008. Weeks; Just Wait
Title: Just Wait
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: Amelia Banks, Ronon Dex
Prompt: 008 Weeks
Word Count: 907
Rating: PG - some swearing.
Summary: It’s been one week too long and the waiting is killing her.
Notes: LDT
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“Why won’t you come out, you little shit?” Amelia all but screamed at her very large, annoying stomach that protruded out to the point where she could no longer see her feet. And no matter what the others said, they weren’t going to stop moving because of that fact.
She let out a long, deep sigh as she leaned backwards a little. Her hands moved to her lower back and she closed her eyes as she took in a breath to replace it.
All this time, her feet still shuffled along the soft carpet underneath her. Once she reached the other end of their quarters, she would awkwardly turn and start to walk the other way with a small - or not so small - bounce to her step.
She didn’t really know if the deep breathing she did was calming herself or just making her more hyped up. But it didn’t matter. She was never one to be held up in a single room for long periods of time... Her job being excluded. That was different. In her job she was allowed to move around as she wanted and not be forced back into bed when someone came by like she was now.
And she was going mad. Walking and bouncing was the only way to stop that from developing further than necessary.
The door slid open and the tall, dark silhouette that stood in its place told her that she was in trouble. She didn’t care. She kept walking.
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” She snapped back. She resisted the temptation to roll her eyes. His appearance wasn’t a good step in the sanity direction as far as she was concerned right now. She took another deep breath and turned to walk in the opposite direction, still bouncing.
“Doc says you need to be in bed.”
“I know that. I’m not deaf, just incapacitated it seems.” She snapped again, starting to become so frustrated that she felt the prickle of tears in the corners of her eyes. Damn those hormones.
The man sucked in a sharp breath, obviously fighting the urge to come over to her and pick her up to put her in bed himself.
“Doc says...”
“I don’t give a fuck what Keller says!” She screamed, rounding on him as she reached the other end of the room. “She didn’t put Teyla on bedrest when she was pregnant with Torren.”
“That’s because she was taken by Michael before she could even get to your stage.”
The hint of an edge that appeared in his voice told her that she was on the line that was never crossed and she knew that she was wrong for bringing it up but she still refused to back down.
“I need this thing out of me!” She told him, almost pleading as the tears spread down to her throat, leaving the words that left her lips to catch as she spoke them. “I need to give birth!” To emphasise the point, she repeated the words to her stomach. Then she looked back up at him, still standing inside the doorway, and with her eyes slightly narrowing, continued to walk.
“And you think walking like you are is going to help?” He asked her as his brow raised slightly at her bounce.
“You never know.” She hissed as she approached him. With a flick of her long hair, she turned and started the act again.
“Banks...” He called to her softly. She unconsciously slowed her pace. “I know how hard this is for you.” She heard his voice getting closer and then his arms were around her and his large, rough hands were cradling her belly. “But it’s not just you anymore.”
“Thanks, honey.” The sickly sweet manner of her tone hinted at sarcasm. He kissed her temple next to where his cheek rested. At least she had stopped moving now.
“I don’t want anything to happen to you... to either of you.” She didn’t say anything. He could see she was starting to see reason. But she still wasn’t completely convinced. He decided to try another tactic. “I want my boy to grow up big and strong.”
“It’s a girl.” She stated simply. He could feel the smile tugging at her lip. And so the debate raged on.
“Hey, the machine thingy could be wrong.”
“Highly unlikely.”
“Doc says there’s still room for mistake.”
“She was just trying to make you feel better - it’s not hard to guess you wanted a boy.”
Gracefully accepting defeat, he just kissed her temple again. “I’ll be happy with either.”
“You mean either way, you’ll still train the baby to fight.”
“No, of course not.” He said, turning her around to face him so he could lightly place a kiss on her lips. “I won’t start until it’s at least three.”
“Well, that’s oddly comforting.”
“Any day now.” He reminded her.
“Yeah, just 7 days late.”
“Better late than never.” He said, strongly hinting towards the bed with a soft nudge. This time it was her turn to gracefully accept defeat and as Ronon pulled the covers over her legs when she finally lay down, she smiled ruefully. Her body may accept this but her mind still wouldn’t.
If you don’t come out within this week, I’m forcing you out. But her threat fell on deaf ears.
If this baby was anything like her father, she wouldn’t listen anyway.
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