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I've been working on another fic that kind of stems from the last one I wrote.
Sunlight filtered through the bedroom window causing Dawson to stir. He turned over to watch his wife, Joey, sleeping soundly. Her long brown hair was scattered across not only her pillow, but also his. He picked up a strand of her hair and lightly drug it across her cheek. He smiled softly as her nose began to twitch and she slowly opened her green eyes. She smiled at him shyly and softly whispered, “Good morning.” His smile broadened as he repeated her sentiment. He reached out and touched her swelled stomach in wonder. It never ceased to amaze him that any day now they would no longer just be Dawson and Joey. “How are you feeling?” He asked suddenly, letting his hand rest on her stomach. He felt the baby kick up at his hand. He gazed down in wonderment; after a few moments he lifted his eyes to hers.
“The usual-fat, uncomfortable, and hot.” She replied honestly. Dawson was definitely enjoying this pregnancy more than she was. The past month had been nearly unbearable. She was constantly running to the bathroom and no matter what she did she could never find a comfortable position. She went from a frustrated pregnant woman one second to one that couldn’t stop crying the next. Suffice it to say, she was more than ready to have the baby.
Dawson chuckled and moved his hand to her face, leaning down to kiss her tenderly. “I don’t think you’re fat, just voluptuous.” He joked which only earned him a jab in the ribs. She was in no mood for joking; she felt like she was going to burst at any moment. In her logical mind she knew that Dawson was trying to get her mind off the discomfort, but at the moment she really didn’t care. He had been supportive and attentive during the whole pregnancy, but sometimes she wanted to throw him out the nearest window. “Hey,” he laughed, “you know I love you so I’m bias.”
She softened automatically; no matter how many times he said it, she still melted every time she heard the words. She gave him a lingering kiss before saying, “I love you too.” She paused, “I’ll just be glad when this is over.”
“And then we’ll be parents, Jo.” He whispered in a voice full of wonder. He looked at Joey and everything he was feeling was reflected in her eyes. Fear, wonder, uncertainty. “It’s going to be an amazing adventure.” He gave her a slow smile.
“Full of pot holes.” She said wryly.
“Always the cynic.” He chuckled.
“Forever the romantic dreamer.” She gave him a toothy grin.
“And yet it works.”
“What does?” She raised her eyebrow.
“Us.” He said simply.
Tears filled her eyes and she swiped at them, “Gotta love the hormones.” She laughed before looking at him seriously, “Dawson….could we just….lie her for a while. I’m not ready to get up.” He nodded and climbed over her so he could lie behind her. He wrapped his arms around her protruding stomach loosely. She rested her hands on his and closed her eyes; the only sound was the beating of their hearts.
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Dawson had left the apartment hours ago to work on the set of a movie, but Joey still hadn’t changed out of her pajamas. She was too tired to bother with it anymore. She yawned and snuggled even deeper beneath the blankets. She buried her nose in his pillow and breathed his scent deep into her lungs. She closed her eyes as the smell of pine and sandalwood enveloped her in a warm cocoon. She sighed contentedly and curled her feet up. She enjoyed their mornings together….
But what’s going to happen when it’s not just the two of us? She thought worriedly. What kind of mother will I be? Will I mess my child up? Am I just like my father? Will Dawson fall out of love with me? Will I hurt him the way my father hurt my mother? Will I drive him away? Will my child hate me? Will parenthood change everything?
There were so many questions, but it seemed there were no answers. She had no doubts that Dawson would be a wonderful father. She remembered the day Lily was born; he had been just as worried, nervous, and excited as Mitch. He had held Lily with gentle hands and the smile that had filled his face was full of wonder and love. The same smile he had worn only a few hours before.
Why couldn’t she be as sure about this as he was? She was ready to have the baby, but she was far from being ready to be a mother. She had wanted to talk to Dawson about this for months, but something had always stopped her. Fear that he would realize that she was too damaged to be the mother of his child. It was an unrealistic and childish fear, but it was still there.
She sighed deeply and chewed on her bottom lip worriedly. After a few moments she hesitantly touched her stomach and felt the baby kick. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks. She wasn’t sure what kind of mother she’d be, but she was already in love with the child growing in her womb. The love she felt only increased the fear that gnawed at her heart.
