Mary Simone 1/2
Title: Mary Simone 1/2
Author: Twilight
Rated: Rish
Summary: Jim and Blair are expecting
Feedback: Always welcome.
Warnings: Not really, just some medical type stuff and this is a MPREG, so if that's not
your thing, don't read.
Notes: A huge thank you to my beta Kerensa. Originally posted to the MPREG archive.
*~*~*
Blair stood in front of the frost covered balcony doors, a slight shiver rocked his body and he wrapped his arms more tightly around himself. The road below was covered in a fluffy white and in the darkness of night the streetlights cast a silvery glow on the walkways and shops around the loft.
Most businesses had closed earlier in the day, the unusually heavy snowfall reeking havoc on Cascade and the surrounding suburbs. He rubbed his back absently; shifting back a few steps to feel the heat of the wood stove that stood in the corner, and then continued his study of the skyline.
It seemed that most days he found himself looking out the windows and around the home he found, enjoying the comfort and warm feeling, close to tears most times.
Damn hormones.
The front door lock clicked and swung open with a moan of protest. He quickly wiped his eyes, knowing it didn't matter, that Jim would have smelled the salty tears from blocks away.
Jim hung his jacket, stomping some clinging snow from his boats on the throw rug in front of the door. He quirked a small smile at Blair and then turned to take their guest's coat.
Blair took a deep breath, moving toward the kitchen, nodding his head toward Simon in greeting. Dinner was almost ready and he was glad he made a casserole, as Jim had called to tell him they would be having company.
It seemed that in the surrounding areas the snowfall had accumulated to feet instead of inches as it had in the city. Simon was spending the night, leaving for work from their closer location instead of trying to make it home and back again in the morning.
"Something smells good." Simon commented, accepting a beer from Blair.
"Thanks, it'll be done a few minutes. Make yourself at home." Blair turned back to his cutting board, slicing carrots and green peppers for the salad. He wiped his sleeve over his forehead, feeling a bit hot.
Jim came up behind him as he tossed the fresh vegetables in the salad bowl. It felt good when Jim gently snaked his arms around Blair's belly, rubbing lightly.
"What did Mary Ellen say?" Jim asked, kissing him lightly on the neck.
Blair turned in his arms, hugging hard. "Everything is fine. Right on schedule."
"You feeling okay?" Jim was rubbing up and down Blair's achy back and he sighed, sinking deeper into the comforting arms.
"Yeah," Blair raised his head, giving Jim a quick peck on the mouth before moving away to dig in the fridge. "Just a little tired and my back is giving me some problems again."
Jim set the table; making sure Blair's lumbar pillow was on his chair. Enticing smells emanated from the oven as Blair leaned in and removed the heavy dish. He slowly made his way to the table; Simon stood and took the dish from Blair when he brought it into the dinning area.
"It's not that heavy, man."
Simon just shrugged, pulling out Blair's chair, unable to resist a pat to Blair's belly. "You sure you still have a few weeks left? Looks like you might pop."
"Feels like it too." Blair laughed, filling his plate with chicken and broccoli.
"Gave me quite a scare earlier this week." Jim said, digging into his dinner.
"How so?" Simon wanted to know. "Good stuff, Sandburg," was followed by the sounds of chewing.
"Thanks and don't mind Jim. Every little twinge sends him into a panic." Blair smirked, passing the bread to Simon.
"Hey, I don't recall you smiling the other night." Jim challenged. "Seems like you might have been a little panicked too."
Blair didn't answer, instead he just went back to eating, scooping out a second helping of casserole.
"So what happened to send my best detective into a panic?" Simon asked around a mouthful of bread.
"Nothing, really." Blair stood, taking his half finished plate into the kitchen. "Just was having an odd pain every so often. The midwife said they were probably false labor pains. It happens."
"Oh, I remember them." Simon said. "Joan had them for a few weeks before Daryl was born."
"Told ya, Jim. Nothing to worry about." Blair brought in a store bought pound cake and some strawberry topping, then went back to the kitchen to rinse the dishes, so he missed Jim's knowing look.
After the dessert was finished Simon stood and collected his dishes, but Jim intercepted him and nodded toward the couch.
"Well, that was great. Thanks for letting me stay with you two this evening." Simon dropped onto the sofa and turned on the TV.
Jim cleared the table, scooping the leftovers into a container. "No biggy, make yourself at home, Simon. Might find a good movie on."
The dishes were done in quick order, Blair washing and Jim drying. Once the counter and table were wiped down, Blair rung out his dishcloth and hung it over the faucet.
Jim excused himself to the bathroom, to take a shower before settling on the couch for the evening.
Blair went upstairs to get them both some comfortable clothes, planning on having a shower too, then going to bed early. He was sure that Jim and Simon would stay up a bit and talk and that was fine with him. He didn't feel like staying up and entertaining. His back was spasming every so often and he was still a little sore from his center visit earlier in the day.
The bathroom was steamy when he opened the door.
"You sure you feel okay, babe?" Jim stuck his head out of the shower, pulling the curtain back enough to see Blair.
Blair stacked Jim's sweats on the closed toilet set, opening the linen closet for a few towels. "Yeah, I'm okay, just feeling a little off, is all." Blair turned to the sink, grabbing his toothbrush and some paste. "But Mary Ellen said everything was fine."
Jim stepped over the rim, playfully pulling Blair close. "Hey man, you're wet. Now I'm wet."
"That's the plan, Chief." He pulled at the hem of Blair's T-shirt, skimming his hands up over sensitive nipples.
"Jim!" Blair jumped, but didn't move away from the roaming hands. "Your boss, our boss is sitting out on our sofa."
Jim mumbled something into Blair's neck, nipping at his earlobe as his hands roamed lower, fingers splayed over the swell of his belly.
"What will he think..." but the words were cut off, swallowed by a heated kiss.
