Intoxicating

Birthday Surprise

Timothée's POV

It’s not something I’d ever thought I’d want—family, forever, the weight of responsibility. But seeing Leia like this, with my child growing inside her, it’s like something primal snapped in me. She’s mine. She’s carrying what we made together, proof that no one else will ever have her like I do.

The water shimmered around us, her body weightless as I held her, floating in the pool was the way she felt some relief from the pregnancy.  I had one hand under her back and the other cradling the curve of her belly. Her bikini barely covered her, and every time my thumb brushed over her skin, I felt the tight stretch of her stomach, a living, breathing symbol of how much our lives were about to change.

“You’re staring again,” she said, a smile playing on her lips, but she didn’t open her eyes.

“Can you blame me?” I murmured, my voice low. “Look at you, Leia. You’re all baby. Perfect. How did I ever deserve this?”

Her cheeks flushed, and she shifted slightly, the movement causing a soft ripple in the water. “You didn’t,” she teased, but her hand reached up to cover mine where it rested on her stomach.

“I’m serious.” My throat tightened as I looked down at her. The sun kissed her skin, her freckles standing out more than usual, her hair damp and clinging to her shoulders. “You’re beautiful, baby. I can’t stop thinking about you, about this, about everything.”

Her lips twitched, and finally, she opened her eyes, those piercing blue eyes that could see right through me. “About the baby? Or about me?”

“Both,” I admitted, unable to hold back a grin. “But mostly about you. The way your body’s changing—God, it’s driving me crazy, Leia. Every curve, every inch of you.” I slid my hand up her side, brushing just under the curve of her breast. “You’re glowing, baby. And I did that to you.”

“You’re obsessed,” she said, but there was no hiding the way her smile widened, the way her fingers tightened over mine.

“Yeah, I am.” My voice dropped lower, rougher. “And I’m never gonna stop being obsessed with you. You’re mine, Leia. You’ve always been mine, and now the whole world will know it.”

She sighed, her head tilting back, letting me support her completely. “I can’t believe I let you knock me up,” she joked, but there was warmth in her voice.

“You love it,” I countered, a smirk tugging at my lips. “You love how it feels to be mine. Admit it.”

Her laugh was soft, and she pressed her free hand against my chest. “Timothée…”

I leaned down, brushing my lips against her forehead, then her temple, before settling just above her ear. “Say it,” I whispered. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” she said, her voice barely audible over the sound of the water lapping around us.

I looked over at Leia and she tilted her head, looking up at me, and giggled softly. “What?”

I couldn’t help but smile. That sound—her laugh—it did something to me. It wasn’t just her laugh; it was the way her nose scrunched just slightly, the way her eyes shone, like she didn’t have a care in the world.

“Nothing,” I said.

“Timmy?” she murmured after a while, her voice softer now.

“Yeah?”

“I’m so happy,” she whispered, her fingers brushing the edge of my jaw. “I don’t say it enough, but I am. With you. Like this.”

I swallowed hard, my smile fading into something more serious. “You mean that?”