Sunlight filtered through the bedroom window causing Dawson to stir. He turned over to watch his wife, Joey, sleeping soundly. Her long brown hair was scattered across not only her pillow, but also his. He picked up a strand of her hair and lightly drug it across her cheek. He smiled softly as her nose began to twitch and she slowly opened her green eyes. She smiled at him shyly and softly whispered, “Good morning.” His smile broadened as he repeated her sentiment. He reached out and touched her swelled stomach in wonder. It never ceased to amaze him that any day now they would no longer just be Dawson and Joey. “How are you feeling?” He asked suddenly, letting his hand rest on her stomach. He felt the baby kick up at his hand. He gazed down in wonderment; after a few moments he lifted his eyes to hers.
“The usual-fat, uncomfortable, and hot.” She replied honestly. Dawson was definitely enjoying this pregnancy more than she was. The past month had been nearly unbearable. She was constantly running to the bathroom and no matter what she did she could never find a comfortable position. She went from a frustrated pregnant woman one second to one that couldn’t stop crying the next. Suffice it to say, she was more than ready to have the baby.
Dawson chuckled and moved his hand to her face, leaning down to kiss her tenderly. “I don’t think you’re fat, just voluptuous.” He joked which only earned him a jab in the ribs. She was in no mood for joking; she felt like she was going to burst at any moment. In her logical mind she knew that Dawson was trying to get her mind off the discomfort, but at the moment she really didn’t care. He had been supportive and attentive during the whole pregnancy, but sometimes she wanted to throw him out the nearest window. “Hey,” he laughed, “you know I love you so I’m bias.”
She softened automatically; no matter how many times he said it, she still melted every time she heard the words. She gave him a lingering kiss before saying, “I love you too.” She paused, “I’ll just be glad when this is over.”
“And then we’ll be parents, Jo.” He whispered in a voice full of wonder. He looked at Joey and everything he was feeling was reflected in her eyes. Fear, wonder, uncertainty. “It’s going to be an amazing adventure.” He gave her a slow smile.
“Full of pot holes.” She said wryly.
“Always the cynic.” He chuckled.
“Forever the romantic dreamer.” She gave him a toothy grin.
“And yet it works.”
“What does?” She raised her eyebrow.
“Us.” He said simply.
Tears filled her eyes and she swiped at them, “Gotta love the hormones.” She laughed before looking at him seriously, “Dawson….could we just….lie her for a while. I’m not ready to get up.” He nodded and climbed over her so he could lie behind her. He wrapped his arms around her protruding stomach loosely. She rested her hands on his and closed her eyes; the only sound was the beating of their hearts.
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Dawson had left the apartment hours ago to work on the set of a movie, but Joey still hadn’t changed out of her pajamas. She was too tired to bother with it anymore. She yawned and snuggled even deeper beneath the blankets. She buried her nose in his pillow and breathed his scent deep into her lungs. She closed her eyes as the smell of pine and sandalwood enveloped her in a warm cocoon. She sighed contentedly and curled her feet up. She enjoyed their mornings together….
But what’s going to happen when it’s not just the two of us? She thought worriedly. What kind of mother will I be? Will I mess my child up? Am I just like my father? Will Dawson fall out of love with me? Will I hurt him the way my father hurt my mother? Will I drive him away? Will my child hate me? Will parenthood change everything?
There were so many questions, but it seemed there were no answers. She had no doubts that Dawson would be a wonderful father. She remembered the day Lily was born; he had been just as worried, nervous, and excited as Mitch. He had held Lily with gentle hands and the smile that had filled his face was full of wonder and love. The same smile he had worn only a few hours before.
Why couldn’t she be as sure about this as he was? She was ready to have the baby, but she was far from being ready to be a mother. She had wanted to talk to Dawson about this for months, but something had always stopped her. Fear that he would realize that she was too damaged to be the mother of his child. It was an unrealistic and childish fear, but it was still there.
She sighed deeply and chewed on her bottom lip worriedly. After a few moments she hesitantly touched her stomach and felt the baby kick. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks. She wasn’t sure what kind of mother she’d be, but she was already in love with the child growing in her womb. The love she felt only increased the fear that gnawed at her heart.