Jim pulled away, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Blair, you are heavily pregnant with my child. I'm sure he has figured out that we fool around."
"That's not the point." Blair insisted, all the while taking off his T-shirt and working on pushing his pants down. "Besides I'm huge, just what do you think we will be able to do."
"I'll take care of that, don't worry." Jim said, leaning in for another kiss. Blair still had his pants around his knees, overbalancing when he leaned in to meet Jim's waiting mouth.
Jim grabbed his shoulders, keeping him on his feet. He carefully picked up the clothes on the toilet lid and then guided Blair to sit. After a quick kiss he leaned down and helped Bair take off the rest of his clothes. "Beautiful." He whispered, leaning in to lay his head on Blair's bare belly.
"Can you hear the baby?" Blair asked a few minutes later.
Jim was beaming when he lifted his head. "His heartbeat is so much faster than yours."
"His?" Blair asked, leaning in and hugging Jim to him, resting his head onJim’s shoulder.
"Could be a her." Jim conceded, holding Blair close. "It's a bit cold in here."
Blair laughed, pushing Jim back and standing with him. "I don't want to disappoint you, but I'm really tired." Blair kissed him one more time then pulled the shower curtain to get in.
He could hear Jim dressing as the warm water washed down his body. It felt so nice.
"Will you be okay by yourself?" Jim wanted to know.
"Yeah, I'll be quick." Blair assured him, already soaping up, trying not to get his hair wet.
"Okay, babe. I'll be in the living room." Blair heard the door opening and then clicking shut.
He enjoyed the warmth for a few more minutes and then shut off the water. Once out and dry he began to dress, having a bit of a time getting his nightshirt over his head. Once decent he made his way to the living room, leaning over to kiss Jim goodnight.
"Night Simon." He added, as he straightened up.
"Goodnight, Sandburg."
"I'll be up in a bit, Chief." Jim called as he made his way slowly up the steps.
He lay on his side, squirming to find a comfy stop before drifting off to sleep.
*~*~*
Hours later he woke with a start. Blair looked to the nightstand, searching for the alarm clock. It was only a bit after 2:00 a.m.
He could hear Jim stirring next to him and felt bad that he had woken his partner. "Sorry, man," he whispered, remembering their guest down below them on the couch.
"S'kay." Jim sat up a little and looked at the clock. Blair knew they were planning on heading out early, figuring that they would have to clear off the truck before heading to the station.
Jim only had a few more days to work before he went on leave. Blair was glad he wanted to spend the last week or so before the baby came together.
Jim lay back down, pulling Blair with him. Jim snuggled up behind him, resting his hand on Blair's hip. Blair pressed his body back, bumping into Jim's erection. Reaching behind him, he pushed his hand into Jim's shorts, squeezing him gently. He felt bad about earlier, least he could do was help Jim get off.
It had been a long while since they had really made love. Jim was always willing, but Blair's moods had been weird, to say the least, and he felt huge most of the time, despite that Jim always made sure to tell him how much he loved how Blair looked.
An unexpected hand found his own penis and caressed Blair lightly. It felt nice, relaxed. Jim started to kiss and nibble his neck again, knowing how much it turned Blair on.
They stayed that way for awhile, each rubbing and caressing, Jim dotting tiny kisses on his shoulder and back, before trailing up to his neck. Time passed and Blair almost fell back to sleep, but he could feel Jim rolling him onto his back, pulling his shorts off. Blair shivered eyes half closed as Jim leaned down and disappeared between his legs. A smooth mouth enveloped him and he arched his back slightly, stifling his moan with his fist.
Some time later, Blair clenched the railing over his head, ever mindful of the soft snores drifting up from the couch. He could see the top of Jim's head bopping up over the swell of his stomach. The hot mouth and knowing fingers were his undoing and he came with a low moan, biting into Jim's pillow.
Jim nipped and sucked his way up Blair's body and suddenly Blair wanted more, much more. Jim played with a nipple, running a slow tongue over the tender tip.
"Please, Jim." Blair pulled on him, not really sure where he wanted Jim to touch him next. Jim was moving over his body, smelling his skin, licking his flesh. "Please, please, please."
Jim sat up and looked down at him. Blair didn't care that he was practically begging, or that he lay with his arms over his head and his legs spread wide. He didn't even care that his huge belly blocked some of his view of Jim's glorious body.
Blair turned over and started to push up, but Jim stopped him with a hand to his back. "That won't be too comfortable after awhile, babe. Let me think for a minute."
Jim moved away from Blair's body, leaving him feeling slightly cold. He was getting more frustrated as time ticked by, but Jim was right and he wanted this to be good for the both of them.
Suddenly Jim's hand was on his hip, making him jump. "Shh, baby. I'll make it good for you. Lie on your side, pull your legs up."
Blair did, still shaking, but this time from anticipation. Jim's clever fingers worked to open him. It had been so long. "Hurry, Jim."
"Shh...just relax." Jim took his time, making Blair crazy with the slow pace. By the time he felt something decadently bigger press into him, he was sobbing with relief. Jim stopped suddenly, running his hand up over Blair's shoulder.
"No," Blair panted. "Don’t stop." He pushed himself back onto Jim.
A hand grabbed his hip, trying to hold him still. "Okay, babe, okay." And then Jim was moving slowly, tiny thrusts, just barely rocking Blair's body.
God, he needed more, wanted more. "I can't...God..." Jim stopped instantly and Blair almost cried in frustration. He pulled away from Jim, pushing him back as he did. It took him a few minutes to get turned around, pushing off Jim's helping hands. He knew that Jim thought he had hurt him, but he didn't care, he just wanted to get Jim's body where he wanted it.
