Fired

A/N: Thought this little one-shot could be my Easter present to y'all 💜

I close my eyes, taking a deep breath. I rest my head on his bare chest, pulling the blanket over us.

"It's freezing..." I mumble.

"Mackie it's ten degrees outside..." He says. "It's literally freezing."

"Don't be an ass..." I say quietly.

He laughs.

"Honey, I know we didn't wanna do this too quickly, or in the wrong way, but I think we need to talk about some things..." He says.

"Honey, I just want one day where we don't talk about divorce papers..." I say.

"Okay, baby..." He says.

"I have them drawn up, I just don't know how to tell him..." I say.

"Baby, we are in the same boat..." He says with a chuckle, kissing my forehead.

We lay quietly together and find myself in such a content, and comforted place that I'm almost sleepy.

I haven't been sleeping well. I'm either staring at the ceiling in bed next to Peter, or tossing and turning in the guest room.

"How's that baby doing?" He asks, resting his hand on my stomach.

"He's good..." I say softly.

"He?" Chris whispers.

"I think it's a boy..." I say, smiling softly.

He plants a gentle kiss on my bare belly.

I wrap my arms around him, and he touches my hand to his belly again.

I rest my hand on top of Chris's and he smiles.

"I've never been so excited about anything..." I say quietly.

"Our boy..." He whispers.

He flips me on my back, hovering over me.

"Good god, I love you, Mariska..." He mumbles as he kisses down my neck.

We roll over and I end up straddling him. I start to kiss down his chest.

"I love you so much..." I say.

"How much time do we have?" Chris asks breathily.

I scramble for my phone on the side table.

"Thirty minutes..." I moan as he sinks into me.

We roll over, tangling ourselves up in the sheets.

Chris rips them off the bed, leaving us completely exposed to the cold winter air. Despite how high I turn up the air conditioning in my trailer.

We're so wrapped up in each other that we don't even notice the trailer door opening.

"Hey Rish, are we still on to rehearse lines?" The voice asks.

I lift my head off the bed, looking over Chris's shoulder to see Diane looking a her script.

She looks up and her eyes go wide.

"Oh my god!" She yells.

Chris whips around looking for blankets to cover us.