[just a little lie] these things happen
Elle: [sighs about the general complaints in regards to being twenty-three weeks pregnant ie: feeling really huge]
Sylar: [Must. Not. Poke. Stomach. is such a three-year-old]
Elle: [pouts]
Sylar: [It's there. It has a baby in it. What happens if I poke it?]
Elle: [sighs] ...it just keeps getting bigger.
Sylar: Yeah, that happens.
Elle: [sighs... waddles around the house]
Sylar: [could carry her or something?]
Elle: [she would poke you if you did that.... she can walk - it just ends up more of a waddle like a penguin type walk]
Sylar: [eh, fine, she can walk, then. he's just going to sit here on the couch, all sprawled out and taking up way more room than is necessary]
Elle: [.... that is a huge distraction]
Sylar: [is it?]
Elle: [it's possible that sort of sprawling is why she's currently waddling around]
Sylar: [he could sit up and she could sit down, and she wouldn't have to waddle anymore?]
Elle: [she's just gonna get some water then she'll be ... keenly interested in his sprawling]
Sylar: [works for him. is going to keep at it, then]
Elle: [returns! victorious! she has water and.... eyebrow lift] Comfy?
Sylar: [hums, smirking up at her] Very.
Elle: It looks like it. [sip of water, still very much appreciating the view that is Sylar]
Sylar: Mm. [stretches just a bit, slowly -- mostly for her benefit]
Elle: [smirks, moving to go sit near him... though give her a second to sit... it's not so easy with this basketball attached to her stomach]
Sylar: [watches her idly, more than willing to wait]
Elle: [aaaand she's seated! she even turns to face him, brushing her fingers through his hair lightly after she set her water onto the floor]
Sylar: [hooray accomplishment! leans into her hand, closing his eyes, and sighs contentedly]
Elle: [just cards her fingers through his hair, letting her fingertips press a bit harder to his scalp than really needed, but mostly for a positive effect]
Sylar: [doesn't seem to mind. though he has to wonder ...] ... trying to put me to sleep? [not that he's particularly exhausted or anything, but he's comfortable and that's very soothing]
Elle: [slows her hand slightly] Nope. [said rather casually, before she leans forward and brushes a kiss to his temple] You just seemed comfortable, I thought I'd help.
Sylar: Mission accomplished. [turns his head to press a kiss to her chin. he was kind of aiming for her jaw, but that's hard when her chin is right there and he's feeling lazy]
Elle: [smirks at the kiss, and returns her fingers to threading into his hair, running through the length to the ends and then back near his scalp]
Sylar: [shivers a bit, though not in a bad way, and tilts his head in the direction of her hand again]
Elle: [hums softly as she continues the motion, inching a bit closer to him on the couch, and leaning in again to brush another kiss to him, this time she makes it to somewhere near his ear -- hear that warm exhale of breath as she does so, too]
Sylar: [makes a soft, pleased noise, shifting a bit himself to put an arm around her] First you try to put me to sleep, now this. [this being apparently trying to wind him up]
Elle: [laughs a bit] Hey, I didn't say I was trying to put you to sleep.
Sylar: No, but you would've gotten there eventually.
Elle: [smiles, then pauses and gets an odd look on her face...] Hold on.
Sylar: [arches his eyebrows] ... what?
Elle: [she's really still for a moment, then smiles again, sort of amused and shifts to reach for his hand, pressing it to her belly] Here.... wait a second. [she'd felt the baby moving, that was kind of odd, but this was different and she could feel his foot just pressing to the wall of her abdomen and then... there it was again a tiny foot rubbing along her muscle] That!
Sylar: [looks up at her, then down at her stomach when she presses his hand there, not really sure what he's waiting for and not connecting it with the fact that the baby might have moved. when it does, though, he huffs out a sigh of a laugh and looks up at her, smiling]
Elle: [she'll shift his hand to follow where she thinks that foot is moving, but it's weird and kind of hard to predict] Usually, he just moves around. Shifting or something, but that was definitely a foot.
Sylar: Yeah, I could tell. [can't help but wonder if he's doing that consciously or if he doesn't have the brain power for that yet and it's just reflex or what]
Elle: [grins and just keeps moving Sylar's hand to where she's looking for baby-foot and then she feels it again and shifts his hand down to that pressure] It's crazy. I mean, I know he's a person in there, but I kind of only think of the fruit - but I guess he's baby-shaped now.
Sylar: Probably. [is tempted to try and tickle the foot. realizes, however, that this might not be a good idea since it might make her go into labor too early or screw something up or something, so he doesn't. just keeps his hand there, alternating between watching her and watching their hands on her stomach] ... this is kind of ... surreal. [yeah, okay, she's been pregnant for awhile now, but it's just hitting him now that he's going to be a father]
Elle: [yeah... it's very real in this moment, which might make her panic slightly] It's ... yeah, I don't know.
Sylar: [can sort of pick up on that, somehow, and he shifts a bit, pulling her a little closer to him]
Elle: [her own childhood wasn't exactly normal and she's not sure she can do this... because what if she hurts him or does something wrong and she doesn't want to fail him when he's so tiny and helpless... so she'll be grateful for that pulling closer part]
Sylar: [watched his father murder his mother and got sold to his aunt and uncle. oh, yeah. and his uncle walked out on him and his aunt and never came back, and Virginia became a crazy control freak. his childhood wasn't all that great, either] We'll be okay.
Elle: [they'll know what.. not to do?] Okay.
Sylar: [they will. sighs a little, flattening his hand against her belly, stilling it there, not particularly interested in the foot anymore, and holds her close]
Elle: [exhales and leans against him a bit more] That was a bit of excitement there.
Sylar: Yeah.
Elle: [shifts to kiss him softly, a bit of a smirk at the end of it along with a hum]
Sylar: [kisses her back, a smirk curling his own lips]
Elle: [sighs, content, pulling back to lean against him again]
Sylar: [leans back lightly, closing his eyes again, trying to relax again from the excitement and the little bit of panic that followed]
Elle: [settles against him, reaching her arm up to return her fingers to his hair, because that's very relaxing for them both and she's content to just settle like this and stay here for the rest of the night]