Once he managed to get up on his knees, he pushed Jim back and leaned in to kiss him long and hard, his belly bumping into Jim’s. He got his leg up and over the silky skin of Jim's stomach and pushed back with his hips, groping behind him in a frenzy, grabbing and pumping Jim's flagging erection. "More lube," he moaned into his partner's mouth and smiled as Jim searched the bed with his hand, finding and pouring some into his hand.
Blair reached behind him again, using long, soft strokes. He watched Jim's face, eyes closed in pleasure, but as he positioned himself, Jim's eyes flew open. "Blair, you're going to hurt yourself."
Before Jim could say anything else, he pushed down, moaning when he felt Jim's length stretch him open. He sat still for a moment, breathing deep. When he was sure that there was no pain, he started to move, slowly at first, making sure that Jim was hitting that spot deep inside. Lost in his own world of pleasure, he sped up as much as he could, squeezing Jim on each upward movement. He grabbed Jim's hands and placed them on his chest, knowing that Jim would know what he liked and just how much pressure to put on his sensitive parts.
Blair leaned over, putting his hands on the bed for more leverage. Jim reached up with his mouth, doing wonderful things with his nipples and Blair's own penis was trapped between their bodies. He moved faster and faster, not caring that the bed was moving and the snoring from downstairs stopped, he only concentrated on the feel of Jim in him and on him.
Jim's breath was hitting his wet flesh; his own breath was coming in strangled moans. He knew that neither one of them would last much longer, but he wanted it to go on forever. He loved this feeling, not only the physical pleasure, but the warmth and love he felt for Jim and knew that Jim felt for him.
Too soon Jim moaned into his chest and Blair sat up a bitter straighter, loving the tingle that was working it's way up his spine, a bit surprise to realize Jim was pumping him, his big hand between their bodies. Blair looked down, watching his lover's hand moving in quick, sharp movements, the sight of it sending him over the edge.
Jim gently rolled him off and over to his back, still holding on to him, still pumping slightly as Blair shivered in ecstasy.
"I love you," Jim whispered into his ear.
"I love you too," Blair replied, smiling as Jim quietly opened the nightstand drawer and pulled the baby wipes out.
If Joel's wife only knew...
Soon he was clean and dry and back under the covers, sleeping in Jim's arms.
*~*~*
The bed dipped, startling Blair awake.
"Sorry, babe. Go back to sleep." The overcast sun was just coming through the skylight.
"What time is it?" Blair rolled over, snuggling into Jim's arms.
"It's about 8:30. We couldn't dig out the truck. It's got to be three foot out there." Jim kissed the top of Blair's head. "Simon called for transport, but it will probably be awhile before they can get through."
"Oh." Blair sat up slowly, stretching and yawning, feeling a small twinge in his belly. He swung his legs off the bed and tried to stand up. Jim was up in a shot and around the bed, supporting him under his elbow as he stood. "Thanks, man."
Jim kissed him and then turned him toward the stairs. "Go clean up, Simon is making breakfast.
Blair slowly made it down, smiling at Simon as he past.
"Morning, Sandburg." Simon's smirk wasn't lost on Blair. "Did you sleep well?"
"Umm," Blair looked to Jim as he weaved past him and into the bathroom. "Yeah, sure."
"Good, good. Well breakfast will be served in a minute." Simon turned his attention back to the skillet as Jim emerged from the bathroom.
"All yours." Jim winked on his way by.
Blair closed the door behind him; leaning heavily against the door, heat burning his cheeks. He went to sit down on the toilet, tiny aches making themselves known. Halfway there he felt an odd pop and then a gush of fluid hit the floor. At first he though he wet himself and then he realized just what happen. Before he could call, Jim was banging frantically on the door.
He didn't remember locking it. It took a few seconds to get his legs to move, stepping carefully around the mess he just made. As soon as the knob was turned, Jim rushed in looking at Blair and then the floor.
"I'm okay, I'm okay," Blair repeated until Jim seemed to snap out of his mini zone.
"Blair, your water broke." Leave it to Jim to state the obvious. "Here, sit, sit." And Blair found himself being pushed back and around the puddle until he was against the toilet. He sat down, surprised to feel that he was still leaking.
Oh god. My water broke.
Jim was talking. Blair looked up to see he was on the phone and Simon was hovering near the door. "Okay, I'll call you back."
Jim dropped down in front of him, "Are you okay, babe? Are you in any pain?"
He shook his head. He felt fine, a little weird, but no pain.
"Okay, okay, let's get you cleaned up. Simon?" Jim turned and walked to the bathroom door to talk to their friend. He wasn't sure what Jim was saying, but it only took a few minutes before he was back helping Blair to stand. "Come on, babe."
Jim led him to the tub, turning on the faucet, testing the temperature. "Come on, Blair. Step in and sit on the rim." Jim put a towel down and wet a washcloth. "I called Mary Ellen. She said you shouldn't sit in the water, but I can wash you up."
Clean seemed like a good idea, the sticky mess squishing between his legs. "Can I take a shower?" his voice quivering.
"If you want, I'll help you." Jim stood and grabbed a few things from the linen closet. He made sure the water was only luke-warm and turned on the shower nozzle. "Will you be okay for a few minutes? I'm going to clean this up."
Blair nodded, feeling a little numb. He stood up and pulled the curtain partly closed. Jim stepped out, but Blair could hear him talking to Simon again. They were talking about the transport and water and towels. Blair befuddled brain finally remembered the snowstorm, but he wasn't too worried. It could be hours before he gave birth.
God that was a funny thought...I’m going to give birth.
"What's wrong, Blair?" Jim was back outside the tub, talking through the shower curtain, working on cleaning the floor and toilet.
"Nothing, just thinking." He shut off the water, feeling a lot cleaner, even though he just stood under the calming spray.
Jim helped him step out and wrapped him in a thick robe. "Let's get you comfortable."
