He laughed a little as a response and stroked Gabrielle’s hand with his thumb. He had the habit of jumping into conclusions, but at the same time he didn’t feel sorry for being concerned. Sometimes, he felt that Gabrielle’s need of independence in this matter made her not ask for help even when she was in actual need for it — especially now that the birth was so close, helping was what Mitchell wanted to do; he didn’t want to miss any of it. Lord only knew how desperately he’d cling onto these memories after she and their baby would be long gone. He needed good memories like humans needed oxygen — he’d choke and die in matter of seconds without them.
"Well come on, then," Mitchell laughed and heaved himself up from the floor, taking a hold of Gabrielle’s hands. He was still wearing his gloves — the green ones — but he could easily feel how warm Gabrielle’s skin was against his. "Now, are you hungry? Or this little sea monkey you’re carrying around?"
Grunting quietly as she was tugged up to standing Gabrielle had to take a brief second to balance herself. Unknowingly still holding on to Mitchell’s hands rather tightly. “I don’t think feeding me is going to help this enormous stomach of mine.” She huffed letting go of one of his hands to stroke up and down her shirt. She wasn’t shockingly big, not like some mothers she’d seen down at the hospital, but her tiny frame didn’t help with the way she looked. In her own head, she looked just as big, if not bigger than those other women.
"Soon I won’t fit through the door. Or take up all the space in the bed, then what are you going to do, huh?" Gabrielle whined with a pout. "Go on, try and kiss me without moving to the side or squishing my stomach in. I bet you can’t." She was already irritating herself, she couldn’t imagine how irritating she was to Mitchell. She was surprised he hadn’t given up by now. Anyone else would have.
"Well, Happy Birthday to me."
Gabrielle sighs looking around the dark and empty room. “Happy fucking birthday.”
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[Be back in 15 mins or so..]
Trying to decide what time to set my story with mood board exercises.
"Life is full of risks. Death is much simpler.”
Gabriella and her son Sacha
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