Pretend It's Okay (Bluestone 42 Fanfic)

Chapter 24: L-O-V-E

Chapter 24: (Karmin's POV)

Irritation bubbles over my entire being as my eyes follow the grumpy man 'helping' Gordon and I with our airplane tickets. "And you're British, flying to Afghanistan, from Paris?" Tempted to reach over and have a replay of the day Gordon and I first met (punching the man in the stomach), I step around Gordon, making sure to be fully aware of this man's interrogative gaze as I speak.

"Hello." His eyes, as if he can't be bothered with me, lazily half glance at me before looking down. That's it. "Hello." My loud voice booms, Gordon's warning hand massaging my shoulder in an attempt to calm me down as stares land on us from other flyers, but I only shrug his hands off me. This man decided to do tickets as a career so the least he can do is be kind, plus he'd been this way to others before us. And on top of all that, he's been interrogating Gordon and I for the last 30 minutes. At my rising volume, the brown milked over with old age land on me but only for a second longer. "Yes, hello. Hi. I exist. Right here." Moving erratically in front of my chin, my hands fly as a warning for him to pay attention before I lose my shit. FINALLY, his eyes land and stay on me. "Oh, you can see me! I'm Karmin Bloom. My husband and have been here for 30 minutes with your ridiculous questioning of us, which shouldn't happen by the way considering we don't have anything illegal on us and haven't been suspicious with our actions or anything.

"Yes, we are going to Afghanistan because there's stuff there that we do called serving the country. We help protect everyone in this airport and it's this little thing called being in the Army. Nothing major, but we'd appreciate it if you would stop being such a jerk and actually do your job by scanning our flight tickets without asking useless questions and being so judgmental because one of us has an accent. Your tone, by anyone else, can be called discrimination or racism and I can guarantee you that you don't want to be associated with any of that. So please, do your job and stop being a downright arse." Shock writes itself across the olden facial features of his. Stuttering like a mess, his hands nervously grab ahold of our tickets, scanning them as supposed before handing them back to me. Head bowed low, he apologizes with sincerity and an embarrassed blush brushed across his cheeks.

I thank him, not even giving a second glance behind me as I tug my rolling suitcase behind me as I load onto the plane, leaving behind me a few cheers and claps. "You're bloody mad." Gordon laughs as he steps into sync with my footsteps beside me.

"He was a bloody arse." I mimic his 'language' before he grabs ahold of my arm at the bend, spinning me to face him and his lips crashing onto mine. Tightly, my arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer afraid to lose him as I might because not everything lasts forever. Especially not something as perfect as we are...

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A few weeks later:

"Byrd?" My groan sounds deep and deadly as though I am dying of some unknown decease and boy does it feel like it. A small cough escapes my lips as I miserably lay myself back on my bed.

"Here, princess." She jokes with a small smile as she raises a bottle of water to my chapped lips. I had recently been in an accident on camp when Rocket and Mac failed to notice a bomb, so I pushed them out of the way and got the most injured of the three of us. "You're looking better." She winks flirtatiously at me in the most fake way possible, trying to make me laugh. "What's going on?"

"I could have died, Byrd."

"You knew that when you came back. When you first came here you knew that." She tries to understand what's going on before I can explain it.

Suddenly chilled, I run my hands over my arms. "I know. But things change. People change." Her eyes narrow in suspicion and thoughtfully as my answers get curiouser and curiouser.

"What changed with you? You went through hell and back in your past and you decided to come here. Then you came back from the Honeymoon as the same Karm-" Her words fade and I watch with internal amusement as her eyes light up. "NO WAY!" She screams as she finally catches on. A single finger goes to my lips in an attempt to shut her up. 

"NO WAY what?" Nick impersonates the girly moment Byrd just gave up on account of realization of my secret. My eyes follow his voice to find Gordon, Mac, Rocket, and Skip filing into my room behind Nick.

"OUR GIRLIE IS PREGNANT!" Her voice is incredibly loud, my eyes too busy focused on Gordon to conceive his reaction to glare at Byrd for telling them when I hadn't even told Gordon.

Slowly, as if in disbelief, he walks towards me in my bed, taking a hold of my left hand between both of his. "I'm so sorry, Gordon. I was going to tell-" His lips crash onto mine after searching my eyes for what I guess is an answer as to if this was real or not, but I don't hesitate to kiss him back and lose myself in it. We pull away, aware of the others still in the room, our foreheads touching.

"I'm in L-O-V-E with you and definitely will be with this little bugger." He teases as his hand rests softly on my stomach. I lean up, brushing my lips lovingly against his cheek, smiling as his stubble scratches my lips in the most perfect way to be comfortable and not itchy or harsh. "So, drinks to celebrate?"

"Not me." I tease as he turns around to face me again since he'd faced his friends to offer a round. "But I would like another drink of the toxin that is you." His cheeks turn red and they all aww or make some kind of crude comment to my flirtation as Gordon cheekily leans down to roughly but passionately capture my lips in his own and add a little fight for dominance with our tongue just to spite their comments.