Blair held Jim's hand, feeling a little shaky as he walked into the living room. Jim took him to the couch and he sank down, shifting to find a comfortable spot.
Jim sat in front of him on the coffee table. "I told you I called Mary Ellen. She said that they are going to try to get out to us as soon as they can. The main roads are still being cleared, so we might have to hold out for a while."
Blair could feel the blood drain from his face. "What if I can't wait?"
Jim squeezed his arm in comfort. "Hey, we're okay here. We're warm and safe here.
I've got some experience with this kind of stuff, Chief." Jim smiled, but it seemed forced to Blair.
He had to trust Jim. It would all be all right. "Okay."
"Okay. Now you need to eat and rest. Do you want to stay on the couch?" Jim stood, looking down at him expectantly.
He nodded, leaning his head back and closing his eyes as a tiny ripple moved through his belly. He must have made a face, because Jim was suddenly in front of him again.
"I'm okay." Blair looked into Jim's eyes. "I think...I think I'm starting to have contractions."
"That's to be expected, Chief." Jim smiled and patted his shoulder as he stood. "I'll be back in a sec, just relax Blair."
Jim moved around in the kitchen, opening cabinets and drawers, pouring something into a glass. The kettle whistled just as the front door opened. Blair looked up as Simon came in, the big first aid kit under his arm and the inflatable camping bed dragged behind him. Jim sat a tray on the table, talking to Simon briefly.
"Put it over by the wood stove. I've got clean white sheets in the linen closet. Blair washed and bleached them yesterday."
Simon nodded, smiling up at Blair before he unrolled the bed and started to pump it up.
Jim handed him a glass of juice, sitting the tray over his lap. The smell was enticing, but he was somewhat afraid to eat.
"It's okay, babe. Mary Ellen said you can eat anything light and to drink lots of fluid."
Blair nodded, picking up his fork and poking at the scrambled eggs. He was hungry, but also a little nauseous. Jim came back with a mug. Blair took the hot drink and sipped on it. Early in his pregnancy, he was sick just about every morning...and noon...and evening. Luckily it only lasted a few weeks, but Blair didn't want to be sick like that again anytime soon. Tea always seemed to settle and soothe his stomach, so he was glad to be sipping on the hot brew.
Simon went into the bathroom and came back with an armful of linen. Blair watched as he made up the bed, pillows facing the balcony. When he was done he stood up, looking around a little uncomfortably. "I'll go put the towels in the dryer." And then Simon was gone.
"Was it something I said?" Blair laughed.
"No, babe." Jim walked down the hall and then came back with a blanket and a few white towels. "I just think he's not sure what to do with himself. I think he doesn't want to intrude."
"God, he already heard us having sex, man. Why should he be embarrassed about seeing me like this?" Blair pushed himself up and Jim hurried over to help.
"What do you need?"
"Bathroom." Blair said. Together they moved down the hall. Jim let Blair go as he stood in front of the toilet. When he was finished, he washed his hands and looked into the mirror. He looked like he just rolled out of bed. Well he had, he guessed. He took a few minutes to brush his teeth and hair. Once all the tangles and knots were out, he pulled his curls back and tied a piece of leather to hold it.
On the way back to the couch another twinge wrapped around his belly. He stopped suddenly, grasping Jim's hand. After a second he released his hold and moved forward.
"It's been about half an hour since the last one." Jim said as he guided Blair to the couch. "That's good. We have time."
After a while Simon was back, a basket of freshly laundered towels sat by the balcony doors. Blair wondered about them, and then realized that Jim was just planning ahead, just in case. Blair also noted the two large pots sitting on the burners and the first aid kit was open on the counter. He wanted to ask Jim what the plan was, but decided against it, not really sure he wanted to know.
He was holding out the hope that he would be able to make it to the birthing center. They had spent many a quiet night talking out the details of their child's birth. Blair was adamant that he didn't want to deliver their baby in a hospital. He wanted something more natural. Jim was worried, since this was their first child, but he also wanted Blair to be completely comfortable. So they compromised. The birthing center was a quiet, comfortable place with lots of birthing options, but the hospital was adjacent, in case emergency transport was needed.
They had been going to the center from the start. Seeing the midwives for check ups and taking classes to help their understanding of the whole process and also so they would know what to expect. They toured the birthing rooms, finding all the options appealing. There was a birthing tub, a special stool that Blair especially liked and a few rooms with comfortable, adjustable beds. There was even a sling, but that seemed a little too daunting. They found that they could use any or all of the rooms, moving back and forth as needed.
But now with the storm and the snow still steadily falling, they might not have a choice and that was terrifying to Blair.
Time passed, they all sat in the living room, watching TV. Through out the morning and into the afternoon, Jim would ask him if he wanted to lie down, but Blair knew that once he was down, he might not be able to get back up and that scared him. He wanted to be able to get up and move around as long as possible.
The pains came and went, at first very mild, sometimes not that noticeable, but now late into the evening he definitely knew when he was having a contraction, even though they were still manageable. Blair tried to take his mind off his worries; he tried to pay attention to the program on TV. Jim had put it on the Discovery channel, but Blair had taken control of the remote and was mostly just flipping around.
Jim called their midwife several times, getting instructions and reassurance, Blair was sure.
Now it was nearly 5:30 in the evening and Blair's contractions were coming about 10 to 15 minutes apart. Jim had explained that the emergency routes were mostly cleared, but the side roads were still tricky. Mary Ellen was hopeful that they should be able to get to them by late evening. What Blair didn't know was that if they couldn't transport him by nightfall, chances were that they would be on their own. The ambulance company would risk the pickup if possible, but Jim and Mary Ellen agreed that it would not be safe with the dropping temperature and icy roads.
On Jim's last call he seemed relieved. The midwife told him she was coming with a volunteer, who had been picking up hospital employees in a four-wheel drive. They were on the road and making steady progress toward Prospect.
