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Romance › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
Views:
2,600
Reviews:
24
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter Six
Disclaimer: All characters in this story are mine.
Warnings: m/f, preg, angst, death, lemon
** Asterisks indicate thoughts
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Chapter Six
When Grey came to awake her in the morning, Naomi was beyond exhausted. The last few days had finally caught up with her. Her muscles ached, (particularly in her back) and she just wanted to lie in bed all day. Grey seemed to sense that she was feeling under the weather, bringing her breakfast in bed when she didn’t appear in the kitchen. He came to her room and ate with her, and after awhile finally got out of her what was wrong.
“I just feel so tired. I feel like I’ve been through the wringer.” Naomi said, punctuated by a yawn. Grey could understand where she was coming from – while he felt tired himself, Naomi had extra work cut out for her, providing for her child. He had read somewhere that babies suck all the nutrients from their mothers’ bodies, so he had no doubt that was what was going on with Naomi right now.
“You might not want to sleep though, otherwise you’ll have difficulty going to bed later.”
“I know.” Naomi said gloomily. She didn’t really want to sleep, though her body said likewise. She was used to having an abnormal amount of energy, and the feeling of having none was almost terrifying. She could attribute most of her fatigue towards Sunshine – after all, the baby took a lot out of her – but with the recent activities in her life, she knew that Randy had disturbed her greatly, and it wasn’t easy to get over. She had been having some nightmares, especially about what would have happened to her that morning if Grey hadn’t shown up.
*I am playing the part of damsel in distress really well…* She thought sarcastically.
“I have to go pick up some groceries today, but if you don’t want to come, I understand.” Grey said. Naomi was looking worn out. She smiled at him though, even though he could see that she didn’t feel as good as she wanted him to believe.
“No, I’ll come. I might as well, or else you’ll just find me in the same spot when you get back.”
Grey left so Naomi could go on with her morning routine. She dressed in jeans and a black sweater, tailored to her fit. She liked to look good at all times. She met Grey in the front hallway, and they walked out to the car together.
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“A waffle maker!”
“I don’t need a waffle maker.”
“Come on Grey! Everyone needs a waffle maker!”
“Do you have one?”
“……”
“Thought so.”
Eventually, Grey did cave, and they walked out of the electrical appliances store with a waffle maker in hand. Naomi grinned victoriously. He was so easy going, and she found that quite appealing. He had rugged charms, and was a man that she was sure every woman would find attractive. Grey had chiseled features, and possessed none of the boyish charms Naomi was starting to grow disgusted with in the entertainment business. Grey was all man – he looked the type that could spend the entire day working outdoors, (and loving every minute of it) then would come in, and be a complete romantic.
Naomi wasn’t blind. She knew that there was something about her that Grey found pleasing. She didn’t think that Grey had much time for women, (she was sure that if he went out a little more, they’d be hanging off of him) and she hoped that it just wasn’t her pregnancy alone. That he was only drawn to her because she needed help. She supposed, deep down, that that had something to do with it, (a male ego always likes to be stroked) but she prayed that there was something about HER that was attractive.
*Well, you’re also six months pregnant. Hate to break it to you kiddo, but you ain’t what you used to be*
Though, with the way that Grey talked to her, and they way he sometimes looked at her, she thought that there was something in his eyes, akin to longing. That’s what she hoped, anyway.
*I guess I’ll figure it out sometime*
“You’re quiet.” Grey’s deep voice broke the silence. Naomi spied a glance at him.
“Yeah, just thinking.”
“Penny for your thoughts?”
“They cost more than a penny, buddy.”
Grey smiled at her, and she winked back. He didn’t press on though, sensing that it wasn’t something she wanted to talk about. She didn’t seem overly troubled, so he would leave it be.
After a full afternoon of shopping, Naomi tried helping Grey in with the bags, though he would have none of it. He ordered her inside, where she sat sulking on the couch. When he had brought in the last of the supplies, he walked into the living room to join her. Seeing the expression on her face, he raised an eyebrow.
