Hugh Jackman ✨One Shots✨

Conflicting Feelings Part 9

Three Months Later

I woke on the couch, wrapped in a fluffy blanket, from an extremely peaceful nap as I stretched my arms above my head. The bump on my stomach, clearly now visible. Hugh and I had neither confirmed nor denied anything in the media or on social media. The reports had been swirling for the last two months since my bump became visible. The only people that had actually known was Ryan, Blake, Ava, Oscar, Shawn Levy and our families. 

I sat up on the couch, noticing Hugh, sitting outside on the balcony scrolling mindlessly through the random edits of himself as Wolverine on TikTok. He always got a kick out of them and still to this day, did not see himself or understand why he was a sex symbol. I chuckled as I watched him laughing at one of the edits. I got up and walked towards the balcony door, startling him as I opened it. 

"How was your nap, love?" He asked, jumping a bit at the sound of the door opening. 

I chuckled, "It was phenomenal. How's the Wolverine edits?" I asked, amused. 

He laughed, showing me his phone, "Look at this one. This girl says, 'He's 40 years older than me and I need him inside me.' They even used that song Age Ain't Nothin' But a Number." He said, still giggling. 

I laughed, "I literally can't get on my TikTok anymore without seeing your face on my For You page." 

He shook his head, wiping his tears away from his face. He literally would watch the TikToks and laugh until he had tears streaming down his face. It was hilarious to watch. 

He sat his phone down, "What time is your appointment today?" He asked me, referring to the gender appointment. Today was the day we'd find out what our child's gender was.

I looked at my phone, searching through my calendar. "It's at 3:30." I said as I sat my phone back down on the patio table. 

He nodded, "So we've got...three and a half hours." He said as he looked at his phone. 

He piqued my interest, "For?" I asked with furrowed brows. 

He smirked as he pulled me onto his lap and began using his fingers to move the opening of my shirt, near my cleavage, peaking down at my cleavage. 

I giggled, "Not on the balcony..." I teased as I pushed his fingers away. 

He pouted, "Why? This is one of the few places we haven't done it." 

I chuckled, rolling my eyes, "Oh yes, because all we need is someone right there-" I pointed towards the penthouse windows across the road. "To record it and sell it."

He laughed, "Hugh Jackman Goes Down Under." He joked, before starting to mimic the sound of music you'd hear on an old school porno. 

I shook my head, laughing at his banter. "Yeah, let's not. I mean, not on the balcony at least." 

He smirked as he stood up, still holding me, but now holding me bridal style, carrying me into the penthouse. He sat down on the couch, keeping me on his lap as he began kissing me, nibbling and sucking on my bottom lip as his tongue begged for entry. I could feel him growing beneath me as he pushed his hips into mine. The thin fabric of his sweats barely restraining his boner.