*~*~*
Part Two
Author: Twilight
Rated: Rish
Summary: Jim and Blair are expecting
Feedback: Always welcome.
Warnings: Not really, just some medical type stuff and this is a MPREG, so if that's not
your thing, don't read.
Notes: A huge thank you to my beta Kerensa. Originally posted to the MPREG archive.
*~*~*
Blair stood in front of the frost covered balcony doors, a slight shiver rocked his body and he wrapped his arms more tightly around himself. The road below was covered in a fluffy white and in the darkness of night the streetlights cast a silvery glow on the walkways and shops around the loft.
Most businesses had closed earlier in the day, the unusually heavy snowfall reeking havoc on Cascade and the surrounding suburbs. He rubbed his back absently; shifting back a few steps to feel the heat of the wood stove that stood in the corner, and then continued his study of the skyline.
It seemed that most days he found himself looking out the windows and around the home he found, enjoying the comfort and warm feeling, close to tears most times.
Damn hormones.
The front door lock clicked and swung open with a moan of protest. He quickly wiped his eyes, knowing it didn't matter, that Jim would have smelled the salty tears from blocks away.
Jim hung his jacket, stomping some clinging snow from his boats on the throw rug in front of the door. He quirked a small smile at Blair and then turned to take their guest's coat.
Blair took a deep breath, moving toward the kitchen, nodding his head toward Simon in greeting. Dinner was almost ready and he was glad he made a casserole, as Jim had called to tell him they would be having company.
It seemed that in the surrounding areas the snowfall had accumulated to feet instead of inches as it had in the city. Simon was spending the night, leaving for work from their closer location instead of trying to make it home and back again in the morning.
"Something smells good." Simon commented, accepting a beer from Blair.
"Thanks, it'll be done a few minutes. Make yourself at home." Blair turned back to his cutting board, slicing carrots and green peppers for the salad. He wiped his sleeve over his forehead, feeling a bit hot.
Jim came up behind him as he tossed the fresh vegetables in the salad bowl. It felt good when Jim gently snaked his arms around Blair's belly, rubbing lightly.
"What did Mary Ellen say?" Jim asked, kissing him lightly on the neck.
Blair turned in his arms, hugging hard. "Everything is fine. Right on schedule."
"You feeling okay?" Jim was rubbing up and down Blair's achy back and he sighed, sinking deeper into the comforting arms.
"Yeah," Blair raised his head, giving Jim a quick peck on the mouth before moving away to dig in the fridge. "Just a little tired and my back is giving me some problems again."
Jim set the table; making sure Blair's lumbar pillow was on his chair. Enticing smells emanated from the oven as Blair leaned in and removed the heavy dish. He slowly made his way to the table; Simon stood and took the dish from Blair when he brought it into the dinning area.
"It's not that heavy, man."
Simon just shrugged, pulling out Blair's chair, unable to resist a pat to Blair's belly. "You sure you still have a few weeks left? Looks like you might pop."
"Feels like it too." Blair laughed, filling his plate with chicken and broccoli.
"Gave me quite a scare earlier this week." Jim said, digging into his dinner.
"How so?" Simon wanted to know. "Good stuff, Sandburg," was followed by the sounds of chewing.
"Thanks and don't mind Jim. Every little twinge sends him into a panic." Blair smirked, passing the bread to Simon.
"Hey, I don't recall you smiling the other night." Jim challenged. "Seems like you might have been a little panicked too."
Blair didn't answer, instead he just went back to eating, scooping out a second helping of casserole.
"So what happened to send my best detective into a panic?" Simon asked around a mouthful of bread.
"Nothing, really." Blair stood, taking his half finished plate into the kitchen. "Just was having an odd pain every so often. The midwife said they were probably false labor pains. It happens."
"Oh, I remember them." Simon said. "Joan had them for a few weeks before Daryl was born."
"Told ya, Jim. Nothing to worry about." Blair brought in a store bought pound cake and some strawberry topping, then went back to the kitchen to rinse the dishes, so he missed Jim's knowing look.
After the dessert was finished Simon stood and collected his dishes, but Jim intercepted him and nodded toward the couch.
"Well, that was great. Thanks for letting me stay with you two this evening." Simon dropped onto the sofa and turned on the TV.
Jim cleared the table, scooping the leftovers into a container. "No biggy, make yourself at home, Simon. Might find a good movie on."
The dishes were done in quick order, Blair washing and Jim drying. Once the counter and table were wiped down, Blair rung out his dishcloth and hung it over the faucet.
Jim excused himself to the bathroom, to take a shower before settling on the couch for the evening.
Blair went upstairs to get them both some comfortable clothes, planning on having a shower too, then going to bed early. He was sure that Jim and Simon would stay up a bit and talk and that was fine with him. He didn't feel like staying up and entertaining. His back was spasming every so often and he was still a little sore from his center visit earlier in the day.
The bathroom was steamy when he opened the door.
"You sure you feel okay, babe?" Jim stuck his head out of the shower, pulling the curtain back enough to see Blair.
Blair stacked Jim's sweats on the closed toilet set, opening the linen closet for a few towels. "Yeah, I'm okay, just feeling a little off, is all." Blair turned to the sink, grabbing his toothbrush and some paste. "But Mary Ellen said everything was fine."
Jim stepped over the rim, playfully pulling Blair close. "Hey man, you're wet. Now I'm wet."
"That's the plan, Chief." He pulled at the hem of Blair's T-shirt, skimming his hands up over sensitive nipples.
"Jim!" Blair jumped, but didn't move away from the roaming hands. "Your boss, our boss is sitting out on our sofa."
Jim mumbled something into Blair's neck, nipping at his earlobe as his hands roamed lower, fingers splayed over the swell of his belly.
"What will he think..." but the words were cut off, swallowed by a heated kiss.
