Drabble: "Pillow Talk" for mrstater
mrstater requested R/T and 'pillow', so here's hers - 144 words, probably a PG.
Pillow Talk
They lie facing each other in the dark, legs entwined, noses almost touching, her hand over his on her rounded abdomen.
“I can’t believe we’ll be parents in less than three months,” she whispers.
“I know. It doesn’t seem real, somehow. Are you nervous?”
“Bloody terrified. You?”
“The same,” he replies.
“I can’t even keep a houseplant alive,” she says, real anxiety creeping into her voice, “How am I going to manage a baby?”
“You’ll be fine,” he says, sounding more assured than he feels, “Babies tend to let you know if there’s something wrong, plants just die quietly. It’ll be alright.”
He takes her hand in his and kisses her knuckles, then her nose, her eyebrow, the corner of her mouth, her neck, her collarbone…
Before she knows it, her maternal instincts, or lack of them, are the last thing on her mind.