A Better Day (3/3) - Jayma Mays/Matthew Morrison
Title: A Better Day (3/3)
Author: emmaschuester
Pairing: Jayma Mays/Matthew Morrison
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Harmless fun, no offence intended. Pure work of fiction.
Spoilers: None.
Author's Notes: Another peek in the future, set about a year after the end of Like A Virgin. Multi-chapter.
Five months
"Come on! You've been bugging me for days. Time to tell me your picks." She poked his ribs as they were sitting at a table in their favorite LA restaurant, a surprisingly warm mid-February breeze coming through the windows.
He looked lost in focus for a moment, and then sighed. "I don't know. It's not easy. I mean, do we want long or short names? Ones with some meaning or just ones we like?" He rested his chin on his fist. "It's not easy." His hand drifted on her five-months belly. "I don't want them to hate me forever."
She caressed his cheek. "Sweetie, I think we have a good 14 years before they start hating us," she giggled. "Hey. This shouldn't be a stressful moment. We have almost four months to go. I'm sure we'll find names in time, okay?"
He took her hand across the table, the candlelight flickering across her face, hair and shoulders, left bare by her dark blue dress. "You're breathtakingly beautiful, you know?"
She tangled their fingers and looked down for a second, blushing. "I don't know. I feel fatter every morning. But thank you."
"Wrong. You're more beautiful every morning. You're glowing. And you look happier than I've ever seen you."
"That's because I am." She raised her glass filled with non-alcoholic champagne and hinted at him to do the same. "Last Valentine's Day when it's just the two of us..."
He chuckled. "Next year it'll be a bit noisier for sure." they clinked their glasses. "Happy Valentine's Day, my love."
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Six months
"...Dammit!!" He winced and sucked his right index finger in his mouth, eyes watering from the sharp pain inflicted on his digit by the plastic of one the mobiles he was trying to build above one of the cribs closing on it.
"What's going on here?" She repressed a giggle as she entered the room to the sight of her husband whining in pain.
"This fucking thing snapped close on my finger!! Hurts so bad!"
She took his hand and surveyed the swollen, purple finger. "Aw, poor baby. Come on." Turning, she dragged him out of the room and down the stairs.
"What are you doing?"
She sat him down on a stool at the kitchen island, and got an ice-pack out of the freezer. "Here. Keep this on your hand for a little while." She stepped closer, and he let his thighs fell open to welcome her in between them, as close as her stomach would allow her. "Does it hurt a lot?"
He pouted and nodded, eyes downcast, and she wondered if the little boy and girl she'd get to meet in about three months would have the same heartbreakingly sad green eyes and defeated expression when facing a bad moment. She cupped his face in her hands. "How about we ask your dad for help tomorrow night?"
He looked up for a second, and nodded, his shoulders slumped. "Okay." His voice was small, and her heart wrenched a little.
"Hey. Look at me." She gently tilted his chin up. "So you're not the handiest man in the world. It's no biggie. Any more hidden talents and you'd be the decuple threat."
He chuckled for a second, but then released a sigh. "I know it's no biggie. But I want to be that dad... the one who builds a treehouse, you know. And fixes bikes and stuff."
She leaned closer, craning her neck, and kissed him softly. "You're gonna be so much more than that... You'll be the dad who sings them to sleep, and shows them the beauty of music and arts... You'll teach them how to dream big and believe in themselves." She grinned. "I'm sure your dad can show you how to build a treehouse in the next few years. But I wouldn't be worried. You're going to be the most amazing dad that's ever existed."
He looked at her for a long moment, his eyes misty, his sore finger forgotten, and then laid his lips on her forehead, nose, and lips, lightly, as his good hand stroked her belly.
"Thank you."
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Seven months
She looked down at the lists in front of them, all scribbled and canceled. "We can always call them 'baby boy Morrison' and 'baby girl Morrison', I guess."
He laughed. "Ha! Nice idea. I thought we had vetoed weird names. Fruit and such."
"So Pumpkin and Ladybug are out of the question too, I guess," she countered, poking his ribs jokingly.
