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Burning Down The House

***A/N violent content ahead***

"I can't feel anything, is she supposed to be moving yet?" a rainy Saturday morning finds Stevie and I curled up on my couch...our couch...watching Game of Thrones and relaxing from a hectic work week. The holidays are over and Mick's been on cloud nine over the release of our game from Beta testing. To his surprise and delight we've made the top ten in a few weeks time, and have stuck there. As a result he's been cracking the whip at me and the development team for DLC and addons. This rare moment of peace and quiet is something for me to savor.

"She's only ten weeks old Linds" my fingers rub over Stevie's stomach slowly, for about the millionth time this week my lips spread into a massive smile which I hide by snuggling into her neck. I'm going to be a dad. Not only that but I'm going to be a husband, I'm going to have a family of my own "I don't know a whole lot about babies" I grumble. Stevie winds her fingers through mine leaning her back against my chest further "It'll come naturally hon".

Moving her hair to the side I kiss her cheek, hiding my grin again. She turns, her eyes glinting "Are you happy Linds?" in answer I kiss her mouth holding her to me "Mhmm" separating from me she rolls to her back and I look down at her kissing her cheek and chin then finally her neck "I love you" my voice almost cracks with emotion as I nuzzle her softly. Stevie's hands run over my back her heard lolling to the side on a sigh "If-erm-making love won't hurt the baby will it?". I feel like such a moron for not knowing, but I don't want to risk anything.

Stevie cups my cheek kissing my nose "No, in fact one of the more pleasant side affects of pregnancy is increased sexual appetite..." our eyes meet she kisses my nose again. "How increased?" one of her hands slips below my waistband tugging at my belt until it gives way. Running the tip of her fingers over me Stevie moans at the hardness there, "How bout I show you?" her legs spread, and I kneel between them letting her hand work me over "Angel-" I want to take her upstairs, increased sexual appetite or not I'd rather she not be uncomfortable.

Before I have the chance to make the suggestion my phone rings, I try to ignore it letting my senses take over. The ringing doesn't stop, and with a sigh I reach over to the table to answer whoever it is on the other end. Realistically it's either mom or Mick. "Oye, turn on the news" Mick. Stevie nibbles my earlobe and I growl low in my throat "What's on the news?" I hear Mick's tone shift to annoyance "Turn on the news you numpty!" reluctantly I sit up, hating the separation of my skin from Stevie's hot mouth. She moans then pouts her hand still running up and down my length.

"Hang on Angel-" silence on Mick's end "Er...what?" I shake myself Jeez Lindsey...."Not you Mick...I'm-just hang on okay" giggling Stevie passes me the remote and I switch on the news. The bright red breaking news sign lingers below the anchor as I turn the volume up:

"Local authorities state that the fire, while extinguished, managed to spread over all three floors of the house. The lone occupant a woman in her late fifties was identified by her only next of kin as that of Linda Simmons. According to what we were able to find out Simmons was an employee at Fleetwood Adventures, as of right now her cause of death is being called an accident due to a lit cigarette found on the bedding beside her..."

Nosy Linda is dead. That's what Mick's calling about "Lindsey, I don't think it's a bloody coincidence that the second Linda decides to turn on Don she burns herself to death" neither do I. Admittedly I don't know Linda that well, but she doesn't strike me as a smoker. In fact if it weren't for her clandestine espionage of me and Stevie, I'd say she's more like a librarian. "You need to get Stevie and get the hell out of there, I'll loan you the keys to my house in Beverly Hills just go there and lay low for a bit"