money isn't an issue, babe. and they have to work with my schedule, not the other way around, unless they can dig up some other geneticist that's about a century ahead of everything they're doing. even if they could, family comes first. always.
I didn't realize that there are so many different types of cheese puffs does it matter what color they are? are they actually different?
[ he'll just send her a picture rather than trying to list them all off ]
[ normally he might make a joke about how much she eats, but that seems like something she might be irrationally sensitive about right now. better to avoid it ]
I got you anything else?
[ it won't take him long to get back to the apartment now, since this is clearly the bodega just down the street ]
[ As promised, it's only a few minutes later when he's coming through the door with two paper bags, including, of course, the promised cheese puffs, as well as a few other snacks that he knows she likes. He might have cheated a little bit by swinging along some of the back alleys, but that's nothing new. Especially now that he tends to get recognized in a crowd these days, and he doesn't want to get sidetracked by any of that today. ]
[ although it could be argued that gwen's expression always lights up this way when presented with snacks, it's clear that right now she only has eyes for poe dameron, eyes filled to the brim with ilovehimilovehimilovehim. she shifts a bit, fully motivated to stand up so she can greet him there, just inside the apartment, because it might not be that far from where she's on the couch, but maybe she's feeling that impatient. however, her shift is more like a wobble before she manages to stand up, hands immediately moving to rest on her hips, in a bit towards her lower back. she's almost gotten used to the constant state of achy she seems to be in, but maybe she's been planted on that couch longer than she thought. so she doesn't move to meet him like she wanted to, instead taking a long moment to stretch her back, even moving her arms up over her head to stretch even more.
and it's seriously fortunate that she has her extra balance, because she's still not used to the weight of carrying a baby, but she's steady on her toes as she lifts for one more big stretch. ]
[ Poe's been making an effort not to coddle her too much, she'll fuss at him is he hovers too much, but it's not an exaggeration to say that he would be there in less time than it takes to blink if she ever does tip over a little too far, even if she's entirely likely to catch herself just as easily. He's allowed to be protective, isn't he? But this time it just slows her down from the usual bounce that would have launched her into his arms, giving him the time to set aside the bag in favor of having two unhindered arms to wrap around her by the time he's gotten to her. Greeting her with an enthusiastic warm kiss has been the standard for a while now, but maybe there's something even deeper to it lately. It was inevitable that he would have a staggering amount of feelings over their baby, but even knowing that didn't really prepare him for this.
And every day it feels like they're all bonded even more closely, despite said baby having a fairly limited amount of input. Still big enough to constitute a distinct presence now though, rather than the more nebulous existence while she was barely showing, and there weren't any actual pictures to dwell over with an amount of joy that he'd never quite understood before.
But it's not just about the baby. The way he lets that kiss linger is just for the two of them, just for a moment at least. ]
How are you literally more beautiful every time I look at you?
[ Alright, he's frequently guilty of flirting shamelessly, but he's being serious this time. ]
[ honestly, a good amount of gwen's confidence that she actually is ready for the baby's eventual arrival is due to the fact that poe's so openly becoming more and more enthusiastic about it every single day. because it might've been one thing to share enthusiasm over trying to make a baby, it was a whole other set of emotions that came along with that positive pregnancy test. and while she never doubted for even a millisecond that poe would be an incredible father, there's no denying that the closer they get to her due date, the more warm and supportive and nurturing he's become. somehow. he's always been warm and supportive of her, but this is a whole new level. a far cry from the energy he carried when he first dropped into her world.
and it's true, it's become all too easy to develop a whole new set of feelings for the baby, to pair with what she already feels for poe. and while he's pouring an extra bit of affection into the way he kisses and holds her, she's giving it right back. as if she's loving him for two. of course she knows, logically, that the baby isn't actually actively adding any amount of anything towards her feelings either way, but she's sure they must feel all the love poe's been giving them.
they? him? her? who knows. does it even matter, really? gwen and poe are already obsessed with them.
so he kisses her in that way that makes her melt, keeps his arms around her tight enough that she has to tip her head back to look at him properly, and then follows it up with that. she whispers, as if what she's about to say is very]
Honestly, I'm just reaping the benefits of the little one's glow-up. [ she lifts to give him another peck on the cheek, but it's obvious she doesn't plan on putting any space between them in the immediate future ] It's all a ruse. They're using me to win you over.