"If our baby girl has red hair, she's gonna be my Ladybug, whether you like it or not." He stuck out his tongue, and grabbed another spoonful of the cookie dough ice-cream that had become her latest craving.
She giggled. "Hey, how about this. I pick the girl's first name and you the middle, and viceversa for the boy."
He raised an eyebrow. "Solomonic, I see. Fine. But we still have vetoing powers."
"You know, I was really kidding when I suggested William Finn Kurt."
"Yes, but I'm not taking any chances, Mrs Morrison." He leant closer and kissed her deeply, his hands running up and down her sides.
She blushed, and moved to peck his neck. "Okay. You first."
He took a breath. "Honestly, there's only one name that's been twirling in my head ever since we were told one is a boy." His grin was huge as he looked over at her. "Thomas. My dad's just... He's my role model, and has always been my hero." His eyes were a bit wet as he added, "If you don't like it or think your dad would be disappointed it's ok, but if it sounds good to you, I'd really like it."
She stared at him for a moment, wondering how she'd been so lucky to end up with such a sweet guy. "I love it." She kissed his cheek. "Why didn't you ever mention this before?"
"I don't know. I think I was worried your dad would be mad or something."
"Well I have middle name privileges, I think I'll go with James. I'm sure he'll appreciate it."
"Thomas James Morrison." He grinned.
"Thomas James Morrison. Classic. Sounds great."
"Ok!" He excitedly clapped his hands. "We're on a roll here! Girl time!" He kissed her belly on the right, where the girl was supposed to be according to the most recent ultrasound. "What's your name, pretty girl?"
She smiled down at him, and ran a hand through his curls. "Eleanor."
"Eleanor. Ellie. Is that your name, sweetie?" He was whispering quietly, running a finger up and down her bump, and she shivered pleasurably. "That's your grandma's name, right?"
She nodded. "My mom's name is out of the question, we can't call her Annie considering there's a good chance she'll have red hair." He chuckled. "But I'd love it to be Ellie, if you're ok with it."
He smiled, and nodded. "I love it. And considering you won't allow me to call her Emma," she playfully rolled her eyes, as the name had been discussed more than once and she had always voted firmly against it, "I think I'll go with my second chance for a middle name. Grace. Eleanor Grace."
She smiled, tears streaming on her cheeks. "I love it."
He rubbed her belly under his palm, and crouched down at their babies' level. "Hello, Tommy and Ellie. We're gonna love you both so much."
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Seven and a half months
She rolled on her left side, and reached over to caress his head, his asleep naked form completely relaxed, an arm lazily thrown across her midsection. She got as close as she could, and nibbled his ear and kissed his neck until he stirred a little, and squinted an eye open.
"Mmmmh... baby..."
She didn't reply, but just smiled on his skin, and proceded to move up to his chin, sucking on his dimple.
"Someone can't quite sleep, I see..." He rolled on his side, and pulled her closer. "Hi."
"Hi." It had just been a couple of hours, but she literally couldn't get enough of him, ever since she entered the second trimester. Be it pregnancy hormones or just the attempt to have as much alone time as possible as long as they could, their sex life had never been more alive, even with the obstacle of her now huge belly.
Her hand ran down on his chest and abdomen, and reached his groin. "I see I'm not the only one who can't sleep..." she mumbled against his chest as she grabbed his almost fully erect member, and he hissed in pleasure.
"Jay... God. Hey." He stilled her hand, and brought it up to his chest. "Slow down, sweetie... we've done hard and rough earlier." He pulled her closer and kissed her. "Let's take this slow now..." He massaged her lips with his own, his hands roaming up her sides, along her collarbone, over her breasts, down to her swollen belly, their tongues tangled together, her hands buried in his curls.
He bowed his head to latch his mouth to a nipple, her breasts much larger than either was used to, her nipples more sensitive than she could ever remember, and he knew that, and so he was gentle, his tongue ghosting on the darker skin, his hot breath and soft lips making her shiver.