Jim pulled away, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Blair, you are heavily pregnant with my child. I'm sure he has figured out that we fool around."
"That's not the point." Blair insisted, all the while taking off his T-shirt and working on pushing his pants down. "Besides I'm huge, just what do you think we will be able to do."
"I'll take care of that, don't worry." Jim said, leaning in for another kiss. Blair still had his pants around his knees, overbalancing when he leaned in to meet Jim's waiting mouth.
Jim grabbed his shoulders, keeping him on his feet. He carefully picked up the clothes on the toilet lid and then guided Blair to sit. After a quick kiss he leaned down and helped Bair take off the rest of his clothes. "Beautiful." He whispered, leaning in to lay his head on Blair's bare belly.
"Can you hear the baby?" Blair asked a few minutes later.
Jim was beaming when he lifted his head. "His heartbeat is so much faster than yours."
"His?" Blair asked, leaning in and hugging Jim to him, resting his head onJim’s shoulder.
"Could be a her." Jim conceded, holding Blair close. "It's a bit cold in here."
Blair laughed, pushing Jim back and standing with him. "I don't want to disappoint you, but I'm really tired." Blair kissed him one more time then pulled the shower curtain to get in.
He could hear Jim dressing as the warm water washed down his body. It felt so nice.
"Will you be okay by yourself?" Jim wanted to know.
"Yeah, I'll be quick." Blair assured him, already soaping up, trying not to get his hair wet.
"Okay, babe. I'll be in the living room." Blair heard the door opening and then clicking shut.
He enjoyed the warmth for a few more minutes and then shut off the water. Once out and dry he began to dress, having a bit of a time getting his nightshirt over his head. Once decent he made his way to the living room, leaning over to kiss Jim goodnight.
"Night Simon." He added, as he straightened up.
"Goodnight, Sandburg."
"I'll be up in a bit, Chief." Jim called as he made his way slowly up the steps.
He lay on his side, squirming to find a comfy stop before drifting off to sleep.
*~*~*
Hours later he woke with a start. Blair looked to the nightstand, searching for the alarm clock. It was only a bit after 2:00 a.m.
He could hear Jim stirring next to him and felt bad that he had woken his partner. "Sorry, man," he whispered, remembering their guest down below them on the couch.
"S'kay." Jim sat up a little and looked at the clock. Blair knew they were planning on heading out early, figuring that they would have to clear off the truck before heading to the station.
Jim only had a few more days to work before he went on leave. Blair was glad he wanted to spend the last week or so before the baby came together.
Jim lay back down, pulling Blair with him. Jim snuggled up behind him, resting his hand on Blair's hip. Blair pressed his body back, bumping into Jim's erection. Reaching behind him, he pushed his hand into Jim's shorts, squeezing him gently. He felt bad about earlier, least he could do was help Jim get off.
It had been a long while since they had really made love. Jim was always willing, but Blair's moods had been weird, to say the least, and he felt huge most of the time, despite that Jim always made sure to tell him how much he loved how Blair looked.
An unexpected hand found his own penis and caressed Blair lightly. It felt nice, relaxed. Jim started to kiss and nibble his neck again, knowing how much it turned Blair on.
They stayed that way for awhile, each rubbing and caressing, Jim dotting tiny kisses on his shoulder and back, before trailing up to his neck. Time passed and Blair almost fell back to sleep, but he could feel Jim rolling him onto his back, pulling his shorts off. Blair shivered eyes half closed as Jim leaned down and disappeared between his legs. A smooth mouth enveloped him and he arched his back slightly, stifling his moan with his fist.
Some time later, Blair clenched the railing over his head, ever mindful of the soft snores drifting up from the couch. He could see the top of Jim's head bopping up over the swell of his stomach. The hot mouth and knowing fingers were his undoing and he came with a low moan, biting into Jim's pillow.
Jim nipped and sucked his way up Blair's body and suddenly Blair wanted more, much more. Jim played with a nipple, running a slow tongue over the tender tip.
"Please, Jim." Blair pulled on him, not really sure where he wanted Jim to touch him next. Jim was moving over his body, smelling his skin, licking his flesh. "Please, please, please."
Jim sat up and looked down at him. Blair didn't care that he was practically begging, or that he lay with his arms over his head and his legs spread wide. He didn't even care that his huge belly blocked some of his view of Jim's glorious body.
Blair turned over and started to push up, but Jim stopped him with a hand to his back. "That won't be too comfortable after awhile, babe. Let me think for a minute."
Jim moved away from Blair's body, leaving him feeling slightly cold. He was getting more frustrated as time ticked by, but Jim was right and he wanted this to be good for the both of them.
Suddenly Jim's hand was on his hip, making him jump. "Shh, baby. I'll make it good for you. Lie on your side, pull your legs up."
Blair did, still shaking, but this time from anticipation. Jim's clever fingers worked to open him. It had been so long. "Hurry, Jim."
"Shh...just relax." Jim took his time, making Blair crazy with the slow pace. By the time he felt something decadently bigger press into him, he was sobbing with relief. Jim stopped suddenly, running his hand up over Blair's shoulder.
"No," Blair panted. "Don’t stop." He pushed himself back onto Jim.
A hand grabbed his hip, trying to hold him still. "Okay, babe, okay." And then Jim was moving slowly, tiny thrusts, just barely rocking Blair's body.
God, he needed more, wanted more. "I can't...God..." Jim stopped instantly and Blair almost cried in frustration. He pulled away from Jim, pushing him back as he did. It took him a few minutes to get turned around, pushing off Jim's helping hands. He knew that Jim thought he had hurt him, but he didn't care, he just wanted to get Jim's body where he wanted it.
