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Worried - Blankface
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"At least we have something interesting to put in the baby book," Annie said as she looked out over the dark skies and pounding rain. The parking lot outside the window was a virtual swimming pool, and though she'd tried to keep the tension out of her voice, she had a feeling she hadn't done a very good job.

Thankfully, she'd put the Corvette in an above-ground garage, but her Golf was somewhere down there, swimming around in the mess. The tension she was feeling was as high as it would have been in any other crazy situation, but the fact that this one was just outside her window didn't make her feel very good. Turning back to Auggie, she took a breath. "How're you doing over there?"

The power had gone out three hours earlier, and though it didn't put him at a disadvantage, she'd stocked up on candles and a flashlight for herself. They'd met at his apartment just because he could move better in it, but that meant her car was a goner and hurricane insurance wasn't part of the package.

It also meant that the ultrasound they'd been scheduled for had been re-scheduled.

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He frowned, suddenly feeling terrible about what he said. And, more importantly, how he had said it. "Hey," he said softly. "I'm not... I don't feel trapped. I don't feel that way at all, Annie. I love you. You're carrying my child. I want... I want to marry you. I want to know that you'll be here with me, always." Reaching out, he took her hand in his and threaded their fingers together.

"I'm sorry. If I'm moving too fast, I shouldn't have said anything, but... I'm not letting fear affect me. I mean what I'm saying. It's not the storm that's making me..." He sighed. "I want to be with you. Always."

Annie squeezed their hands and shook her head.

"No, Auggie. No. That's not... that's not what I meant." She took a breath, realizing that he hadn't meant what she'd thought at all and it had come out all wrong. "I thought maybe you were asking because I was pregnant, not because. Not because you wanted to be with me."

Saying it like that, she realized just how stupid it was. Of course he did. They'd been through so much, how could she have thought any different? "It's not too fast, not at all."

"I am doing this all wrong." Okay, so maybe she was right on one thing. It was the fear and the storm that was making him feel worried and upset, but he never felt trapped. For him, his mind was going down a different path. He wanted to be with her because he loved her. And he wanted to protect her. He couldn't do that if he wasn't her husband.

Raising an arm, he motioned to the world going on outside the windows. "What if something happened, Annie? You're carrying my child. I love you. If you're my wife, legally bound, then you're entitled to my benefits from being a soldier. To... To a lot of things. You and our child, our child, would be safer and protected. I would feel... better. And? I want to spend my life with you."

Listening to him make the justifications the way he did, she understood. To her, it wasn't about the money, but for him, it was about making sure his new family was taken care of in case something went wrong. She couldn't begrudge him that and she couldn't even dream of denying him that.

"I know," she told him, taking his arm and hugging it close. "And I want to spend my life with you. Not just because of the baby, either, but because I love you. I've loved you since... since you walked up to me and picked out my perfume. Does that make me silly?"

"I..." He bit his lip, shaking his head. "It doesn't make you silly at all. With... With Parker, I bought a ring, but I... I didn't want to buy one for you. It was like I had to have you with me if I picked it out. You're so picky about your shoes, no way was I picking out a ring for you. When this is over, when, not if, we're going shopping."

He smiled and looked in her direction, leaning forward to kiss her temple. "Mr. Auggie Walker, right," he teased.

"Is that how you want to do it? Auggie Walker?"

She had a feeling he was just teasing, but if he was thinking hyphenates, she figured she'd better ask now. "It just sounds so manly."

"You wouldn't want to take my name. You would want to keep yours, wouldn't you?" He smiled. And he was teasing, mostly. She was a strong and independent woman. He wouldn't force her to take his name if she didn't want to. Or maybe still be Annie Walker at work.

Lifting her hand, he kissed her knuckles. "We don't have to think about it now. Annie Anderson, how does that sound?"

"When I'm your wife, I'll take your name," she told him as he kissed her knuckles, the motion sending a warmth through her that made her heart pound. For a moment, she forgot all about the storm raging outside. "I'd like to be Annie Anderson."

Lifting his hand to her mouth, she returned the kiss, just as gently.

"Good." Auggie smiled and shifted, pulling her close. One hand lifted and he brushed her cheek with his knuckles. Leaning forward, he kissed her, losing himself in how good she felt in his arms. With her like this, it was easy to forget that the storm was just outside, threatening them. "Annie," he purred softly into the kiss.

With the blanket over them, he felt like a teenager. Like he was young again. She inspired that in him. She brought out his impulsive side.

"You know, I'm not sure what the etiquette is when it comes to making out when the apocalypse is nigh," she murmured, moving her lips from his hand to his mouth. "Though, if you wanted to move this to the bedroom, I wouldn't object."

A few kisses later, she amended that statement, considering how comfortable she was under the blanket with him. "Actually, we don't even need to move. I'm comfortable where we are."

Auggie nodded his head. He'd move wherever she wanted to, but he kind of liked it where they were. He smiled and kissed her fingertips, sucking lightly on them. "It's nice here. It's been ages since I made a blanket fort," he teased.

Leaning forward, he gently kissed her neck, nuzzling it. "Maybe you and I could really ride out this storm," he teased.

"I'm not making a blanket fort," she laughed, though the laughter turned to soft sighs when he started nuzzling her neck. "If you're using the word 'ride' as some sort of naughty euphemism, maybe we really could."

She wasn't discounting the fact that he had an extremely dirty mind when he put his mind to it, nor was she discounting the fact that she'd been feeling an increase in her libido recently because of, well... everything. "Is there something you had in mind, exactly, or are we just seeing where the hurricane takes us?"

"Hey now, never underestimate the power of the blanket fort." He chuckled and tilted his head to the side, gently kissing her cheek. He remembered making the blanket forts as a kid with his brothers. While his words now were mostly in jest, it was nice to tease and make jokes. It helped to alleviate his worries and try not to think about what was going on outside. "Oh, we can ride," he murmured softly into her ear.

"If we're taken anywhere, it won't be because of the hurricane. It will be because of me." He laughed and kissed her, moving one hand to the back of her neck to hold her close. He didn't want to hurt her. Being pregnant, he would have to exhibit more care with his touches. That didn't mean he couldn't touch, though. "What do you have in mind," he purred.

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