Promises

Chapter 8

AN: @chadidris here goes that itch scratching you asked for...

Erik woke up wrapped around Ada. His face was buried into the crook of her neck taking in her scent. They had been waking up like this for days now but it never failed to bring him the best sleep he'd had in a long time. He was content in the early morning light, Ada's body pressed against his own. Little puffs of her breath tickled his shoulder, her breasts and belly pressed against the hard plains of his body and her leg slung over his hips, opening herself up to him. Yeah, he was content in this position.

She shifted closer in her sleep drawing him closer and Erik stifled a groan. His morning wood was pressed in between her legs where he knew he would find her warm and wet and ready for him. He saw the way she looked at him when she thought he wasn't looking, like she wanted to devour him. And he'd let her only if he could reciprocate.

He hadn't played fair to get into her bed. He wore less clothing than he'd been planning but the first week when her eyes glazed over at his basic sweatpants outfit and she unconsciously licked her lips, he thought she wouldn't mind in the end if she was satisfied. But it seemed like was he was torturing himself more. He was basking in the noises she made in her sleep—good dreams if he could guess—in the way she held him tighter around the neck, in the warmth of her body next to his. He missed being with his baby and with her having his baby, it was important that he was near her. Especially in this time when she was already a week passed her due date. He brushed his lips across Ada's forehead.

"Mmmm," she moaned, reaching her hands over her head and stretching into him. Erik rubbed a hand down her back. He loved mornings where they could sleep in. "What time izit?"

"It's only 8:30." His voice was husky at her inadvertent rocking against him. She was torturing him. "Go back to sleep and I'll make you breakfast while I start lunch."

His family would be coming to visit, the first time T'Challa, Shuri, and Queen Ramonda would get to meet Ada. She was nervous and had been stressed out since he'd mentioned their visit in passing. Erik didn't think it was a big deal; they had known about how Erik felt about her before he'd even been ready to acknowledge the depth of his feelings. Some nights he would have dreams about her, about situations they'd been in, about the situations he wanted to go through with her. He dreamt about her left behind, probably moving on with her life, finding a new man to try to take his place. He would wake up full of rage, ready to take that anger out sparring with T'Challa, the only person who could handle the heart shaped herb pulsing through his veins. T'Challa would take it in stride; a secret smile would be on his lips and Erik would do his best to beat it off of him.

"What time are they coming again?" He was lucky her eyes were closed as he rolled his own. She'd asked him six times a day since she'd told her.

"Three. I'll be done with enough time to help you get dressed if you need it," he joked. Ada giggled before tucking herself impossibly closer. Erik felt rapid thumps against his stomach and he felt his heart swell the way it always did when he felt Sade. She was strong and very active, always kicking when she heard music or Erik's voice. She was also stubborn like her mama, taking her sweet ass time to come when they couldn't wait to meet her. The thumps continued and Ada huffed out a breath.

"Of course you start talking and your child won't let me go back to sleep." She rolled out of his arms to the opposite side of the bed. Erik watched in amusement as Ada rocked herself to her feet and waddled to the bathroom, dressed in his t-shirt and and an old pair of his boxers.

"You just mad she already has a favorite," he called back. He heard her scoff and then start peeing.

"The minute she comes out, we'll see who's her favorite. I can already tell she has your appetite and I'm the one with the milk." Erik grumbled under his breath.