Two weeks consisted of Arnold ranting about parts of Star Wars he didn't like, Chris and James doing THINGS (behind doors finally) and Nabalungi and Connor getting closer.
Naba kept dropping hints on her pregnancy, but nobody ever really got it. Her being five months along would obviously show a bump. But large t-shirts and always being in a blanket was her key trick.
Connor and Naba made the extra room into their "private hangout" even though everyone knew about it. Since they didn't have much to put in there, it consisted of one bean bag, a small bed, posters that were actually newspaper adds, a dim lamp, and fake plants. It wasn't much but for them, it was the best spot in the house.
"Connor?" Nabalungis thick accent rang through the bunker. "Connor..?" She called again, only to see James's head peak out from the hallway. He then stepped into view. He was- holding Connor?
——James POV—-
Connor and Chris sat in our room talking for what seemed like hours. His room was right across the hall so I figured that when they feel asleep I could just carry him across or Kevin could do so.
When I walked into the room Chris was on the bed, sleeping. And so was Connor. Cute. I quietly walked to his side of the bed, scooping him up. He was very very very light. It was kinda like when you expect something to be heavy, so you use all your muscle to lift it up, but then it's like nothing so your like, "oh."
As I started walking out he nuzzled his head into my shirt. My heart thudded. "Connor..?" I heard a faint voice from the living room. Thud
"Connor." It called again. Connor kind of readjusted, still facing me. Thud. I walked out of the room. I glared back at Chris then back down at Connor. Thud.
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FanfictionSix people find safety in an underground bunker while the world above them goes to complete panic mode. While two of them are already in a relationship, and there is only one female, the group has to find comfort in each other in order to survive. ...
