Amour 2: Forever Yours

Chapter One "I'm not putting a pillow inside my shirt, Louis." My refusal to be juvenile is lost when a face-splitting grin emerges. "Aw, but babe." He dodges my attempts to bat my hands away. "Why not?" Louis has dragged me in front of our bedroom mirror, prompting me to 'envision the future' but I deny his every attempt. Having to wake up every morning for the past almost eight months and place my hand on an expanding abdomen, has made me both excited and anxious. My anxiety is due to the constant reminder of another being residing in - or moving into, rather - my womb, an actual physical part of my person. The excitement is overpowering nonetheless, why wouldn't it be? It really is a miracle no matter how scary it seems at first. My fear is on account of the newly acquainted responsibilities, such as prior to gazing upon a pink stick I didn't care too much about what I ate or drank - much to the passive dismay of Louis - but now my religion is a healthy diet. Almost. Having a career like mine can be strenuous on any individual. The memory of me stepping out of that bathroom holding a white stick that recently recoloured, is still fresh in my mind. *FLASHBACK* His expression changes, softening a bit when he registers what the soft pink means. Not knowing what his initial reaction really is I just remain stock-still lowering the object to my sides. There is no time for an awkward silence, Louis breaks out in a wolfish grin before closing the space between us, swooping low enough to kiss me he presses me to him in a daring embrace. Happy that he is, I can move on to how I feel about this. I'm certainly not in any regret and won't allow any complications to arise. I won't allow this feeling, this miracle to be taken away. "Are you happy?" Louis looks into my eyes, his eyes alight with joy. "I am. Extremely. Are you?" I reply feeling a little shy. "Of course I'm happy. This is amazing." He grins impossibly wider. He surprises me when he drops to his knees grabbing my hips to keep me from moving. Lifting my shirt to just below my chest, he kisses my stomach. Entwining our fingers with one hand he holds me to him with the other flat on the small of my back. He presses his forehead to my tummy planting innocent kisses all over the skin. "Little invader in here." He jokes and I resist the urge to roll my eyes. "You can't go to the hospital today." "Why not? I have to go." I protest suspiciously. "We should...........celebrate. I'll cook lunch and dinner." He bargains. "I didn't even have breakfast yet." I frown happy that he can't see me. His face is still flat against my middle. I run my hands through his hair tugging a little to move his face as I lower myself to his level. He instantly moves his hands to my legs and just as my knees are about to hit the ground he slips them between the gap, forming cushions for my bare knees to hit instead of the ground. Gasping I lift my legs up and remove his hands knowing that it would pain if it stayed there. "You could have hurt yourself." I scold holding him by his wrists, his hands enveloped by mine against my chest. "That's the point. Your knees would have been sore had they hit the ground, I stopped that from happening." He explains it as if it were elementary math. "You aren't allowed to feel pain. I'd shield you from anything from anything so you wouldn't have to feel a thing." He leans in resting his forehead against mine and closing his eyes. His words are singular anchors that sink in by the hundreds, my ability to respond shrinking by the second. When I'd first met Louis he was an island with few friends and nothing to call his, no one to love and every reason to be hateful. Now he is mine and me his, body and spirit, with a piece of him having found it's home inside me now. I kiss him locking our lips making it a single unit by tangling my fingers in his hair. He accepts and returns by caging my waist and pulling me on top of him as he lies on his back. I smile as he runs one hand up my back and the other likewise on my thigh. This could lead up something that will make me late for work. "I have to go now." I mumble against his lips. "I'm not done." He groans disapprovingly and transforms his hold into a steel grip. "What if I get fired?" "They won't fire you. You're the best they've got." He continues. "Sam?" "Louis?" "Will you marry me?" I stop breathing and my heart hikes up my throat to peek at his face. His eyes are serious and no signs of it being a joke are present. "Um.........." I sit up on his lap and he props himself up to wait patiently for my answer. I've never wanted to get married out of need and because something inevitable has taken place. Louis has already put a ring on my left hand but it had nothing to do with an engagement let alone marriage. "What's wrong?" He tucks a few strands of hair behind my ear. "Do you want to marry me because.......I'm pregnant?" I stutter uneasily. "No. Sam, I want to marry you because I'm in love with you and will be forever yours. If you don't want to........." "And I do love you. Forever. I just.......always thought we didn't need a piece of paper to tell us that." "We don't." He processes it. "But society's a bitch." I laugh at him. "Then ask me again." "Oh....kay. Samantha Hunter, will you be my partner for the rest of forever and marry me?" "Yes, Louis Tomlinson. I will marry you." He grins and dives back in for another kiss, an elongated and fervent one that says his thoughts for him. "Do you want a ring?" He asks his lips tickling mine. "I already have one." I pick up my hand to show him the black and white band. "Another one then. With diamonds and a silver band." He takes my hand and kisses the ring his lips only grazing my fingers. "This one-" He speaks against my fingers -"can move here." He rotates my hand to kiss my thumb. I giggle trying to pry my hand out of his but he tugs on it and drapes my hand over his shoulder to pull me in for a kiss. I easily give in but I remember something else. "I.....I don't really want a big wedding. I'm terrified of walking down the isle in a white dress." I admit. His expression doesn't falter. "A small wedding then, and you can wear jeans and my shirt." He winks. "I didn't mean that." "And afterwards I can call you mine in every sense. Society