Rating: PG
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Yorkeses
Prompt: Life
Notes: For the Lover100 challenge.
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Stacey lies awake and ponders the universe.
047: Life
Stacey lay in bed, one hand on her swollen belly, the other on her husband’s hair. She stared at the ceiling and listened to him breathe, heavy and warm in the darkness.
The stars twinkled overhead. The skylight showed as many as it could through the smog and the pollution. Stacey liked to watch the stars. Dale had put the skylight in just for her.
The baby kicked. She winced and rubbed her belly.
Dale shifted next to her. She ran fingers through his hair.
The idea, the magnitude of the idea, that they had created a life between them overwhelmed her momentarily. She shuddered.
"Mph. Stacey."
Dale rolled over, eyes half-open, and wrapped his arms around her. He was dead asleep.
"I love you, she mumbled.
"Cows eat flaming eyebrows," he mumbled back.
She giggled. Too bad he’d never remember it, or she’d tease him about it later. His grip on her tightened and he pulled her closer until her head was on his shoulder. His lips grazed her cheek. His hands helped her adjust.
"Precious," he sighed, oddly Gollum-esque.
She smiled again. "Darling."
"Sleep now," he groaned. "We have to hunt wild eels tomorrow."
She lapsed into giggles again. He sighed and soon started snoring quietly. She ran a hand over her belly and felt the profundity of the universe open before her.