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theblueintheday2015-03-19 01:36 pm
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[team sonic] inner comfort of you
Starting words from here.
Title from Milk & Bone's Pressure. This is a continuation of To my heartbeat sound, and is followed by Needing stitches.
"All clean now.” Yixing tosses the washcloth in the laundry hamper and turns to smile at his boyfriend, but Sehun's eyes are still watering as he sits, curled up on the carpet.
"I'm sorry," he whispers, tears rolling down his face again to trickle off his chin and wet the fabric of his pajamas. Yixing's heart aches, as he thinks back to the beginning of the pregnancy, when Sehun was so cheerful, always hinting at sex or complaining he was hungry. Now, eight months and two weeks along, stomach swollen, the veins are sticking out on the backs on his hands, tracing along his arms.
"I love you," Yixing says, instead of trying to explain for the hundredth time that he doesn't mind cleaning up when Sehun vomits on the floor, or drops a glass because his hands are shaking, or can't get out of bed. I love you so so much and I wish I could make everything better.
Instead, he gathers Sehun into his arms and carries him to bed. He's too light in his arms, maybe they should go to the doctor again. Yixing is worried that Sehun isn't keeping enough down.
"I want everything to be over," Sehun whispers into Yixing's chest, clinging even though he's already being tucked into bed. Yixing can feel the corners of his own eyes budding with tears, but he blinks them back.
"We're almost there," he murmurs soothingly instead, pressing a gentle kiss to Sehun's temple. "I'll go get some electrolytes, okay?"
"No, stay," Sehun whispers, fingers pulling at Yixing's shirt. Yixing's heart breaks a little as he pries them softly off the fabric.
"I'll be right back," he says instead, and runs on bare feet to the kitchen, skin over wood whispering, returning just as quickly to the bedroom with a bottle of blue liquid in hand. Eyeing it, Sehun makes a face.
"I hate that stuff," he complains, and Yixing is relieved to hear a little vehemence back in his voice.
"If not, we have to go to the hospital so you can get an I.V.," he reminds Sehun. Sehun makes a face.
"You know I hate it there," he groans, and reaches for the bottle.
Yixing climbs into bed and wraps his arm around Sehun's shoulder, snuggling him under his arm even if Sehun is taller.
"It'll all be over soon," he says, reaching his other hand over to let the fingers rest ever so lightly, almost hovering, on the swollen ripeness of Sehun's belly. Sehun winces, slightly.
"Are you alright?" Yixing asks, and he can't keep the faint undertone of worry out of his voice, but Sehun only smiles, looking over into Yixing's eyes. It's his first smile all day.
"The baby," he says, taking Yixing's hand and pressing it gently to the side of his stomach. There's nothing, for a moment, and then a light kick — Sehun winces again, but his smile is even bigger. "He says he's happy to be here."
Yixing can't help but let the feelings drip out of his eyes this time, it's such a relief to see Sehun smiling after everything.
"I'm so happy you're here too," he whispers into the soft skin of Sehun's neck. Sehun giggles as the air tickles his skin, and it sounds like a miracle.
Title from Milk & Bone's Pressure. This is a continuation of To my heartbeat sound, and is followed by Needing stitches.
"All clean now.” Yixing tosses the washcloth in the laundry hamper and turns to smile at his boyfriend, but Sehun's eyes are still watering as he sits, curled up on the carpet.
"I'm sorry," he whispers, tears rolling down his face again to trickle off his chin and wet the fabric of his pajamas. Yixing's heart aches, as he thinks back to the beginning of the pregnancy, when Sehun was so cheerful, always hinting at sex or complaining he was hungry. Now, eight months and two weeks along, stomach swollen, the veins are sticking out on the backs on his hands, tracing along his arms.
"I love you," Yixing says, instead of trying to explain for the hundredth time that he doesn't mind cleaning up when Sehun vomits on the floor, or drops a glass because his hands are shaking, or can't get out of bed. I love you so so much and I wish I could make everything better.
Instead, he gathers Sehun into his arms and carries him to bed. He's too light in his arms, maybe they should go to the doctor again. Yixing is worried that Sehun isn't keeping enough down.
"I want everything to be over," Sehun whispers into Yixing's chest, clinging even though he's already being tucked into bed. Yixing can feel the corners of his own eyes budding with tears, but he blinks them back.
"We're almost there," he murmurs soothingly instead, pressing a gentle kiss to Sehun's temple. "I'll go get some electrolytes, okay?"
"No, stay," Sehun whispers, fingers pulling at Yixing's shirt. Yixing's heart breaks a little as he pries them softly off the fabric.
"I'll be right back," he says instead, and runs on bare feet to the kitchen, skin over wood whispering, returning just as quickly to the bedroom with a bottle of blue liquid in hand. Eyeing it, Sehun makes a face.
"I hate that stuff," he complains, and Yixing is relieved to hear a little vehemence back in his voice.
"If not, we have to go to the hospital so you can get an I.V.," he reminds Sehun. Sehun makes a face.
"You know I hate it there," he groans, and reaches for the bottle.
Yixing climbs into bed and wraps his arm around Sehun's shoulder, snuggling him under his arm even if Sehun is taller.
"It'll all be over soon," he says, reaching his other hand over to let the fingers rest ever so lightly, almost hovering, on the swollen ripeness of Sehun's belly. Sehun winces, slightly.
"Are you alright?" Yixing asks, and he can't keep the faint undertone of worry out of his voice, but Sehun only smiles, looking over into Yixing's eyes. It's his first smile all day.
"The baby," he says, taking Yixing's hand and pressing it gently to the side of his stomach. There's nothing, for a moment, and then a light kick — Sehun winces again, but his smile is even bigger. "He says he's happy to be here."
Yixing can't help but let the feelings drip out of his eyes this time, it's such a relief to see Sehun smiling after everything.
"I'm so happy you're here too," he whispers into the soft skin of Sehun's neck. Sehun giggles as the air tickles his skin, and it sounds like a miracle.
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liek sehun bieng prego wasnt enough he was clingy and sad ;; and xing alwasy the pillar ;~: wibbles
but it jstu makes the smiling and bayb kivking in the edn so mcuh sweeter ;w;
ty ty ty for this au i cant wait for whne the baby acutailly enters theit world \o/