You're Going to be the Best Dad [closed]

[ccecilia]

If she had done the math properly, counting back to the moment when this might have all started, it was Valentine's Day. It was a bloody stupid day, one fixated on commercial obsessions with love and lust and it was hardly a blip on Cecilia's radar. But then, George was standing there at her door with that look on his face, that grin tugging at his

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[george_goesboom]

It had yet to get any easier to see her walk in like this, chained up and flanked by gruff guards and looking more and more strained and weary every time. The more he kept finding himself waiting for her in that room, the more impossible it became to keep hoping that this was some extended nightmare from which he would still wake up.

As he had every other time, he had to steel himself against the urge to reach out to her and pull her in against him, the effort it took him not to bordering on physically painful

[ccecilia]

For the first time since she had been here, the nod of her head was sincere. Her blond waves fell haphazardly around her shoulders as she blinked back the growing tears clouding her vision. It didn't matter to her in that moment where they were- what the situation really was (that she was locked up with no real understanding of when she was getting out). All that mattered to her in that moment was the photo she had tucked away in her pocket, the little growing form in her belly and the fact that she was having a baby with George

[george_goesboom]

George hadn't realized he had been sliding to the very edge of his seat, that hesitant weight of 'I have something to tell you' all too obvious from the moment Cecilia had walked in, until he was very nearly falling off of it, catching himself along with his breath as that innocent little piece of paper was slid across the table in front of him.

Pregnant-

He heard the word all too clearly, yet somewhere in his muddled mind things suddenly seemed to stopped connecting. His heart skipped a beat before picking up again more quickly and loudly and intensely, and that twist at the pit of his stomach that had become the norm since hearing of Cecilia's arrest tightened and shifted, and a wave of something that could have been either nausea or soul-warming glee spread throughout his chest, and yet it took a few moments, a few deep breaths, for the why of it to actually slip into place in his mind

[ccecilia]

She nodded her head again, her lips pressed together to prevent them from quivering any further, her hands shaking as she set them on the table, close enough so that while maybe their skin wasn't in contact, maybe she could still feel his warmth. She missed that, the way he felt, the way he touched her- even the slightest touch enough to make her feel safe and free.

She wasn't granted that here.

"I'm a little more than two months, it's not early enough to actually tell anything other than its healthy and breathing, you know-" she told him, voice hoarse, quiet, Cecilia's brow furrowing as she spoke. She paused, realizing she was rambling.

A slight laugh passed through her lips, the absurdity of the whole situation making her head spin.

"I'm sorry-" she said, shaking her head.

She brought her hands to her face, rubbing at her eyes roughly.