Won’t Go Slowly // 44
A/N: Sorry this is late, but it’s hella long! Smut warning, I guess
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You had really, really missed him.
You couldn’t quite put a finger on that sort of dull vacant, open feeling you’d had in the back of your mind ever since you took your maternity leave, trying to keep your mind preoccupied but now that Tyler was here you realized it: you’d just wanted him to be here all along. It was kind of hard, being so, so pregnant and not really having one anyone here every single day waiting with you. You had contemplated just having your mom come stay with you a little bit earlier, but you knew that’d cut the time she was taking off to stay with you after you’d had the baby in half, and you didn’t really want that.
“What are you doing?” Tyler asked with a laugh, pulling his head back away from you.
“Nothing?” you said, leaning your arm into his chest a bit more.
“You’re, like, staring at me,” he said, “And you aren’t blinking.”
“Sorry,” you said, forcing yourself to blink now, but still smiling at him. "I just can’t believe you’re here.“