A Falice Story

8. Dinner with Friends

It's late Saturday morning when I finally wake up. FP quietly got up earlier, letting me sleep in; knowing how much I needed it--especially after the fiasco last night was. I sit up, feeling slightly nauseous and slowly get out of bed. As I make my way downstairs, I find FP in the kitchen making breakfast. 

"Babe, you're cooking?" I joke and he smiles, realizing I'm awake. "Dammit! I wanted to bring you breakfast in bed this morning!" I giggle, "We can still do that..." I wrap my arms around his waist. "Well I'm not quite as great in the kitchen as you are--but I know blueberry pancakes are your favorite," he flips the last one on a plate and swiftly turns around, his lips meeting mine.

"Ooooo, that was smooth Jonesy." He laughs, "Oh God, you haven't called me that in years." I smirk, "I have to make up for it." I stab my fork into a pancake, bringing it to my mouth. "Babe! You've been holding out on me--these are amazing!" He smiles, "Are those just the pregnancy taste buds talking?" I take another bite, "No way! If anything I'd be extra sensitive to food--by the way, these are also curing my nausea, so double congrats." 

FP kisses my cheek and he moves to the other side of the kitchen island across from me, grabbing a stack of pancakes. "So...where are the kids?" He shrugs, "I'm not quite sure. They were already gone when I got up this morning." I meet his gaze, "I just don't know what to do about them. What if they're mad at us forever?!" He reaches across the counter and takes my hand in his, "They won't be mad forever--they just need time. I think it's best we let them be. It'll give them time to think about how they handled themselves last night." 

I sigh, "You're right. It's just hard--you know? I've already driven Polly away--I can't do the same with Betty." FP gently rubs my arm, "You won't lose her. She loves you--a lot. Jug told me how worried she was about you after the Black Hood revelation and the divorce. She told him that's the only reason why she's okay with us being together, because she wants you to be happy." 

His words hit me hard--probably because my hormones are running wild, but in all honesty, it probably would have made me just as emotional anyways. Betty has always had a hard time expressing her feelings to me. She tends to stuff a lot of things down and it hurts to know she doesn't trust me enough to talk to me. These past few months have been really great for us though. We're working through a lot, and I know we'll get through this too. 

We decide to go back to bed for a bit--cherishing this alone time we have. I curl my body into him and feel his arms wrap around me. "Are you still feeling up to having dinner with Fred and Hermione tonight?" I shift so I'm more comfortable in his arms, "Of course. We haven't gone out for a long time, so I'm not missing this chance."

"Well, we better take advantage of as many date nights as we can before this one ruins the party," he jokes, rubbing my stomach. "I'm going to hold you to it," I challenge, rolling on top of him, just kissing him enough to tease him. "Oh, come on Ali--I thought you were feeling sick?" I toss my hair behind my shoulder, hovering above him seductively, "I'm suddenly...feeling better." He just shakes his head, smirking, while unbuttoning the flannel shirt I'm wearing--which is actually his. He pulls it off me and is surprised when he finds the black, lacy bra he loves so much underneath. 

"What did I do to deserve this?!" he exclaims, clearly excited about my choice of undergarment. "I would just like to thank you for being the world's best baby daddy," I smirk as I nip at his neck. I roll off of him and he gets on top, being significantly more gentle than usual. I wrap my arms around his neck, and run my hands through his hair. "I'll take that," he smiles, leaving marks across my chest and neck. "Remember, we're going out to dinner tonight, mister. I don't want too many of those..." He just laughs, "Oh, come on. I know you love them." I roll my eyes, and can't help but smile.