Will You Love Me?

Chapter 8

Benedict hated this. Hated it. And he wasn't one to hate many things.

You and him were out baby shopping together. It should be a happy time, one where you both buy anything and everything for your children to spoil them rotten. Well, you were. Only problem is...

You were buying things for the nursery at your place, while he was buying things for his.

He didn't want seperate nurseries! He didn't want to live seprately from you and the twins, he wanted to be there all the time, loving, caring, and spoiling you all to no end! He hasn't brought it up to you, but he's been kicking himself to just do it already.

He watched you and your six month along belly hobble slowly down the isle, looking at cribs. You had found out the sex of the twins, as to know what to buy, and you and Ben were going to have a bouncing baby boy and beautiful baby girl. It always makes you smile when you think about the look on Ben's face when you both found out you were having one of each. You personally think he's just a tad more excited about his little girl.

"This one's nice," you told him, as you ran your fingers over a blue wooden crib. "It would go nicely with the color of the room." Ben didn't mean to. It was just a reflex, but you caught him rolling his eyes. He immediately knew you saw him and winced at his own stupidity.

"What was that for?" You asked defensively. He's been grumpy all week, but whenever you asked why, he wouldn't tell you. "Look, I don't know what you're problem is, but I'm hauling around two of your children, I look like a damn basketball, I'm horny all the fucking time, my mood swings are up in flames, and you know why, Ben? Because your super spern couldn't keep out of my ovaries! Now, the least you can do is tell me why it is you are the moody one here!"

Ben's eyes widened in shock.This wasn't the first time you've snapped at him and he knows it won't be the last, but it always scared him. One night, he was so paraniod, he was sure you were going to chop his balls off in his sleep, so he stayed up cupping them to make sure they would still be intact.

Now, though, you've made him feel like an asshole. Which, he was being, he admits. I suppose now's as good a time as any...

He opened his mouth to explain himself, but then stopped. What if she turns me down like the proposal? He didn't show it, but he was actually pretty upset that you said you wouldn't marry him. He wouldn't know what he would do if you said no to this.

You looked at him with raised eyebrows, expecting some sort of answer. When you didn't get one, you huffed and started to walk down the rows of cribs to find one for your girl. That's when you heard behind you, "I want you to move in with me." You stopped in your tracks and slowly turned to him.

He was clearly nervous and you could see he didn't mean to just blurt it out like that. "Shit," he breathed. "I really didn't mean to say it like that. I was planning on making you dinner and subtly bringing it up after sex." You had your mouth open, trying to find some words to say to him, but he put his hands up to you and said, "Now, hang on. Before you say anything, just let me tell you why. I don't like the idea of living in a different house than my children and the woman I love. I know this is all coming so fast and I know it's scaring you, but honey, it's scaring me, too."

He walked up to you and cupped your face. "I really didn't want this all to come out in the middle of bloody crib shopping, but...I needed to say it somehow." He was praying to all that was holy that you wouldn't chop his balls off (it was a serious paranoia), or shout at him because he really didn't need that at that moment.

He really didn't expect the smile creeping up on your lips or hearing the giggle he absolutely adored. He untensed (so did his balls) and said, "I adore you, [Y/N]. Move in with me. I'll paint the nursery myself, set up the cribs, buy the clothes, the diapers, change all the diapers, [Y/N], if it means you and our son and our daughter will live with me. I'll take care of all of you, I promise."

Well, you didn't need that whole speech. You already knew your answer when he asked! It was cute to see him all nervous and flustered about it though.

"Yes," you told him. "I, or we, would love to move in with you." Ben let out a huge breath and smiled. He placed one hand on your stomach, and then kissed you. His other hand moved from cupping you jaw, to down your neck. You know he didn't mean to, but whenever he caressed you like this, it turned you way the hell on.

When he pulled back, he looked at you and said, "You don't look like a basketball, by the way. As a matter of fact, you're glowing. You look so beautiful carrying our children and I couldn't ask for anyone better to do so. I love you, [Y/N]."

"And I love you, Ben." You stared at each other for a little while, the love radiating off you both, until you patted his chest and said, "Come on, let's get all this done." He nodded and followed you back to where you saw the blue wooden crib.

As you were checking it out, Ben set his hands over your stomach from behind, and then purred into your ear, "About you being horny all the time...I'm sure we can fix that when we get home. Have I told you I rather like the new positions?"

**

In a few weeks, you were all settled and moved into Ben's place. He had cleared out a bunch of closet space, drawers, and all for you the same day you told him you'd move in. He was very excited.

He had the next few days off, so you were hoping to lounge around and relax in that time. So, when you woke up in bed alone, you were a little disappointed. You slipped on your robe and patted out into the hallway. It was there that you heard a series of muttered cusses coming from the soon-to-be nursery.

"Instructions my arse! Who can read these fucking things?!" You stood in amusement as you watched Ben from the doorway; his white t-shirt straining against his back, sitting cross-legged on the floor with ripped jeans and dirty socks, staring down at a set of instructions. His hands were in his hair, clutching it in frustration.

As quitely as you could, you walked up behind him and ran your fingers though his hair. His hands immediately dropped and his shoulders relaxed. He groaned when you pulled and tugged to the right. "Christ...you keep doing that and I'll mount you right on this floor."

You giggled, but then retreated your hands, making him whine at the loss. "I don't know about that...I have a feeling the twins are going to be fighting a lot when they're here, cause they've been going at it for a while now." Sorry your womb wasn't big enough, geez. They're kicking up a storm!

Ben turned his body to you and got up on his knees. He kissed your stomach a few times, then said, "Be nice to mummy. She needs her strength to carry you two around." He moved his hands around and started to feel the kicks.

"Nathaniel, stop bothering Emma!" He fake scolded. You started laughing, then asked, "Picked out names already, did we? And how do you know it's not Emma bothering Nathan?"

Ben smiled and said, "First, I'm guessing you like the names since you just called them that and second, my princess is the perfect little angel. You always have to watch out for the boys." He gave you a wink.

"Well, I guess we'll just find out from the ultrasound next week. And yes, I like the names."