[ Poe hums in an acknowledgement of her answer, not necessarily an agreement, he's just distracted with the way she pulls herself in, not that they could get much closer than they already are. He's leaning down toward her already, it's very easy to shift his hands around to rub her lower back as she stretches up, having a fairly good idea at this point where the tension tends to linger, even if all she's been doing today is sink into the couch. It's a casual massage that'll eventually work further up as long as she stays close enough, while he's content just to nuzzle in against the side of her neck, as her hair brushes against his cheek. He is obsessed, and it would be hard to draw a line between the love he feels for her and for their baby, but he's pretty sure that both have grown past anything he thought possible.
He never thought that this would be where his life ended up. Given where he was when he first stumbled almost a century into the past, it was hard to believe that he would be here. He still can't believe it sometimes, despite having Gwen as a constant, very real reminder every morning he wakes up next to her. To say that he's lucky would be a massive understatement.
It's hard not to shake the feeling that being this happy, and having so much here, makes him even more vulnerable than ever, but that's something they both grapple with. They've talked about it too, and come to the inevitable conclusion that they can't let that stop them from living. It's like giving up before they've even started a fight, and they don't do that. ]
You won me over all on your own. [ He eventually murmurs, as he scatters slow, affectionate kisses along her neck. ] It's just getting excessive at this point.
[ well, if there was any chance of gwen pulling away enough so they could move to the couch, it's completely shot now. his fingers are pressing just where she needs it most, and of course, there's a soft physical rush from the tension starting to sink away almost immediately, but there's an emotional rush, too. and, okay, a lot of things make her feel more than a little emotional lately, but this time it's just from feeling so cared for. and cared about. not that they've ever lacked affection, once they broke that barrier, but feeling his hands slide back right to that spot where she's asked him to rub or massage a couple of times in the past is just... it's awesome.
so, so awesome.
and she's so, so leaning more weight into him than she probably should, woops. she shuffles her feet forward a bit, balancing herself out, with her hands still scrunched up in his shirt. not too tight, not anymore the more she relaxes, but still. ]
You're going to turn me into a puddle with those hands of yours, mi amor. [ and those soft kisses are contributing to that too, but she's too distracted to add that on ] ..But feel free to never, ever stop.
[ There's no such thing as leaning into him too heavily, not for Gwen. Poe's there to keep her balanced, to prop her up, or even to carry her outright whenever she wants him to. She's the one doing all the hard work with the full time job of literally making another human being, it only seems fair for him to pick up any slack that happens elsewhere, sometimes at his firm insistence. At least they agree on that for the most part, she's feeling just as protective as he is, so it's not like she's pushing when he goes out alone. It would be great if he didn't have to at all, but while one job is more or less on his terms, the other isn't so cooperative. Bad guys aren't nice enough to work around a schedule.
If they drag him out tonight despite his plans otherwise he's going to be very annoyed. But he knows better not to tempt fate by even making that suggestion.
Instead he's bracing his arms around Gwen and carefully shuffling them toward the couch, and while that keeps his hands somewhat preoccupied he's still got free use of his mouth, which obviously he's going to use to give her more kisses. Still soft and excessively affectionate, but warm enough to possibly get him scolded for being naughty. Or not, depending on what mood she's in. ]
I wasn't planning on it. [ Unless she has a complaint about it, he'll tilt his head so that the next kiss lands on her mouth, and while it doesn't linger too long his lips do, brushing up against hers. ] You're kind of stuck with me now, you had to know this is what you were getting yourself in for.
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I didn't realize that there are so many different types of cheese puffs
does it matter what color they are? are they actually different?
