The Honeymoon

A familiar blue light appeared and, when it cleared, left Lauren and Micky standing outside a log cabin, practically hidden in the woods, away from everything modern that could be imagined.

"I don’t know how you managed this, babe," Micky said.

Lauren grinned at him, tapping the side of her head. "I’m good."

Micky gave her a questioning look, then grinned. "Doesn’t matter. It’s just you, me... and no one else!"

"I like that." Lauren dug in her pants pocket, then pulled out a keyring, offering it to him. "Be my guest."

Micky snatched up the key to the door, then snatched Lauren up. "I’m gonna do this right!"

Lauren laughed. "Mick, don’t you think you should unlock the door first and then pick me up? It’d be a little easier--"

Micky merely shook his head, moving towards the door. He got the key in the lock first try and swung open the door. He stepped over the threshold carefully. "See that? I didn’t hit your head against the doorframe." He grinned.

"Good job," she returned. "Okay, now you can put me down."

Micky quirked an eyebrow. "Do I have to? Here?"

Lauren knew exactly what he was thinking. She sighed. "Alright, we’ll take the tour later." She paused. "Although it may help if you know where the bedroom is."

"Just point the way, babe."

She pointed off to a door on the left side of the living room. "Over there."

Micky took off in a sprint, causing Lauren to chuckle. He practically skidded to a stop in front of the door, turned the knob, and kicked it open. He resumed his sprint, until the bed block his way. He skidded at the edge of it and dropped her down onto the bedroom.

Lauren sat up. "That was fun," she grinned.

He returned it, sitting next to her. "This’ll be even more fun." He leaned forward and pulled her into a deep kiss. He ran his hands over her back, while she played with his curls.

When they parted, Micky grinned. "And this time you don’t get to say no."

Lauren returned the grin, her face slightly flushed already. "I wouldn’t think of it!"

This time she initiated the kiss, but he was the one to start lowering both of them flat on the mattress. They continued kissing like that a few moments before Micky pulled away abruptly.

Lauren’s eyebrows arched. "Mick?"

His almond-shaped eyes were hazed over. He swallowed and gave her an apologetic look. "I’m sorry, babe. I just... after what happened at the factory... I tried to forget..." He trailed off, seeing her frown.

Lauren sat up again and took his left hand. "It was terrible." She paused. "Micky, you know I’d never do anything to hurt you, right?" He nodded. "This is between you and me, for us, not someone’s else’s amusement. Like you said, you, me, and no one else." She glanced away for a moment, then turned back and looked him straight in the eyes, noticing some of the haze had dissipated. "Whatever happens between us tonight is up to you."

Micky’s eyes searched hers. After several long moments, he gave her a smile, but shook his head. "No... it’s up to both of us." He leaned forward once again to kiss her.

Together, they fell over sideways, breaking the kiss. Lauren grinned. "That works."

Micky smiled. "Yeah, it does." He paused, then gave her a patented evil grin. "Won’t work very easily for gettin’ our clothes off."

"You don’t think so?" She smirked.

"Wait--" He held up an index finger, then rolled her onto her back. He leaned over, grinning. "That oughtta make it a little easier."

"I don’t mean to rush you in your therapy, but could we possibly move this along?

"Why? Are you late for something?"

Lauren shook her head. "No, but you’ve only been subtly trying to get me in bed for... how long?"

Micky’s grin fell. "I’m really sorry about that, babe. I didn’t mean to push you. Guess I kinda got a taste of my own medicine..."

She slapped a hand on her forehead. "No, Mick, that isn’t... I didn’t mean it like that. I love your teasing! I just meant that I’ve kept both of us waiting to make it something very special..." Her hand fell and she frowned. "And it was almost ruined..." Lauren paused. "Can’t keep doing this." She looked up at him and melted.

Micky was smiling. "It is special. And it wasn’t ruined, and it won’t be ruined." He leaned over and gave her a kiss that made her melt even more. He pulled away, still smiling, then straddled her.

He began working at the buttons on the front of her white blouse she’d worn for the ceremony. She closed her eyes. He didn’t take too long with the buttons, nor did he speed through them. She opened her eyes again as he spread the shirt open.

Then he quirked an eyebrow, pouting. "Damn bra."

"Well? Give it a try. It won’t bite."

"No..." He grinned evilly, waggling his eyebrows. "But I might."

Lauren laughed and sat up. Micky pulled the shirt off her, then made an attempt at the bra clasp. She sighed. "Just let me--"

He grit his teeth. "I’ll get it! I want to get it... c’mon you lousy thing..."

With all his attention averted, she took the opportunity and undid his belt, the button, and the fly.

