Nova Academy

We Need To Talk

"Baby~,"

Steven grunted in acknowledgment and stretched. Just from the brightness of the sun he could guess it was either 7am or 3pm, both of which he didn't mind when paired with–

"Biscuit~," Her voice all soft and sweet like that.

He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and squinted over at his girlfriend. "Mmph."

She giggled and scooted closer to cuddle. He was surprised though, when she pulled him into her chest and started petting his head. "My sweet biscuit..." She placed a kiss on his head, a loving kiss that made him nuzzle into her more.

"What's this? What'd... what's going on?" Steven asked. Her breasts were so soft, he loved them resting on either side of his head shielding him from the world.

"I'm just... either really anxious or really happy. I can't tell." She gave him another flurry of kisses that made his gem glow happily.

"How can I help?"

She shifted a little and wrapped his arms around her. "Be my teddy bear. I need something to lavish attention on today. Maybe we'll spend all day in bed cuddling~."

That sounded like the best thing in the world. "Another baby dream?"

Her silence said enough. "I don't remember."

He shimmied down so he could look at her tummy. The same tummy that would one day hold his baby, and no one else's. "We need to talk about it." He kissed it and she shivered only slightly. But the reaction was enough to get him to do it again and again.

"We aren't married. We aren't even engage–,"

"I hate purity culture. Don't make me of all people go on a rant," He grouched.

"What about our families?" She asked softly.

He lifted his head to meet her eyes, searching  for something. "What about us?"

She hummed and kissed his forehead repeatedly. "I suppose from a political standpoint you make a good point. I guess... the day on the beach scared and excited me."

"Children are very heavy concepts." He acknowledged that with another kiss to her stomach. "It's not like I think it's time to start actually trying–,"

"Graduation is only a month and a half away."

"–But I think we should talk about it. We talk about everything and... I won't lie to you, I think about it way more than I should. I don't want to rush things, but at the same time," He interlaced their fingers, studying their hands together. "Doesn't the world feel like it should be when we wake up in the same bed?"

Tears threatened to fill her eyes but she fought them off. "No. The entire universe feels like it should be when we're together."

He'd tensed but laughed at the second part. "I think as kids, we spent so long obsessed with pleasing our families that our future always seemed to have them in it, still controlling us."

"We still love them, Steven," Connie reminded him firmly.

He sighed. "I know that. Even when I second guess it I know that. I just... so much has changed."

"We should go back then." She looked down at him and watched his face cycle through emotions before he met her eyes.

"Come again?"

"We should go back to Beach City and see if it, see if they changed with us." She brushed her thumb over his stubble and he lifted his chin for scratches. They gazed into each others eyes, Connie taking breaks at small intervals when it got to be too much.