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Ever since learning Ellen was carrying our child, I've spent more nights at her place than my own, despite my admitted annoyance towards her dog. Some might call this hovering or being overtly concerned, but most don't live subject to the whims of a magical island. Sleeping by her side gives me a false peace of mind, and given that rest will be in short supply once the baby comes, getting as much of it as I can in the meantime strikes me only as forward thinking.

A light sleeper by nature, something as simple as a shift in her weight is enough to ease me awake. I noise a grunt in the back of my throat as my eyes flutter open, still close enough to dreaming that I don't notice anything's off.

"Ellen?"

Date: 2013-08-05 10:44 pm (UTC)
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It's not that she's been sleeping completely poorly, but now that they're at the halfway mark Ellen is starting to feel a little - well, bigger. It's easier to adjust her sleeping patterns now, to prop a pillow under her back to take some of the weight of - but every now and then, she wakes up when the baby moves, and once it had even been when the baby got a case of the hiccups inside her - which was an odd feeling to say the least.

Right now, she's sleeping with something the size of a football in her belly, one hand absently resting on the bump that rises and falls with her breathing.

She stirs, but doesn't open her eyes right away.

"Yeah?"

Date: 2013-08-07 10:27 am (UTC)
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"Hmm?"

She eases over slowly, frowning behind closed eyes as she attempts to navigate the movement. It's only going to get more difficult once the baby is closer to the size of a watermelon, but she's not one to complain. And then her eyes slowly flutter open - and go wide.

"Oh, my God."

Date: 2013-08-07 06:32 pm (UTC)
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"You're definitely younger," she murmurs, and leans in closer to study his features - there's hints in there, she thinks, of the man he'll grow up to become eventually. The more she looks at him, though, the more she recognizes that there's something majorly different about him - namely, eye contact. She's never actually looked into his eyes and seen him looking back - even though she knows that he's likely mapped out the planes of her face by touch numerous times already.

"You can see me," Ellen breathes, and there's a little exhilaration in it in spite of all the weirdness - because even though he's effectively a teenager, it's still Matt in there, with all his experience and knowledge, knowledge of her - and it's why her hand moves to cover his, squeezing warmly.

Date: 2013-08-07 06:55 pm (UTC)
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She grins, then laughs, a small and quiet sound - and the baby, as if sensing a shift in her mood as well as her waking state, moves around in response, pushing out with either a small fist or a foot against her stomach.

"Okay, I'll never get over how that feels," she says, her free hand ghosting down to rest against that spot, waiting for another flutter.

Date: 2013-08-07 09:24 pm (UTC)
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"The baby is - either kicking or punching, I'm not sure," Ellen admits, moving her hand out of the way in order for him to feel it for himself.

It's still weird, her having this conversation with him looking like that, but - not as weird as she might have led herself to imagine. "It's like it knows when I wake up, since that means breakfast is coming."

Date: 2013-08-09 12:20 am (UTC)
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Ellen shrugs both shoulders, but there's a smile slowly growing on her lips.

"I could eat," she murmurs, which is actually secret pregnant lady code for yes.

Date: 2013-08-09 12:37 am (UTC)
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He's leaning in slowly, his hand still resting on her belly, and she gives him an expectant look in return before he shoots backward, practically launching himself off the bed. It's such an uncharacteristic display of haste that she starts grinning, swinging her legs over and standing up, both arms winding above her head in a lazy stretch.

"I'll be there in a minute. I'm going to let Zeus out."

Date: 2013-08-09 01:20 am (UTC)
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She gives him a strange look.

"Unless you want him to have an accident, then yes," she replies, stepping past him on her way into the other room. Zeus gets the living room whenever Matt's staying over, which is happening more and more these days. He's eager to get outside and sprints out when she opens the front door, waiting out on the porch.

Date: 2013-08-09 10:44 am (UTC)
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Zeus is a bigger dog now, but still technically a puppy, which makes it a lot of fun when he tries to barrel into her, but somehow he senses now that he needs to tread lightly around her, as if he can scent the difference. If anything, he's more protective of her, although he and Matt have a tenuous alliance.

She lets him back inside afterward, moving to the kitchen to feed him, where he digs into his food with happy crunching noises. One hand idly resting on her belly, she sidles over quietly. "Need any help?"

Date: 2013-08-11 08:41 pm (UTC)
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"Okay."

She gives him a small, studying look and then moves to the kitchen table in the neighboring room, settling herself into a chair. Her stomach is the perfect size for her to casually rest her hand on it, so she leaves it there, her other hand drifting down to pet Zeus when he comes over to lay down after finishing the food in his bowl.

Date: 2013-08-15 11:13 am (UTC)
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"Probably. Did you cut yourself?"

Ellen frowns visibly and gets to her feet, moving into the kitchen and towards the cupboard where she keeps the majority of her first-aid supplies. The bandaids are the first thing she sees, and she grabs the box of them to bring them back to the table, reaching out to take his hand.

"Let me see."

Date: 2013-08-18 07:56 pm (UTC)
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"It's definitely an adjustment period," Ellen murmurs understandingly, cleaning off the cut first before putting a fresh bandaid around his thumb, gently holding onto his hand for a few more beats once she's done.

"There." She smiles up at him. "Okay?"

Date: 2013-08-24 01:26 am (UTC)
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It might be an unconscious act, but she tilts her head into his touch, reaching up with one hand to gently snake fingers around his wrist, the bones feeling smaller under her hands. More delicate.

"Good," she murmurs, smiling slowly.

Date: 2013-08-26 02:08 am (UTC)
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"Eat your fruit?" Ellen weakly finishes, clearing her throat quietly as she shifts, turning to face the first-aid kit instead of him directly.

She'll just busy herself with putting it away first before taking a seat at the table, though she's attempting to stifle a smile as she does so.

She fully intends to blame the hormones.

Date: 2013-08-26 03:15 am (UTC)
shewaswarned: (hope in the air)
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"Why would you - oh."

She hadn't even considered the possibility that there'd be an issue with - keeping hands to one's self.

Date: 2013-08-26 10:32 am (UTC)
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"What, are you worried I'll try something?"

She's fully confident in her ability to stay hands-off until this is back to normal.

Date: 2013-08-28 10:25 am (UTC)
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She practically snorts back a laugh, some of the earlier tension easing away, and returns to eating silently.

For a lawyer, someone needs practice on coming to his own defense.

about

Matt Murdock, also known as the vigilante, Daredevil, is a Marvel Comics character created by Stan Lee and Bill Everett in 1964.

June 2014

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