Future!Fic time
It's not that Becca never cried, it was just so rare as to cause those who knew her best to wonder at her when she did. Caz knew her fairly well by the time they'd been together 16 months, so when he walked into the bedroom of their flat and found her curled up in bed wrapped around her pillow and wiping tears from her eyes, he was, to put it mildly, concerned.
In fact, what he was was fucking terrified, but he kept his manner calm and teasing, lest he make it worse. "Did someone snap your wand?" he asked, forcing himself to smiling widely at her. Whatever was upsetting her had to be something big and might as well go with the thing that they'd both gotten playfully wide-eyed about in the past.
"No," she said softly, "s'bigger than that."
He sat beside her on the bed and gave her a concerned look. "What's wrong, Bec?" he asked, reaching out to touch her cheek. At least she leaned into his touch like always.
"I'm..." she stopped, more tears springing up in her eyes.
Now he was really worried. Clarity had it's perks, right? Though, he wasn't sure the shot of fear that went through him was anywhere near what one might call a "perk". He tilted his head a little and looked at her seriously. "You're what?" he asked.
"Pregnant." There it was, that one word they'd both been avoiding since day one, pretty much. For a while at the beginning she'd teased him about it fairly often, had even harbored the idea that they SHOULD have kids, but then they'd moved on and she'd stopped teasing him about it and why fuck things up right?
Except that now it wasn't teasing. Now it was really happening, and NOW she wasn't laughing so much as she was trying not to freak the fuck out and sob into the pillow some more.
"Oh." That's all he said at first. All he COULD say.
"Yeah," she murmured, willing herself not to cry more. Or shriek.
He slipped up the bed, moving closer to her. "Okay," he said softly.
"It's NOT okay," she said softly, turning on the bed and curling up in his arms. He was better than the pillow any day. "We've been so careful and..."
"Bec?" he said softly, tilting her chin up so he could kiss her gently, "it's okay."
She pressed her forehead against his cheek. "I don't want you to feel... trapped," she murmured. "If you don't... I mean, if you want to..." She closed her eyes, unable to say the words. Giving him an out was one thing, but actually saying it was a little too much.
"I've been trapped from the first time we fucked," he said, his voice teasing, but they both knew it was pretty much true. They'd both been outstandingly drawn to each other, and that draw had only gotten stronger the longer they were together.
"Not what I meant," she said quietly. "I meant--if you wanted to leave, or not deal with it..." She wouldn't look up at him. Her eyes would betray her true feelings, and she didn't want him to be guilted into something.
"Rebecca," he said, his voice admonishing. "Why would I ever leave?"
She did look up at him then. She had to know if he meant it. If he was serious. If there was even the hint of uncertainty, of panic, of anger... So she looked up slowly, and when she was looking up at him fully, she felt her body start to relax.
"You mean it," she said. It wasn't a question.
"Yes," he said simply, kissing her again.
She kissed him back, letting herself get a little lost in it as always. Then she drew back a little, a small laugh slipping out of her mouth. "There is ONE benefit to this whole mess," she said, her eyes widening just a little.
"There are a lot of benefits to it, but do tell," he grinned.
"Random fucking with no worries about contraception?" she said, smirking.
"THAT'S my girl," he laughed, shaking his head.
In fact, what he was was fucking terrified, but he kept his manner calm and teasing, lest he make it worse. "Did someone snap your wand?" he asked, forcing himself to smiling widely at her. Whatever was upsetting her had to be something big and might as well go with the thing that they'd both gotten playfully wide-eyed about in the past.
"No," she said softly, "s'bigger than that."
He sat beside her on the bed and gave her a concerned look. "What's wrong, Bec?" he asked, reaching out to touch her cheek. At least she leaned into his touch like always.
"I'm..." she stopped, more tears springing up in her eyes.
Now he was really worried. Clarity had it's perks, right? Though, he wasn't sure the shot of fear that went through him was anywhere near what one might call a "perk". He tilted his head a little and looked at her seriously. "You're what?" he asked.
"Pregnant." There it was, that one word they'd both been avoiding since day one, pretty much. For a while at the beginning she'd teased him about it fairly often, had even harbored the idea that they SHOULD have kids, but then they'd moved on and she'd stopped teasing him about it and why fuck things up right?
Except that now it wasn't teasing. Now it was really happening, and NOW she wasn't laughing so much as she was trying not to freak the fuck out and sob into the pillow some more.
"Oh." That's all he said at first. All he COULD say.
"Yeah," she murmured, willing herself not to cry more. Or shriek.
He slipped up the bed, moving closer to her. "Okay," he said softly.
"It's NOT okay," she said softly, turning on the bed and curling up in his arms. He was better than the pillow any day. "We've been so careful and..."
"Bec?" he said softly, tilting her chin up so he could kiss her gently, "it's okay."
She pressed her forehead against his cheek. "I don't want you to feel... trapped," she murmured. "If you don't... I mean, if you want to..." She closed her eyes, unable to say the words. Giving him an out was one thing, but actually saying it was a little too much.
"I've been trapped from the first time we fucked," he said, his voice teasing, but they both knew it was pretty much true. They'd both been outstandingly drawn to each other, and that draw had only gotten stronger the longer they were together.
"Not what I meant," she said quietly. "I meant--if you wanted to leave, or not deal with it..." She wouldn't look up at him. Her eyes would betray her true feelings, and she didn't want him to be guilted into something.
"Rebecca," he said, his voice admonishing. "Why would I ever leave?"
She did look up at him then. She had to know if he meant it. If he was serious. If there was even the hint of uncertainty, of panic, of anger... So she looked up slowly, and when she was looking up at him fully, she felt her body start to relax.
"You mean it," she said. It wasn't a question.
"Yes," he said simply, kissing her again.
She kissed him back, letting herself get a little lost in it as always. Then she drew back a little, a small laugh slipping out of her mouth. "There is ONE benefit to this whole mess," she said, her eyes widening just a little.
"There are a lot of benefits to it, but do tell," he grinned.
"Random fucking with no worries about contraception?" she said, smirking.
"THAT'S my girl," he laughed, shaking his head.