He finally figured out the clasp, pulling the bra from her. He scratched his head. "Damn, babe, you do have some nice curves!"

She smirked. "So do you, pal." She pointed.

He looked down and saw what she’d done. He grinned. "You are a minx!"

Lauren laughed. "Enough flattery!" He leaned over far enough so she could pull his short sleeved, white with red trim sweater off.

Micky sat up and posed. "See something you like?"

She grinned. "You’re torturing me, here, you know that?"

He grinned again. "Babe, the torture has yet to begin." He winked, then moved down to work on her pants.

"Don’t hurt yourself down there." She returned the wink as he fussed with the button.

He paused, then turned around and instead pulled of her shoes and socks. Taking the opportunity he created, Micky tickled her feet.

Lauren laughed, trying to move her feet in vain, since he was still sitting on her legs. Her face was flushed from laughing when he stopped and turned to her.

"Now I can proceed." He undid the fly, then moved off to pull her pants off, but not the underwear. She gave him an odd look.

He pulled of his tennis shoes, then the socks and pulled his pants off, leaving a pair of striped boxers. He shrugged.

She nodded, understanding why he did that himself, then laughed as Micky practically launched himself onto her, making both of them bounce on the bed.

"Great shocks!" he crowed, before capturing her lips in a kiss. Lauren began to finger his curls again, as he started running an index finger along her side. She wanted to laugh because it tickled, but he wouldn’t let up the kiss. He switched and tickled her other side, this time breaking the kiss, so she could laugh. "How’s that for torture?"

Through her squinting from laughing so hard, she could still see the brightness in his eyes. She sighed inward, thankful that the past... events... had dissipated almost completely.

"You’re such a tease!" she announced.

"My, my... babe, you have a very low level of patience." Micky paused, then grinned. "And for that, you’ll be rewarded!" He moved off her and pulled her underwear off, then stood up himself, and pulled his boxers off. He paused, again, grinning. "See something else you like?" He launched himself on her again.

She pulled him down into a kiss, then decided to see if he would offer that "reward". She spread her legs enough as an invitation. His eyes gleamed and he took the invite. She gasped, feeling him a little quicker than she’d expected.

He heard the gasp and involuntarily paused, working with more intent on the kiss for the moment. It was only a few seconds before he heard her moan, then began moving again. He could feel her fingers grasp tightly at his curls. For once, Micky was extremely thankful for his long hair, or else Lauren’s grip would’ve really hurt.

The farther he went, the more something else caught his attention. She was a little tight and it was starting to hurt. He pulled away from the kiss and whispered, "Babe, relax, please."

She nodded and moaned, then wrapped her arms around his neck. He could feel her muscles relax, but only slightly and he winced, beginning to move again. Is this what it’s supposed to feel like? suddenly floated through his mind. The thought was broken when he felt one of her legs wrap around one of his, pulling him in farther. Granted, Micky did like to create explosions, but the one he felt now, he wasn’t too sure about, at the moment atleast.

Lauren did everything she could to keep him where he was, despite the somewhat pained expression on his face. She couldn’t let him go now or else she’d be worse off than he was currently. She didn’t have to wait long, as he finally hit just the right spot. She screamed out, not sure if it was intelligible or not, and held onto him the best she could. It felt like fireworks going off. As it slowed, she realized she was shaking slightly and she felt more of his weight on her, as if he was just laying on her now, rather than just leaning over.

She heard him moan before exiting, but he remained where he was. She fingered his curls again, letting the last of the feeling leave. Finally, she decided to try her voice. "Mick?" It came out whispered, it was all the energy she had left.

"Hmmm..." It took a moment, but he picked his head up to look at her.

She smiled, a hint of worry in her voice. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," he managed, his voice cracking slightly, "kinda hurt, though."

She frowned. She hadn’t relaxed enough. "My fault." She gave him a small smile.

He returned it, then rested his head on her shoulder. "Maybe you’ll get it right in an hour or so."

Lauren blinked. "What?"

Micky turned a grin at her. "You heard me."

She grinned, swatting his curly head. "You’re bad."

"I know."

* * * * *

The next morning, Lauren woke up first. She squinted at the clock on the nightstand. It was only 7:15am. She figured they’d only been asleep for maybe five hours tops.

Lauren smiled sleepily. The wait was worth it. She could feel his arm draped over her stomach... and that’s when it hit her: Micky wasn’t snoring! She did all she could to not flip out because she could feel his breath on the back of her neck. As far as Lauren knew, Micky snored whether he slept on his sides, back, or stomach. She wondered why all of a sudden he was quiet. Maybe... nah. Couldn’t be... could it?

She felt his arm tighten around her and leaned back into him. She smiled once again, closing her eyes.

* * * * *

"Babe, you awake?"

