be that much longer until my hand will be holding that tiny baby instead. It's a crazy but beautiful thought. Considering how rough my skin is, with small scrapes and scratches from cleaning and bruises from fighting I feel unworthy of holding such an innocent new being. She needs a much softer touch than mine. All i can do is make sure I'm on my best behavior when she comes around.

"3 more months? This is so real." Kyanite breaks my thoughts and I look at her. Has it really already been half a year since our wild romp in the shed...if that's where she was conceived. It might have been one of the other occassions we couldn't keep our fingers off each other.
"Wow. Three months only." I raise my brows and resist the urge to run my fingers over my face or through my damp hair, which I usually do when I get a little desperate.

Ky basically ignores me and gives me a kiss on the lips before she gets up and totally distracts me with her half naked body. My eyes are glued to her slender back for a moment before she covers it with one of my shirts.

Then I return to the topic we had before and ignore her question about the rest of the day.
"Should we start buying things? Prepare something...read up on babies or something? Do you know what to do during the birth?" The question sounds stupid coming out of my mouth because I know next to nothing about babies but I should get prepared.
I make a mental note to borrow a book from the library to spare me some of the embarassment of asing stupid questions.

I let my body drop back onto the bed looking up at the ceiling. There's one big question that we never talked about: Will we live together to raise our daughter? Will she set up tent here or me at her place? Will that work?

"Kyanite?" I reach out my hand to pull her onto the bed next to me but when she's actually near I don't have the gutts to ask that question so instead I spell out our day for her.
"Well, I figured after a long and nice massage we'd go for round two and then have dinner at a nice little restaurant in town."