He took his time with each breast in turn, as she writhed and moaned beside him, and then gestured at her to roll on her back, and he moved lower, laying a single wet kiss on her belly, and then even lower, and placed a few light kisses on her thighs, running his hands back and forth on her legs. "How can you do this, hm?" He kissed her left shin. "How can you be more than seven months pregnant and still have these legs? These damn long, slim, sexy legs?" He punctuated every word with a kiss or a nibble, until she was trembling in anticipation, her heart beating madly against her eardrums, and then he was in between her legs, randomly alternating soft kisses to firm sucking to sudden nibbles, in a pattern that alone was enough to make her shiver and come for a first time in his mouth, as he grinned against her slick skin and finally released her, moving up her body.
He positioned her on her right side, and spooned her, his arms closing around her middle, a hand rubbing a nipple between his thumb and index finger, and she could feel his hardness pressing against her, and she pushed back against him, her sweaty back against his fuzzy chest, her hand bringing his head on her neck, until he entered her with a single smooth thrust, and they moved in unison, clinging to each other, one of his hands moving from her breasts to her belly, down to her clit, pressing and rubbing it, his other hand moving some locks of red hair behind her ear, his mouth laying against her earshell, whispering sweet promises and words of adoration, until she clasped his arms in her hands and they came together, in a tangle of limbs and sheets and love.
"I don't know about you..." he panted in her ear, "but I'm really digging these pregnancy hormones."
She giggled, and kissed the palm of his hand. "Yeah. This is something I don't really mind. Now, if they got me thin instead of air-balloon sized..."
"Nonsense. You're having our two wonderful babies. You're the most beautiful sight I've ever laid my eyes on." He kissed her neck and earlobe to make his point stick.
"I just hope we can keep doing this for a while longer."
He corked an eyebrow. "Oh, sweetie. We've had sex in places I didn't know we could even fit in. I'm pretty sure we'll find a way."
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May 30, 2013
He tiptoed in the room, colorful balloons and flowers in his hands, and walked to the window, the golden afternoon light pouring in through the half-closed blinds.
"Hey." Her voice was soft, and a bit tired, but so happy.
"Hey, sweetie." He laid the items on the windowsill, walked to her, and took the hand she was offering him, sitting down on the edge of her bed. "I thought you were asleep." He ran a hand through her hair, and kissed her head. "Have you managed to get some rest?"
"A little. I can't really sleep. I'm tired, my God. I'm completely wiped. I'm too excited, I guess."
"You were so amazing in there, Jay. I could hardly stand up straight and you delivered two babies." He kissed her again. "Our babies. Our beautiful, perfect babies."
"Couldn't have done it without the epidural." She smiled. "Or without you holding my hand," and then added, as in an afterthought. "They're so cute, aren't they? The way Ellie just clung to your finger..."
He felt his eyes stinging with tears, and could just nod, and close his arms tighter around her shoulders.
A knock on the door revealed a nurse, pushing through the small crib where Thomas and Ellie were resting, fussing a little. "Someone was missing their mom and dad... here." She left the crib beside Jayma's bed, and walked out with a smile.
She clasped her mouth with a hand, and grabbed Matt's tighter as he stared in awe at the miracle in front of him. He was a dad. They were a family.
He gently lifted the little girl from the crib, as Jayma did the same with the boy, the volume of their whinings reducing sensibly at the feeling of their parents' warmth.
"Hi, baby boy..." She stared at his little face scrunching and relaxing, and giggled. "He scrunches his nose just like you! And he has your chin and lips." She lightly ran a finger on his features. "And look at all the hair!!"
"He's gonna be a charmer, then," He laughed and positioned better on the bed with her. "It looks like I got my wish granted... mom's big eyes on the both of them! And this little Bug here has red hair already." He grinned and kissed his wife's nose.
"I think we're going to have an endless stream of friends and family in here in less than five minutes." She couldn't tear her eyes away from her babies, moving from one to the other, trying not to lose a single second of either.
He laid Ellie on her lap, and she lifted her to her chest, and he took Tommy, cooing softly. "Let them wait. I want to spend some more time alone with my family."