Once he managed to get up on his knees, he pushed Jim back and leaned in to kiss him long and hard, his belly bumping into Jim’s. He got his leg up and over the silky skin of Jim's stomach and pushed back with his hips, groping behind him in a frenzy, grabbing and pumping Jim's flagging erection. "More lube," he moaned into his partner's mouth and smiled as Jim searched the bed with his hand, finding and pouring some into his hand.
Blair reached behind him again, using long, soft strokes. He watched Jim's face, eyes closed in pleasure, but as he positioned himself, Jim's eyes flew open. "Blair, you're going to hurt yourself."
Before Jim could say anything else, he pushed down, moaning when he felt Jim's length stretch him open. He sat still for a moment, breathing deep. When he was sure that there was no pain, he started to move, slowly at first, making sure that Jim was hitting that spot deep inside. Lost in his own world of pleasure, he sped up as much as he could, squeezing Jim on each upward movement. He grabbed Jim's hands and placed them on his chest, knowing that Jim would know what he liked and just how much pressure to put on his sensitive parts.
Blair leaned over, putting his hands on the bed for more leverage. Jim reached up with his mouth, doing wonderful things with his nipples and Blair's own penis was trapped between their bodies. He moved faster and faster, not caring that the bed was moving and the snoring from downstairs stopped, he only concentrated on the feel of Jim in him and on him.
Jim's breath was hitting his wet flesh; his own breath was coming in strangled moans. He knew that neither one of them would last much longer, but he wanted it to go on forever. He loved this feeling, not only the physical pleasure, but the warmth and love he felt for Jim and knew that Jim felt for him.
Too soon Jim moaned into his chest and Blair sat up a bitter straighter, loving the tingle that was working it's way up his spine, a bit surprise to realize Jim was pumping him, his big hand between their bodies. Blair looked down, watching his lover's hand moving in quick, sharp movements, the sight of it sending him over the edge.
Jim gently rolled him off and over to his back, still holding on to him, still pumping slightly as Blair shivered in ecstasy.
"I love you," Jim whispered into his ear.
"I love you too," Blair replied, smiling as Jim quietly opened the nightstand drawer and pulled the baby wipes out.
If Joel's wife only knew...
Soon he was clean and dry and back under the covers, sleeping in Jim's arms.
*~*~*
The bed dipped, startling Blair awake.
"Sorry, babe. Go back to sleep." The overcast sun was just coming through the skylight.
"What time is it?" Blair rolled over, snuggling into Jim's arms.
"It's about 8:30. We couldn't dig out the truck. It's got to be three foot out there." Jim kissed the top of Blair's head. "Simon called for transport, but it will probably be awhile before they can get through."
"Oh." Blair sat up slowly, stretching and yawning, feeling a small twinge in his belly. He swung his legs off the bed and tried to stand up. Jim was up in a shot and around the bed, supporting him under his elbow as he stood. "Thanks, man."
Jim kissed him and then turned him toward the stairs. "Go clean up, Simon is making breakfast.
Blair slowly made it down, smiling at Simon as he past.
"Morning, Sandburg." Simon's smirk wasn't lost on Blair. "Did you sleep well?"
"Umm," Blair looked to Jim as he weaved past him and into the bathroom. "Yeah, sure."
"Good, good. Well breakfast will be served in a minute." Simon turned his attention back to the skillet as Jim emerged from the bathroom.
"All yours." Jim winked on his way by.
Blair closed the door behind him; leaning heavily against the door, heat burning his cheeks. He went to sit down on the toilet, tiny aches making themselves known. Halfway there he felt an odd pop and then a gush of fluid hit the floor. At first he though he wet himself and then he realized just what happen. Before he could call, Jim was banging frantically on the door.
He didn't remember locking it. It took a few seconds to get his legs to move, stepping carefully around the mess he just made. As soon as the knob was turned, Jim rushed in looking at Blair and then the floor.
"I'm okay, I'm okay," Blair repeated until Jim seemed to snap out of his mini zone.
"Blair, your water broke." Leave it to Jim to state the obvious. "Here, sit, sit." And Blair found himself being pushed back and around the puddle until he was against the toilet. He sat down, surprised to feel that he was still leaking.
Oh god. My water broke.
Jim was talking. Blair looked up to see he was on the phone and Simon was hovering near the door. "Okay, I'll call you back."
Jim dropped down in front of him, "Are you okay, babe? Are you in any pain?"
He shook his head. He felt fine, a little weird, but no pain.
"Okay, okay, let's get you cleaned up. Simon?" Jim turned and walked to the bathroom door to talk to their friend. He wasn't sure what Jim was saying, but it only took a few minutes before he was back helping Blair to stand. "Come on, babe."
Jim led him to the tub, turning on the faucet, testing the temperature. "Come on, Blair. Step in and sit on the rim." Jim put a towel down and wet a washcloth. "I called Mary Ellen. She said you shouldn't sit in the water, but I can wash you up."
Clean seemed like a good idea, the sticky mess squishing between his legs. "Can I take a shower?" his voice quivering.
"If you want, I'll help you." Jim stood and grabbed a few things from the linen closet. He made sure the water was only luke-warm and turned on the shower nozzle. "Will you be okay for a few minutes? I'm going to clean this up."
Blair nodded, feeling a little numb. He stood up and pulled the curtain partly closed. Jim stepped out, but Blair could hear him talking to Simon again. They were talking about the transport and water and towels. Blair befuddled brain finally remembered the snowstorm, but he wasn't too worried. It could be hours before he gave birth.
God that was a funny thought...I’m going to give birth.
"What's wrong, Blair?" Jim was back outside the tub, talking through the shower curtain, working on cleaning the floor and toilet.
"Nothing, just thinking." He shut off the water, feeling a lot cleaner, even though he just stood under the calming spray.
Jim helped him step out and wrapped him in a thick robe. "Let's get you comfortable."
Blair held Jim's hand, feeling a little shaky as he walked into the living room. Jim took him to the couch and he sank down, shifting to find a comfortable spot.
