"It is," she agrees, and can't make the smile that grew at his first words go away.
"Maybe I won't screw this up too badly after all." She hasn't brought up again her fears about that, but it doesn't mean they've disappeared.
But they're...well.
Logan doesn't coddle.
That helped, some--but for no logical reason, especially as Piotr is biased and she knows it--his hand with hers still helps the most.
"So just a first name," she breathes. "Not hard at all. Right." Beat. "...How many months do we have left, again?"
He laughs against her hair, and Kate pokes him gently, before noticing that he's been shifting them back on the bed slightly.
"--I am not, for the record, in need of a nap," she says, after a moment's consideration. "But given that the bed is here, and all..."
She pokes Piotr harder when his laughter grows at that, but she's grinning when he gently sets her down, curling his large frame about her--and sometimes, she truly thinks he could wrap his entire body around her if he chose to, and sometimes it's not a horrible thought to let herself consider--and pulling the thin blanket over them both.
"Of course you don't, Katya," he says reasonably. "But I am very tired."
"You are a horrible liar, that's what you are," she grumbles, but her breathing is already evening out somewhat.
For someone who is very tired, he is up quite a bit of time after she drops off, fingers tracing gently over her hair and stomach first, before eventually he reaches for a sketch book.
One of his hands, though, remains on her even then.
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Date: 2010-09-22 05:58 am (UTC)"It is," she agrees, and can't make the smile that grew at his first words go away.
"Maybe I won't screw this up too badly after all." She hasn't brought up again her fears about that, but it doesn't mean they've disappeared.
But they're...well.
Logan doesn't coddle.
That helped, some--but for no logical reason, especially as Piotr is biased and she knows it--his hand with hers still helps the most.
"So just a first name," she breathes. "Not hard at all. Right." Beat. "...How many months do we have left, again?"
He laughs against her hair, and Kate pokes him gently, before noticing that he's been shifting them back on the bed slightly.
"--I am not, for the record, in need of a nap," she says, after a moment's consideration. "But given that the bed is here, and all..."
She pokes Piotr harder when his laughter grows at that, but she's grinning when he gently sets her down, curling his large frame about her--and sometimes, she truly thinks he could wrap his entire body around her if he chose to, and sometimes it's not a horrible thought to let herself consider--and pulling the thin blanket over them both.
"Of course you don't, Katya," he says reasonably. "But I am very tired."
"You are a horrible liar, that's what you are," she grumbles, but her breathing is already evening out somewhat.
For someone who is very tired, he is up quite a bit of time after she drops off, fingers tracing gently over her hair and stomach first, before eventually he reaches for a sketch book.
One of his hands, though, remains on her even then.
Even in her sleep, her own hand stays over his.