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Here ends the pregnancy story! Hope you enjoyed! As usual, reviews are very welcome. :)
If you have any prompts, or scenes you'd like to see made into rpf, leave them here or tweet at @emmaschuester and I'll do my best. :)
Author: emmaschuester
Pairing: Jayma Mays/Matthew Morrison
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Harmless fun, no offence intended. Pure work of fiction.
Spoilers: None.
Author's Notes: Another peek in the future, set about a year after the end of Like A Virgin. Multi-chapter.
Five months
"Come on! You've been bugging me for days. Time to tell me your picks." She poked his ribs as they were sitting at a table in their favorite LA restaurant, a surprisingly warm mid-February breeze coming through the windows.
He looked lost in focus for a moment, and then sighed. "I don't know. It's not easy. I mean, do we want long or short names? Ones with some meaning or just ones we like?" He rested his chin on his fist. "It's not easy." His hand drifted on her five-months belly. "I don't want them to hate me forever."
She caressed his cheek. "Sweetie, I think we have a good 14 years before they start hating us," she giggled. "Hey. This shouldn't be a stressful moment. We have almost four months to go. I'm sure we'll find names in time, okay?"
He took her hand across the table, the candlelight flickering across her face, hair and shoulders, left bare by her dark blue dress. "You're breathtakingly beautiful, you know?"
She tangled their fingers and looked down for a second, blushing. "I don't know. I feel fatter every morning. But thank you."
"Wrong. You're more beautiful every morning. You're glowing. And you look happier than I've ever seen you."
"That's because I am." She raised her glass filled with non-alcoholic champagne and hinted at him to do the same. "Last Valentine's Day when it's just the two of us..."
He chuckled. "Next year it'll be a bit noisier for sure." they clinked their glasses. "Happy Valentine's Day, my love."
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Six months
"...Dammit!!" He winced and sucked his right index finger in his mouth, eyes watering from the sharp pain inflicted on his digit by the plastic of one the mobiles he was trying to build above one of the cribs closing on it.
"What's going on here?" She repressed a giggle as she entered the room to the sight of her husband whining in pain.
"This fucking thing snapped close on my finger!! Hurts so bad!"
She took his hand and surveyed the swollen, purple finger. "Aw, poor baby. Come on." Turning, she dragged him out of the room and down the stairs.
"What are you doing?"
She sat him down on a stool at the kitchen island, and got an ice-pack out of the freezer. "Here. Keep this on your hand for a little while." She stepped closer, and he let his thighs fell open to welcome her in between them, as close as her stomach would allow her. "Does it hurt a lot?"
He pouted and nodded, eyes downcast, and she wondered if the little boy and girl she'd get to meet in about three months would have the same heartbreakingly sad green eyes and defeated expression when facing a bad moment. She cupped his face in her hands. "How about we ask your dad for help tomorrow night?"
He looked up for a second, and nodded, his shoulders slumped. "Okay." His voice was small, and her heart wrenched a little.
"Hey. Look at me." She gently tilted his chin up. "So you're not the handiest man in the world. It's no biggie. Any more hidden talents and you'd be the decuple threat."
He chuckled for a second, but then released a sigh. "I know it's no biggie. But I want to be that dad... the one who builds a treehouse, you know. And fixes bikes and stuff."
She leaned closer, craning her neck, and kissed him softly. "You're gonna be so much more than that... You'll be the dad who sings them to sleep, and shows them the beauty of music and arts... You'll teach them how to dream big and believe in themselves." She grinned. "I'm sure your dad can show you how to build a treehouse in the next few years. But I wouldn't be worried. You're going to be the most amazing dad that's ever existed."
He looked at her for a long moment, his eyes misty, his sore finger forgotten, and then laid his lips on her forehead, nose, and lips, lightly, as his good hand stroked her belly.
"Thank you."
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Seven months
She looked down at the lists in front of them, all scribbled and canceled. "We can always call them 'baby boy Morrison' and 'baby girl Morrison', I guess."
He laughed. "Ha! Nice idea. I thought we had vetoed weird names. Fruit and such."
"So Pumpkin and Ladybug are out of the question too, I guess," she countered, poking his ribs jokingly.
"If our baby girl has red hair, she's gonna be my Ladybug, whether you like it or not." He stuck out his tongue, and grabbed another spoonful of the cookie dough ice-cream that had become her latest craving.