Jim sat in front of him on the coffee table. "I told you I called Mary Ellen. She said that they are going to try to get out to us as soon as they can. The main roads are still being cleared, so we might have to hold out for a while."
Blair could feel the blood drain from his face. "What if I can't wait?"
Jim squeezed his arm in comfort. "Hey, we're okay here. We're warm and safe here.
I've got some experience with this kind of stuff, Chief." Jim smiled, but it seemed forced to Blair.
He had to trust Jim. It would all be all right. "Okay."
"Okay. Now you need to eat and rest. Do you want to stay on the couch?" Jim stood, looking down at him expectantly.
He nodded, leaning his head back and closing his eyes as a tiny ripple moved through his belly. He must have made a face, because Jim was suddenly in front of him again.
"I'm okay." Blair looked into Jim's eyes. "I think...I think I'm starting to have contractions."
"That's to be expected, Chief." Jim smiled and patted his shoulder as he stood. "I'll be back in a sec, just relax Blair."
Jim moved around in the kitchen, opening cabinets and drawers, pouring something into a glass. The kettle whistled just as the front door opened. Blair looked up as Simon came in, the big first aid kit under his arm and the inflatable camping bed dragged behind him. Jim sat a tray on the table, talking to Simon briefly.
"Put it over by the wood stove. I've got clean white sheets in the linen closet. Blair washed and bleached them yesterday."
Simon nodded, smiling up at Blair before he unrolled the bed and started to pump it up.
Jim handed him a glass of juice, sitting the tray over his lap. The smell was enticing, but he was somewhat afraid to eat.
"It's okay, babe. Mary Ellen said you can eat anything light and to drink lots of fluid."
Blair nodded, picking up his fork and poking at the scrambled eggs. He was hungry, but also a little nauseous. Jim came back with a mug. Blair took the hot drink and sipped on it. Early in his pregnancy, he was sick just about every morning...and noon...and evening. Luckily it only lasted a few weeks, but Blair didn't want to be sick like that again anytime soon. Tea always seemed to settle and soothe his stomach, so he was glad to be sipping on the hot brew.
Simon went into the bathroom and came back with an armful of linen. Blair watched as he made up the bed, pillows facing the balcony. When he was done he stood up, looking around a little uncomfortably. "I'll go put the towels in the dryer." And then Simon was gone.
"Was it something I said?" Blair laughed.
"No, babe." Jim walked down the hall and then came back with a blanket and a few white towels. "I just think he's not sure what to do with himself. I think he doesn't want to intrude."
"God, he already heard us having sex, man. Why should he be embarrassed about seeing me like this?" Blair pushed himself up and Jim hurried over to help.
"What do you need?"
"Bathroom." Blair said. Together they moved down the hall. Jim let Blair go as he stood in front of the toilet. When he was finished, he washed his hands and looked into the mirror. He looked like he just rolled out of bed. Well he had, he guessed. He took a few minutes to brush his teeth and hair. Once all the tangles and knots were out, he pulled his curls back and tied a piece of leather to hold it.
On the way back to the couch another twinge wrapped around his belly. He stopped suddenly, grasping Jim's hand. After a second he released his hold and moved forward.
"It's been about half an hour since the last one." Jim said as he guided Blair to the couch. "That's good. We have time."
After a while Simon was back, a basket of freshly laundered towels sat by the balcony doors. Blair wondered about them, and then realized that Jim was just planning ahead, just in case. Blair also noted the two large pots sitting on the burners and the first aid kit was open on the counter. He wanted to ask Jim what the plan was, but decided against it, not really sure he wanted to know.
He was holding out the hope that he would be able to make it to the birthing center. They had spent many a quiet night talking out the details of their child's birth. Blair was adamant that he didn't want to deliver their baby in a hospital. He wanted something more natural. Jim was worried, since this was their first child, but he also wanted Blair to be completely comfortable. So they compromised. The birthing center was a quiet, comfortable place with lots of birthing options, but the hospital was adjacent, in case emergency transport was needed.
They had been going to the center from the start. Seeing the midwives for check ups and taking classes to help their understanding of the whole process and also so they would know what to expect. They toured the birthing rooms, finding all the options appealing. There was a birthing tub, a special stool that Blair especially liked and a few rooms with comfortable, adjustable beds. There was even a sling, but that seemed a little too daunting. They found that they could use any or all of the rooms, moving back and forth as needed.
But now with the storm and the snow still steadily falling, they might not have a choice and that was terrifying to Blair.
Time passed, they all sat in the living room, watching TV. Through out the morning and into the afternoon, Jim would ask him if he wanted to lie down, but Blair knew that once he was down, he might not be able to get back up and that scared him. He wanted to be able to get up and move around as long as possible.
The pains came and went, at first very mild, sometimes not that noticeable, but now late into the evening he definitely knew when he was having a contraction, even though they were still manageable. Blair tried to take his mind off his worries; he tried to pay attention to the program on TV. Jim had put it on the Discovery channel, but Blair had taken control of the remote and was mostly just flipping around.
Jim called their midwife several times, getting instructions and reassurance, Blair was sure.
Now it was nearly 5:30 in the evening and Blair's contractions were coming about 10 to 15 minutes apart. Jim had explained that the emergency routes were mostly cleared, but the side roads were still tricky. Mary Ellen was hopeful that they should be able to get to them by late evening. What Blair didn't know was that if they couldn't transport him by nightfall, chances were that they would be on their own. The ambulance company would risk the pickup if possible, but Jim and Mary Ellen agreed that it would not be safe with the dropping temperature and icy roads.
On Jim's last call he seemed relieved. The midwife told him she was coming with a volunteer, who had been picking up hospital employees in a four-wheel drive. They were on the road and making steady progress toward Prospect.
*~*~*
Part Two