can fuck itself while I do the same to you." "Louis!" I gasp from the crudeness in his remark and feel the betraying heat travel to my cheeks. I force him to take me to work despite his constant protestations and when I'm at the hospital I miss him. But I love my work and it doesn't take long after my first buzz to get into the zone. By lunch time I'm starving which isn't usual for me and I call Louis in my free five minutes. "Sam?" He answers halfway through the first ring. Jeez. "I'm fine. I was just wondering if you wanted to get some lunch with me." I ask innocently. "Are you hungry?" "Aha." "When's your break?" "Right now." "I'll be there in two minutes." I hang up just as my beeper buzzes as I rush back into the ER. Around six minutes later - who's counting? - I'm called down from the pediatric ward to see someone who's asking for me. I take the elevator and when I approach the reception station I see Louis leaning against the wall - he's quite well known around here because of his constant visits to see me - and secretly drinking in his appearance. He's wearing what could be skinny jeans that hug his body in that way that melts everything south of my navel. His shirt is a faded grey and promotion to a music group I'm not familiar with. His hair is tossled untidily, chocolate brown in hue and sexy as hell; his blue eyes are illuminated even from where I stand making them a crystal shade and thoroughly liquidifying every ounce of my restraint, taking no prisoners and leaving nothing spared. "Hey." He glances up at me and grins revealing his perfect pearly whites. His stubble is subtle and beckoning me to run my fingers along his jaw. "Hi." I squeak ashamed of my previous thoughts. "What's wrong?" His voice lowers to a seductive whisper. He knows yet still chooses to taunt me. Sex isn't forbidden during pregnancy, I just thought it'd be easy to reign in the willpower but turns out the reigns were made in China. "I'm taking my break, Jackie." I call to one of my assisting nurses before grabbing Louis' hand and pulling him with me to the doctor's quarters that are kept aside for those of us who work long hours and need sleep. He remains silent as I open the door then lock it behind us before turning off the light. "Woah, you didn't say please." He mocks me easily getting the vibe. "Shut up." I mumble crashing my lips against his stretching up on my tip toes. He encircles my waist to give me support before properly molding our mouths together, pressing me against him and forcing his tongue into my mouth. I allow his tongue to explore and my massage. "Take off your shoes." I say against his lips and I feel his mouth twitch into a smile. "Yes, ma'am." He laughs before obeying and I do the same. The beds are small but sturdy so I push Louis into a sitting position before positioning my knees on either side of him and straddling him, tugging his shirt out of the way for the need to feel him to be quenched. I run my hands up his bare abdomen and his chest, keeping my mouth on his and letting him deepen the kiss at his request. He abandons my mouth, kissing my jaw, my cheek, my earlobe, my neck down to my clavicle coaxing several voluntary moans out of me. Feeling his pants tighten beneath me I fall forward so that I'm on top of him, then he rolls over to hover above me. Easily dropping my shirt and untying my pants he rids me of my outer clothing shell and starts placing harmless pecks and nips all over my skin. I cry out when I feel him roll against me a little, feeling the desire become almost painful. Dragging off my panties he whistles through his teeth and I bite my lip. He tosses his pants but doesn't fulfill my silent plea just yet, instead going for my breasts and unclipping it. He doesn't rest any of his weight on me, his reasons are obvious. Circling my nipple with his tongue I run my fingers through his hair tugging at the locks as he attacks each of my breasts in turn until my body can't take his teasing anymore. "Louis.....please." I beg openly but softly closing my eyes. He brings his mouth up to mine, ready to swallow any screams that may arise. I wait anxiously for him and when he does slide into me I feel my muscles clench around him a little, accepting the invasion. He moves out then back in, building and maintaining a steady rhythm that I can keep up with, rocking my pelvis up to meet his in the urgency to feel every inch of him inside me. My body has ascended to the peek and is going to blow over when he stops. "What.......Louis, please." I moan not knowing why he stopped. "Will you cook dinner tonight?" He forces me to look at him. His expression is serious but humor dances through his eyes. "Its......not my turn." I gasp when he moves a little deeper tipping over my ascend, my body almost trembling. "But I want you to. The way to a man's heart is through his stomach." "Louis.........your circulatory system isn't what I'm after right now. Yes, I'll cook just........please." He chuckles before burying himself in my neck and thrusts into one more time spilling my every fiber and scattering every thought. Two thrusts later he has joined me in a world of satisfaction. He empties inside of me, spreading and becoming a part of me. I dig the fingernails of my one hand into his back and my other hand tugs on his hair while we ride out our highs. My body is thrilled yet exhausted when my breathing and pulse level out, Louis kisses me again for a long time before parting our lips. "Do you-" Louis begins his sentence before leaning in to kiss my neck -"know what my second favorite thing about having a baby is?" "What?" "That these-" he reaches up to cup my breasts -"are going to be huge." I laugh using my hand to cover my mouth. He smiles bending to kiss my forehead then my lips again. "Can we get some food? I'm still hungry." I change the topic. He'd become overly and obsessively protective since then. If there were a precaution he would ensure that I am to be a good few miles away from it. On the weekend Harry called and asked for Louis to join them on a trip, I had to stop him from answering in the negative. I'd convinced him that I will be fine and that he should go on the trip but only after his ministrations and making me swear to spend the duration at Nana's, did he fold his cards.

Notes