Now that your mother has passed, it is Curtis' job to protect you and keep you safe. You didn't know that having your body was part of the bargain. And you don't care. Are you going to be able to teach Curtis as much as he teaches you?
Warnings: language, movie equivalent violence, threats to a child, protective!Curtis, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 1.8K
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"Aspen," Curtis coos down at you, and you turn your head away. It wasn't true. "Aspen, we need to talk about this," you shake your head no, taking a step back from him. "Quit, you're acting like a child, and you're..."
"No, there's no way."
"You're sure about that? How many times have you begged for me to cum inside your sweet little cunt?" you feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, and you have to look away from him. "Don't be like that. You are very well aware of what causes pregnancy."
"We can't have a baby on this stupid train."
"Well...it's a bit late for that, sweetheart," his hand presses against your stomach, and he sighs. "The first time they measured you, was it always your stomach they focused on?" nodding your head at him, you wrap your arms around his neck. "And they've always checked your chest?"
"You think that's what they were looking for? It was always the necklace?"
"Possibly. I don't try to make sense out of the front end. But if they were measuring you and looking for the necklace — they have a plan for you, and I will murder them all should anything happen to you. I don't know how I missed this," he gives your belly a bit of a squeeze, and you lift your shirt up. He peers down at you tummy with a wistful smile. "Yeah, this is ours."
It's true, you just thought you were bloated, but there was a clear bump. His fingers splay out, and he gives your stomach a little tickle. "Stop it."
"I'm guessing that this is in fact our baby you're housing. What do you want to do?"
"What do you mean?" your eyes flit around his face, looking deep into his eyes, and you move to step away from him.
"Nothing what you're thinking I'm sure. I was only asking when you wanted to say anything? We don't owe anyone on this train an explanation," running your hand up and down his arm, you gaze up at the man that had gone from your protector to your husband, and now you were on a journey to become parents. You didn't care.
"I always wanted to have a family," his voice low and raspy, and you pull him closer. He leans into your neck, ghosting his lips over the sensitive skin. "Wanted to make something of myself. Design us this beautiful house. Have plenty of kids in the yard. We'd have us a nice warm bed to sleep in, probably practicing for another baby," you sigh, giving him a kiss on his head. Wrapping your arms even tighter around him.
"It could happen. Gideon's arm was outside of the train for fifteen minutes, and there was no frostbite."
"You're forgetting one thing," his head shoots up and he looks over your face. Those petal pink lips giving you the softest kiss. "We've got to get off the train. We've got a baby coming. We have no shelter," he nods his head, before leaning forward to press his forehead against yours.
