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Leslie was locking the balcony doors when the baby jumped, making Leslie lose her breath.

“Calm down.” She rubbed her belly. “Calm down.”


“Yes, Puck?”

She turned around to face the mischief-maker and dropped her key; “Orlando?”

She stepped forward and touched his cheek. When Orlando felt her touch, he hugged her.

“I’ll leave you alone,” Puck grinned and left.

“Oh God… Oh God…” Orlando whispered.

“You’re here.” Leslie stood on tiptoe and kissed him.

He responded eagerly, tangling his fingers in her hair.

They were interrupted by a series of shocks. Leslie smiled and stepped back. She took Orlando’s hand and put it over her abdomen.

“There is so much I have to tell you.”

He kissed her and began to unbutton her shirt.

“Later,” he murmured and he spread his hands over her smooth skin. “Much later.”


Leslie smiled contently and traced circles on Orlando’s shoulder. He was fast asleep, spread out all over the pillows and blankets. His skin was warm to touch. She had felt his heartbeat earlier that night, his breath against her skin. He was real; he was finally with her.

She kissed his neck. He stirred a bit, but didn’t wake up. She smiled and got up, searching for her shirt, to have something. She settled for Orlando’s shirt. She pulled it over her head and tugged it over her torso, smoothing it over her stomach.

“Your daddy is here now,” she whispered to the baby, “You can grow now.”

She was sparked in reply.

“Leslie?” Orlando’s voice was raspy, “Come to bed.”

She crawled under the covers; he put an arm around her and settled down again. She closed her eyes, one hand over her stomach.