“You have hardly any right to sit there and sulk.” Naomi pouted.
“But I want to. You don’t let me help at all.”
“Didn’t you just come and help? You picked the waffle maker.”
Naomi brightened at the mention of the waffle maker. She couldn’t wait to see what it was capable of. Chocolate chip waffles, blueberry waffles, sugar waffles….
“Ya! The waffle maker! When can we try it out?” Naomi was instantly happy. Grey shook his head.
“We can try it out tomorrow or something. And I’ll do it. I don’t know if I can trust you with the waffle maker. You are too excited over it.”
Naomi pouted again. Grey took away all her waffle joys. She started to conjure up ways to torture him for denying her the waffle maker. She dreamt up an image of Grey, slaving over baking sweets, wearing an apron with flour dusted on his stubbled cheeks….
Suddenly it went from trying to think of evil ways to get Grey back for the waffle maker, into an image that she found far too likable. The only thing that would make it that more charming would be for Grey to be in the kitchen, in apron with flour on cheeks, with a small gaggle of children trying to help out. Their children.
Naomi tried to eliminate the thought from her head. Since when did she start imagining having children with this man? She hadn’t even considered kids until she got pregnant, and now she was flying off with the chance of having more.
*I’m going crazy*
“Fine. Take the waffle maker. See what I care.” Naomi said, crossing her arms over her chest. Grey grinned smugly.
“Why are you grinning like that? I hardly think I deserve that.” Naomi grumbled. Grey chuckled.
“I’m getting you back for the way you tended to my head. If you do remember, you were just as smug when you were done with me.”
“Cruel man.”
“Revenge.”
“Waffle maker stealer.”
“I bought it with my own money!”
“Harumph.”
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With the waffle maker argument forgotten, (for now, anyways) Grey and Naomi ate dinner by the wood fire place, a small fire burning away in the hearth. It heated the cottage to a comfortable temperature, now that a November wind seemed permanent. Every time they would go outside, they’d soon be in, frozen by the wind, cheeks red.
When they had finished dinner, Grey noticed Naomi fussing on the couch, seemingly uncomfortable. He watched her out of the corner of his eye for awhile, deducting that her back must be hurting.
“Are you in pain?”
“No.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“….Well, I’m a little cramped up. I guess with everything that has been going on, I’m bound to get sore.”
“Sit forward.”
“Why?”
“Just do it.”
So Naomi did. Grey slipped behind her, hands raising to rub at her shoulders. He kneaded the muscles in her shoulder blades, down to the middle of her back. Naomi groaned appreciatively, feeling her muscles relax as Grey worked them. He made sure to pay special attention to her lower back, which seemed to be causing her the most pain. He could feel that the muscles were tight there, and it took almost 15 minutes to loosen one of the knots. Grey suspected they had been tightening long before the incident at the convenience store.
When he finished, Naomi murmured a quiet ‘thanks’.
“No problem.”
Naomi didn’t understand Grey. One day, she hoped to, as well as fully express her gratitude to him, and how much he had helped her. She knew if it weren’t for him, she’d no longer be on this earth. Grey had been unwillingly pulled along in the terror ride she was on, and he had accepted it far better than she did. She thought that was because Grey felt protective over her, but she wasn’t entirely sure.
What she did know, was that she had been hit with a wave of exhaustion again. Grey seemed to feel it too this time, and they decided to pack it in early. There was so much that she wanted to do at the private cabin that she needed to be well rested for. She wanted to write more songs, she wanted to enjoy her pregnancy, sit outside, feel the crisp air….she suspected that Grey was desperate to draw. He hadn’t had the opportunity since coming to the cottage. She knew his fingers were probably itching to hold a pencil and get to work. She could hardly blame him. Artists needed to be at their craft all the time. There wasn’t such a thing as a ‘break’.
Saying goodnight, Naomi crawled into her comfy bed, loving the way the mattress sunk and shifted to accommodate her form. It was one of those mattresses that shifted to your frame for maximum comfort. The heavy covers surrounding her kept the chill away from her. She sighed contently as sleep took her.