She giggled. "Hey, how about this. I pick the girl's first name and you the middle, and viceversa for the boy."
He raised an eyebrow. "Solomonic, I see. Fine. But we still have vetoing powers."
"You know, I was really kidding when I suggested William Finn Kurt."
"Yes, but I'm not taking any chances, Mrs Morrison." He leant closer and kissed her deeply, his hands running up and down her sides.
She blushed, and moved to peck his neck. "Okay. You first."
He took a breath. "Honestly, there's only one name that's been twirling in my head ever since we were told one is a boy." His grin was huge as he looked over at her. "Thomas. My dad's just... He's my role model, and has always been my hero." His eyes were a bit wet as he added, "If you don't like it or think your dad would be disappointed it's ok, but if it sounds good to you, I'd really like it."
She stared at him for a moment, wondering how she'd been so lucky to end up with such a sweet guy. "I love it." She kissed his cheek. "Why didn't you ever mention this before?"
"I don't know. I think I was worried your dad would be mad or something."
"Well I have middle name privileges, I think I'll go with James. I'm sure he'll appreciate it."
"Thomas James Morrison." He grinned.
"Thomas James Morrison. Classic. Sounds great."
"Ok!" He excitedly clapped his hands. "We're on a roll here! Girl time!" He kissed her belly on the right, where the girl was supposed to be according to the most recent ultrasound. "What's your name, pretty girl?"
She smiled down at him, and ran a hand through his curls. "Eleanor."
"Eleanor. Ellie. Is that your name, sweetie?" He was whispering quietly, running a finger up and down her bump, and she shivered pleasurably. "That's your grandma's name, right?"
She nodded. "My mom's name is out of the question, we can't call her Annie considering there's a good chance she'll have red hair." He chuckled. "But I'd love it to be Ellie, if you're ok with it."
He smiled, and nodded. "I love it. And considering you won't allow me to call her Emma," she playfully rolled her eyes, as the name had been discussed more than once and she had always voted firmly against it, "I think I'll go with my second chance for a middle name. Grace. Eleanor Grace."
She smiled, tears streaming on her cheeks. "I love it."
He rubbed her belly under his palm, and crouched down at their babies' level. "Hello, Tommy and Ellie. We're gonna love you both so much."
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Seven and a half months
She rolled on her left side, and reached over to caress his head, his asleep naked form completely relaxed, an arm lazily thrown across her midsection. She got as close as she could, and nibbled his ear and kissed his neck until he stirred a little, and squinted an eye open.
"Mmmmh... baby..."
She didn't reply, but just smiled on his skin, and proceded to move up to his chin, sucking on his dimple.
"Someone can't quite sleep, I see..." He rolled on his side, and pulled her closer. "Hi."
"Hi." It had just been a couple of hours, but she literally couldn't get enough of him, ever since she entered the second trimester. Be it pregnancy hormones or just the attempt to have as much alone time as possible as long as they could, their sex life had never been more alive, even with the obstacle of her now huge belly.
Her hand ran down on his chest and abdomen, and reached his groin. "I see I'm not the only one who can't sleep..." she mumbled against his chest as she grabbed his almost fully erect member, and he hissed in pleasure.
"Jay... God. Hey." He stilled her hand, and brought it up to his chest. "Slow down, sweetie... we've done hard and rough earlier." He pulled her closer and kissed her. "Let's take this slow now..." He massaged her lips with his own, his hands roaming up her sides, along her collarbone, over her breasts, down to her swollen belly, their tongues tangled together, her hands buried in his curls.
He bowed his head to latch his mouth to a nipple, her breasts much larger than either was used to, her nipples more sensitive than she could ever remember, and he knew that, and so he was gentle, his tongue ghosting on the darker skin, his hot breath and soft lips making her shiver.