[ he'll just send her a picture rather than trying to list them all off ]
1/3
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i know it says "party size" but
it's a party-sized craving
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I got you
anything else?
[ it won't take him long to get back to the apartment now, since this is clearly the bodega just down the street ]
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[ As promised, it's only a few minutes later when he's coming through the door with two paper bags, including, of course, the promised cheese puffs, as well as a few other snacks that he knows she likes. He might have cheated a little bit by swinging along some of the back alleys, but that's nothing new. Especially now that he tends to get recognized in a crowd these days, and he doesn't want to get sidetracked by any of that today. ]
I come with an offering.
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and it's seriously fortunate that she has her extra balance, because she's still not used to the weight of carrying a baby, but she's steady on her toes as she lifts for one more big stretch. ]
Hello, handsome.
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And every day it feels like they're all bonded even more closely, despite said baby having a fairly limited amount of input. Still big enough to constitute a distinct presence now though, rather than the more nebulous existence while she was barely showing, and there weren't any actual pictures to dwell over with an amount of joy that he'd never quite understood before.
But it's not just about the baby. The way he lets that kiss linger is just for the two of them, just for a moment at least. ]
How are you literally more beautiful every time I look at you?
[ Alright, he's frequently guilty of flirting shamelessly, but he's being serious this time. ]
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and it's true, it's become all too easy to develop a whole new set of feelings for the baby, to pair with what she already feels for poe. and while he's pouring an extra bit of affection into the way he kisses and holds her, she's giving it right back. as if she's loving him for two. of course she knows, logically, that the baby isn't actually actively adding any amount of anything towards her feelings either way, but she's sure they must feel all the love poe's been giving them.
they? him? her? who knows. does it even matter, really? gwen and poe are already obsessed with them.
so he kisses her in that way that makes her melt, keeps his arms around her tight enough that she has to tip her head back to look at him properly, and then follows it up with that. she whispers, as if what she's about to say is very]
Honestly, I'm just reaping the benefits of the little one's glow-up. [ she lifts to give him another peck on the cheek, but it's obvious she doesn't plan on putting any space between them in the immediate future ] It's all a ruse. They're using me to win you over.
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He never thought that this would be where his life ended up. Given where he was when he first stumbled almost a century into the past, it was hard to believe that he would be here. He still can't believe it sometimes, despite having Gwen as a constant, very real reminder every morning he wakes up next to her. To say that he's lucky would be a massive understatement.
It's hard not to shake the feeling that being this happy, and having so much here, makes him even more vulnerable than ever, but that's something they both grapple with. They've talked about it too, and come to the inevitable conclusion that they can't let that stop them from living. It's like giving up before they've even started a fight, and they don't do that. ]
You won me over all on your own. [ He eventually murmurs, as he scatters slow, affectionate kisses along her neck. ] It's just getting excessive at this point.
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so, so awesome.
and she's so, so leaning more weight into him than she probably should, woops. she shuffles her feet forward a bit, balancing herself out, with her hands still scrunched up in his shirt. not too tight, not anymore the more she relaxes, but still. ]
You're going to turn me into a puddle with those hands of yours, mi amor. [ and those soft kisses are contributing to that too, but she's too distracted to add that on ] ..But feel free to never, ever stop.
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If they drag him out tonight despite his plans otherwise he's going to be very annoyed. But he knows better not to tempt fate by even making that suggestion.
Instead he's bracing his arms around Gwen and carefully shuffling them toward the couch, and while that keeps his hands somewhat preoccupied he's still got free use of his mouth, which obviously he's going to use to give her more kisses. Still soft and excessively affectionate, but warm enough to possibly get him scolded for being naughty. Or not, depending on what mood she's in. ]
I wasn't planning on it. [ Unless she has a complaint about it, he'll tilt his head so that the next kiss lands on her mouth, and while it doesn't linger too long his lips do, brushing up against hers. ] You're kind of stuck with me now, you had to know this is what you were getting yourself in for.