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A/N: Sorry for the wait! More to come soon. Please review!
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Warnings: m/f, preg, angst, death, lemon
** Asterisks indicate thoughts
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When Grey came to awake her in the morning, Naomi was beyond exhausted. The last few days had finally caught up with her. Her muscles ached, (particularly in her back) and she just wanted to lie in bed all day. Grey seemed to sense that she was feeling under the weather, bringing her breakfast in bed when she didn’t appear in the kitchen. He came to her room and ate with her, and after awhile finally got out of her what was wrong.
“I just feel so tired. I feel like I’ve been through the wringer.” Naomi said, punctuated by a yawn. Grey could understand where she was coming from – while he felt tired himself, Naomi had extra work cut out for her, providing for her child. He had read somewhere that babies suck all the nutrients from their mothers’ bodies, so he had no doubt that was what was going on with Naomi right now.
“You might not want to sleep though, otherwise you’ll have difficulty going to bed later.”
“I know.” Naomi said gloomily. She didn’t really want to sleep, though her body said likewise. She was used to having an abnormal amount of energy, and the feeling of having none was almost terrifying. She could attribute most of her fatigue towards Sunshine – after all, the baby took a lot out of her – but with the recent activities in her life, she knew that Randy had disturbed her greatly, and it wasn’t easy to get over. She had been having some nightmares, especially about what would have happened to her that morning if Grey hadn’t shown up.
*I am playing the part of damsel in distress really well…* She thought sarcastically.
“I have to go pick up some groceries today, but if you don’t want to come, I understand.” Grey said. Naomi was looking worn out. She smiled at him though, even though he could see that she didn’t feel as good as she wanted him to believe.
“No, I’ll come. I might as well, or else you’ll just find me in the same spot when you get back.”
Grey left so Naomi could go on with her morning routine. She dressed in jeans and a black sweater, tailored to her fit. She liked to look good at all times. She met Grey in the front hallway, and they walked out to the car together.
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“A waffle maker!”
“I don’t need a waffle maker.”
“Come on Grey! Everyone needs a waffle maker!”
“Do you have one?”
“……”
“Thought so.”
Eventually, Grey did cave, and they walked out of the electrical appliances store with a waffle maker in hand. Naomi grinned victoriously. He was so easy going, and she found that quite appealing. He had rugged charms, and was a man that she was sure every woman would find attractive. Grey had chiseled features, and possessed none of the boyish charms Naomi was starting to grow disgusted with in the entertainment business. Grey was all man – he looked the type that could spend the entire day working outdoors, (and loving every minute of it) then would come in, and be a complete romantic.
Naomi wasn’t blind. She knew that there was something about her that Grey found pleasing. She didn’t think that Grey had much time for women, (she was sure that if he went out a little more, they’d be hanging off of him) and she hoped that it just wasn’t her pregnancy alone. That he was only drawn to her because she needed help. She supposed, deep down, that that had something to do with it, (a male ego always likes to be stroked) but she prayed that there was something about HER that was attractive.
*Well, you’re also six months pregnant. Hate to break it to you kiddo, but you ain’t what you used to be*
Though, with the way that Grey talked to her, and they way he sometimes looked at her, she thought that there was something in his eyes, akin to longing. That’s what she hoped, anyway.
*I guess I’ll figure it out sometime*
“You’re quiet.” Grey’s deep voice broke the silence. Naomi spied a glance at him.
“Yeah, just thinking.”
“Penny for your thoughts?”
“They cost more than a penny, buddy.”
Grey smiled at her, and she winked back. He didn’t press on though, sensing that it wasn’t something she wanted to talk about. She didn’t seem overly troubled, so he would leave it be.
After a full afternoon of shopping, Naomi tried helping Grey in with the bags, though he would have none of it. He ordered her inside, where she sat sulking on the couch. When he had brought in the last of the supplies, he walked into the living room to join her. Seeing the expression on her face, he raised an eyebrow.
“You have hardly any right to sit there and sulk.” Naomi pouted.
“But I want to. You don’t let me help at all.”