He took his time with each breast in turn, as she writhed and moaned beside him, and then gestured at her to roll on her back, and he moved lower, laying a single wet kiss on her belly, and then even lower, and placed a few light kisses on her thighs, running his hands back and forth on her legs. "How can you do this, hm?" He kissed her left shin. "How can you be more than seven months pregnant and still have these legs? These damn long, slim, sexy legs?" He punctuated every word with a kiss or a nibble, until she was trembling in anticipation, her heart beating madly against her eardrums, and then he was in between her legs, randomly alternating soft kisses to firm sucking to sudden nibbles, in a pattern that alone was enough to make her shiver and come for a first time in his mouth, as he grinned against her slick skin and finally released her, moving up her body.
He positioned her on her right side, and spooned her, his arms closing around her middle, a hand rubbing a nipple between his thumb and index finger, and she could feel his hardness pressing against her, and she pushed back against him, her sweaty back against his fuzzy chest, her hand bringing his head on her neck, until he entered her with a single smooth thrust, and they moved in unison, clinging to each other, one of his hands moving from her breasts to her belly, down to her clit, pressing and rubbing it, his other hand moving some locks of red hair behind her ear, his mouth laying against her earshell, whispering sweet promises and words of adoration, until she clasped his arms in her hands and they came together, in a tangle of limbs and sheets and love.
"I don't know about you..." he panted in her ear, "but I'm really digging these pregnancy hormones."
She giggled, and kissed the palm of his hand. "Yeah. This is something I don't really mind. Now, if they got me thin instead of air-balloon sized..."
"Nonsense. You're having our two wonderful babies. You're the most beautiful sight I've ever laid my eyes on." He kissed her neck and earlobe to make his point stick.
"I just hope we can keep doing this for a while longer."
He corked an eyebrow. "Oh, sweetie. We've had sex in places I didn't know we could even fit in. I'm pretty sure we'll find a way."
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May 30, 2013
He tiptoed in the room, colorful balloons and flowers in his hands, and walked to the window, the golden afternoon light pouring in through the half-closed blinds.
"Hey." Her voice was soft, and a bit tired, but so happy.
"Hey, sweetie." He laid the items on the windowsill, walked to her, and took the hand she was offering him, sitting down on the edge of her bed. "I thought you were asleep." He ran a hand through her hair, and kissed her head. "Have you managed to get some rest?"
"A little. I can't really sleep. I'm tired, my God. I'm completely wiped. I'm too excited, I guess."
"You were so amazing in there, Jay. I could hardly stand up straight and you delivered two babies." He kissed her again. "Our babies. Our beautiful, perfect babies."
"Couldn't have done it without the epidural." She smiled. "Or without you holding my hand," and then added, as in an afterthought. "They're so cute, aren't they? The way Ellie just clung to your finger..."
He felt his eyes stinging with tears, and could just nod, and close his arms tighter around her shoulders.
A knock on the door revealed a nurse, pushing through the small crib where Thomas and Ellie were resting, fussing a little. "Someone was missing their mom and dad... here." She left the crib beside Jayma's bed, and walked out with a smile.
She clasped her mouth with a hand, and grabbed Matt's tighter as he stared in awe at the miracle in front of him. He was a dad. They were a family.
He gently lifted the little girl from the crib, as Jayma did the same with the boy, the volume of their whinings reducing sensibly at the feeling of their parents' warmth.
"Hi, baby boy..." She stared at his little face scrunching and relaxing, and giggled. "He scrunches his nose just like you! And he has your chin and lips." She lightly ran a finger on his features. "And look at all the hair!!"
"He's gonna be a charmer, then," He laughed and positioned better on the bed with her. "It looks like I got my wish granted... mom's big eyes on the both of them! And this little Bug here has red hair already." He grinned and kissed his wife's nose.
"I think we're going to have an endless stream of friends and family in here in less than five minutes." She couldn't tear her eyes away from her babies, moving from one to the other, trying not to lose a single second of either.
He laid Ellie on her lap, and she lifted her to her chest, and he took Tommy, cooing softly. "Let them wait. I want to spend some more time alone with my family."
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Here ends the pregnancy story! Hope you enjoyed! As usual, reviews are very welcome. :)
If you have any prompts, or scenes you'd like to see made into rpf, leave them here or tweet at @emmaschuester and I'll do my best. :)