Smaller Than Expected

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Emma hopped out of the small plane with a smile as she held onto her sunhat and the red leash that was connected to Roscoe's collar. She was glad to be back even though her mandatory position was being withheld from her due to her baby. She held only that grudge towards the pregnancy. Emma gazed across the landing strip to see, Owen with a boyish smile on his face that made her heart beat a little faster. She had missed that charm he gave off.

Owen stood against a Jurassic World vehicle with his arms crossed, smiling at his pregnant girlfriend as she hastily walked over to him. Was he mad at her? Of course, he was livid but, he couldn't show it to her now it was best to save it for later. Emma wasn't the best person to argue with, she would either get sad or mad and now that she was pregnant she was an absolute mess and she's only fifteen weeks in. Owen couldn't even imagine what she's going to be like in her third trimester. Hopefully she gets used to the mood swings.

Emma let go of Roscoe, telling him to stay put as she wrapped her arms up above his shoulders as she forcefully pressed her lips up against his hungrily. She had missed his company even though he had been gone for a total of fourteen days, she missed him laying in bed with her, cooking for her, and she even missed him babying her. "Well it's good to see you too." Owen flirted, pulling back and looking down at her as she smirked up at him. Owen fumbled at the truck behind him, trying to find the door handle. He cursed to himself as it took him a while to try to find, making Emma laugh lightly as she stared at the sight as she picked up Roscoe's leash.

"Here," He opened up the back door and whistled for Roscoe to get in the back. With no time wasted Roscoe obediently jumped inside wagging his rear and excitedly yipped at Owen to pet him. Owen fluffed around Roscoe's face while crooning at him in a baby voice, he leaned his face in towards Roscoe letting the Australian shepherd lick his face eagerly. Emma stood back with a disgusted face as Owen turned around towards her, a goofy smile lingering on his lips. "Remind me never to kiss you again." Emma teased as Owen grabbed her by the waist threatening to kiss her as she protested. She wriggled her way free of his grip, nearly stumbling over her two feet causing Owen to panic for a moment.

"I'm fine." She waved her hand towards him as she readjusted her balance, looking at the ground embarrassed. Owen couldn't take how careless she was with his growing child inside her. Now she's back at the park, and she's probably going to attempt to do dangerous jobs like cleaning the suchomimus paddock and forgetting that it's in there with her. Something reckless. Owen felt his face turn red with anger for a moment and had to take a deep breath to remain calm at the moment. "Get in and I'll get your things." He ordered sternly, pointing to the vehicle, Emma sassily mocked him making a face. Owen wanted to snap, but remained calm thinking she would explode at him if he were to even open his mouth at the moment.

Emma hopped into the passenger seat irritated as she swatted away at the humidity.
Why were people always coddling her? She wasn't helpless and she was completely capable of handling herself and her child. Owen knew that the heat would get to her down here, he wondered if she were to overexert herself if it would cause the baby any harm. Probably. That was stupid of him to think that way. Owen listened to the frustrated sigh that slipped from Emma's mouth as he climbed into the drivers seat, blasting the cool air for her and Roscoe.

Owen bit his lip at the tension, he wanted her to be in a good mood when he addressed that he was upset that she came to work down here. He coyly smirked towards her as she looked lazily over towards him in question. "Will you be staying in the dorms or...in my bungalow?" Owen's voice deepened as he attempted to flirt with her, earning a little laugh from Emma. Mission successful. "Do you use that on all the girls?" She questioned with a small smirk on her face. She couldn't believe that worked on her. "Only the pretty ones." He replied earning a playful punch on the arm from Emma.

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