“Didn’t you just come and help? You picked the waffle maker.”
Naomi brightened at the mention of the waffle maker. She couldn’t wait to see what it was capable of. Chocolate chip waffles, blueberry waffles, sugar waffles….
“Ya! The waffle maker! When can we try it out?” Naomi was instantly happy. Grey shook his head.
“We can try it out tomorrow or something. And I’ll do it. I don’t know if I can trust you with the waffle maker. You are too excited over it.”
Naomi pouted again. Grey took away all her waffle joys. She started to conjure up ways to torture him for denying her the waffle maker. She dreamt up an image of Grey, slaving over baking sweets, wearing an apron with flour dusted on his stubbled cheeks….
Suddenly it went from trying to think of evil ways to get Grey back for the waffle maker, into an image that she found far too likable. The only thing that would make it that more charming would be for Grey to be in the kitchen, in apron with flour on cheeks, with a small gaggle of children trying to help out. Their children.
Naomi tried to eliminate the thought from her head. Since when did she start imagining having children with this man? She hadn’t even considered kids until she got pregnant, and now she was flying off with the chance of having more.
*I’m going crazy*
“Fine. Take the waffle maker. See what I care.” Naomi said, crossing her arms over her chest. Grey grinned smugly.
“Why are you grinning like that? I hardly think I deserve that.” Naomi grumbled. Grey chuckled.
“I’m getting you back for the way you tended to my head. If you do remember, you were just as smug when you were done with me.”
“Cruel man.”
“Revenge.”
“Waffle maker stealer.”
“I bought it with my own money!”
“Harumph.”
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With the waffle maker argument forgotten, (for now, anyways) Grey and Naomi ate dinner by the wood fire place, a small fire burning away in the hearth. It heated the cottage to a comfortable temperature, now that a November wind seemed permanent. Every time they would go outside, they’d soon be in, frozen by the wind, cheeks red.
When they had finished dinner, Grey noticed Naomi fussing on the couch, seemingly uncomfortable. He watched her out of the corner of his eye for awhile, deducting that her back must be hurting.
“Are you in pain?”
“No.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“….Well, I’m a little cramped up. I guess with everything that has been going on, I’m bound to get sore.”
“Sit forward.”
“Why?”
“Just do it.”
So Naomi did. Grey slipped behind her, hands raising to rub at her shoulders. He kneaded the muscles in her shoulder blades, down to the middle of her back. Naomi groaned appreciatively, feeling her muscles relax as Grey worked them. He made sure to pay special attention to her lower back, which seemed to be causing her the most pain. He could feel that the muscles were tight there, and it took almost 15 minutes to loosen one of the knots. Grey suspected they had been tightening long before the incident at the convenience store.
When he finished, Naomi murmured a quiet ‘thanks’.
“No problem.”
Naomi didn’t understand Grey. One day, she hoped to, as well as fully express her gratitude to him, and how much he had helped her. She knew if it weren’t for him, she’d no longer be on this earth. Grey had been unwillingly pulled along in the terror ride she was on, and he had accepted it far better than she did. She thought that was because Grey felt protective over her, but she wasn’t entirely sure.
What she did know, was that she had been hit with a wave of exhaustion again. Grey seemed to feel it too this time, and they decided to pack it in early. There was so much that she wanted to do at the private cabin that she needed to be well rested for. She wanted to write more songs, she wanted to enjoy her pregnancy, sit outside, feel the crisp air….she suspected that Grey was desperate to draw. He hadn’t had the opportunity since coming to the cottage. She knew his fingers were probably itching to hold a pencil and get to work. She could hardly blame him. Artists needed to be at their craft all the time. There wasn’t such a thing as a ‘break’.
Saying goodnight, Naomi crawled into her comfy bed, loving the way the mattress sunk and shifted to accommodate her form. It was one of those mattresses that shifted to your frame for maximum comfort. The heavy covers surrounding her kept the chill away from her. She sighed contently as sleep took her.
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A/N: Sorry for the wait! More to come soon. Please review!
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