Post by Natalie on May 25, 2006 11:13:49 GMT 10
This may be the FLUFFIEST thing I've ever written, but I'll let you have it anyway. It's a OneShot, and the title comes from the song This Kiss, performed by Faith Hill (I think).
Abby was sick of being pregnant. She was four days overdue, and was willing to do almost anything to get the kid out of her. Thanks to Luka, she still didn't know whether it was a boy or a girl, and couldn't read the ultrasounds. She was still kicking herself for not having paid enough attention in med school.
Hoisting herself up, Abby waddled into the nursery, where she found Luka frantically detailing the walls, which were painted a soft yellow.
"Sweetheart, you can stop now," she called. "It's finished."
"No it's not. I need it to be perfect," Luka answered, not even bothering to look up from his work.
"It was perfect a week ago, when you finished it," Abby said, trying her best to pry Luka from his task. Feeling slightly ignored, Abby's hormones got the better of her for what seemed like the millionth time, and tears began to fall from her eyes.
"I'm gonna go get a tissue, or ten," she said, her voice shuddering. Realizing that Abby was crying, Luka let his paintbrush fall to the drop cloth and rushed over to her.
"I know something that will make you feel better," he said, brushing a tear off her cheek. "The baby's going to be a little boy. Unlike you, I can read the ultrasounds, and it's definitely a boy."
"A boy, really?" Abby exclaimed as tears of joy slid down her cheeks. Luka nodded, and slipped his arm around her waist. Abby turned, and their eyes met. Luka leaned down to kiss her, and she flung her arms around his neck. Her protruding stomach prevented them from being very close to each other, but just as their kiss was as the height of its passion, the baby kicked, hard. Luka was first to break the kiss, laughing. Both he and Abby knew that that kiss represented everything their relationship meant, including their unborn son. Their eyes met again, but this time Abby took Luka's hand and placed it on her stomach, pressing her own hand firmly over his. Luka could feel their son kicking, and at that moment, they both knew that this relationship was meant to be, and nothing was ever going to change that.
Abby was sick of being pregnant. She was four days overdue, and was willing to do almost anything to get the kid out of her. Thanks to Luka, she still didn't know whether it was a boy or a girl, and couldn't read the ultrasounds. She was still kicking herself for not having paid enough attention in med school.
Hoisting herself up, Abby waddled into the nursery, where she found Luka frantically detailing the walls, which were painted a soft yellow.
"Sweetheart, you can stop now," she called. "It's finished."
"No it's not. I need it to be perfect," Luka answered, not even bothering to look up from his work.
"It was perfect a week ago, when you finished it," Abby said, trying her best to pry Luka from his task. Feeling slightly ignored, Abby's hormones got the better of her for what seemed like the millionth time, and tears began to fall from her eyes.
"I'm gonna go get a tissue, or ten," she said, her voice shuddering. Realizing that Abby was crying, Luka let his paintbrush fall to the drop cloth and rushed over to her.
"I know something that will make you feel better," he said, brushing a tear off her cheek. "The baby's going to be a little boy. Unlike you, I can read the ultrasounds, and it's definitely a boy."
"A boy, really?" Abby exclaimed as tears of joy slid down her cheeks. Luka nodded, and slipped his arm around her waist. Abby turned, and their eyes met. Luka leaned down to kiss her, and she flung her arms around his neck. Her protruding stomach prevented them from being very close to each other, but just as their kiss was as the height of its passion, the baby kicked, hard. Luka was first to break the kiss, laughing. Both he and Abby knew that that kiss represented everything their relationship meant, including their unborn son. Their eyes met again, but this time Abby took Luka's hand and placed it on her stomach, pressing her own hand firmly over his. Luka could feel their son kicking, and at that moment, they both knew that this relationship was meant to be, and nothing was ever going to change that.