Lauren’s eyes cracked open. "Huh? Whazzit--?"

Micky chuckled. "Sorry, babe, didn’t mean to wake you." He paused. "You are less coherent that I am in the morning."

She knew he was grinning. "Yeah, yeah..."

"Uh, my snoring didn’t keep you awake, did it?" he asked, carefully, still not wanting to admit that he did snore, and something fierce, too.

Lauren shook her head slightly. "Didn’t hear you snore at all."

No response.

"Mick?"

"I wasn’t snoring?"

"No--"

"But the guys said I do... like a buzzsaw!"

"You weren’t."

No response.

"Mick?"

A pause. "You think it was the sex?"

Lauren laughed. "I was actually wondering the same thing myself." She shifted enough to turn her head to look at him.

"What?"

She smiled. "Nothing."

Micky shook his head. "No, c’mon, what were you just thinking?"

She blushed. "You’ve never done it before last night? Not even..."

He gave her a questioning look. "No, definitely no! Why? Was I bad?" He made a face.

Lauren grinned. "Quite the opposite, actually."

"Well, you’ve never done it before, either."

"So?"

Micky grinned. "No comparison: I have to be good!"

"So humble." Lauren gave him a playful shove.

"Aren’t I?" He paused. "You hungry?"

She smiled. "Starving."

"Good." With that, Micky got up and wandered around a bit looking for his boxers. "The heck did they go?"

Lauren laughed and pointed off to the side of the room. "Over there, Adam."

Micky pulled the boxers on. "You want me to grab a couple leaves, too, Eve?" He grinned.

She waved him off. "Just make breakfast and don’t burn down the kitchen!"

He shrugged and made his way out of the room. Somewhere out in the living room, he called out, "I hope I can find what I need in the kitchen!"

Lauren rolled her eyes, then rolled onto her back. She stared up at the ceiling. The whole thing still felt like a dream. A wonderful dream, actually. She smiled and her eyes drifted closed again.

But she bolted up at the crash that came from the kitchen.

"I’m okay!" Micky called out.

Lauren wrapped the sheet around herself and made her way out of the bedroom, grabbing her shorts and t-shirt she usually slept in. Slipping them on as she went, she was just adjusting the shirt when she entered the kitchen.

The table was set. Micky stood in front of the stove, apparently making eggs. He glanced over his shoulder. "Babe, you’re up, great!" He practically poured the eggs out of the pan onto a plate and set it on the table as Lauren sat down.

That’s when she noticed he’d apparently already downed cereal covered with orange juice, his mug sat empty with the exception of the tea bag--he’d promised no more coffee (although he did sneak it whenever possible), it wasn’t like he needed the caffeine anyway-- and a muffin. Now, he was cooking pancakes!

Lauren looked down at her plate of eggs. It was either this or a small bowl of cereal, since she never had much of an appetite it the morning, even though it was after 10am already. She smiled as he flipped the pancakes onto a plate and joined her at the table.

Micky sat, then cocked his head to one side. "Now what?"

"Just admiring the bottomless pit." She grinned.

"You’re one to talk," he smirked.

Lauren rolled her eyes and went to work on the eggs.

Micky shrugged and dug into his breakfast.

* * * * *

Micky stood outside the bathroom door, pounding on it for all he was worth. "Babe, I’ve seen how big that shower is! It’s big enough to share!"

"I won’t be much longer!" Lauren called out. Inside the bathroom, she had the shower running, but wasn’t in it. She sat Indian style on the floor with her chin propped up in her hands, staring at nothing. She thought she had felt weird since waking up around seven and, once she’d gotten in the bathroom, she knew what it was. In all the excitement of the past few days, she’d completely forgotten about her period and it had started that morning.

Now, Lauren wasn’t sure how to tell him that she might be pregnant. Already. They weren’t even moved out of the Pad and into the apartment Mrs. Purdy had. They weren’t even married 24 hours yet.

She heard Micky pound on the door again. "Babe... you’ve been in there a half an hour!" He paused. "Are you okay?"

Lauren heard his voice waiver. She had to tell him. Now. She stood a bit shakily, turned off the shower, took in a deep breath, then stopped with her hand on the doorknob. She took in another breath, then opened the door.

Micky stood, one hand in the air, ready to knock again. He knew something was wrong, she could tell from the look on his face, before he even asked, "Babe, what’s wrong?"

"Living room," she replied, shortly, not trusting her voice very much. She headed for the couch, with Micky following, practically on her heels. She sat heavily on the couch, not trusting herself to look at him again.

He sat next to her, sideways on the couch. "Lauren, what is it?" Whatever it was, he knew it was serious.

She stared at something ahead of her. "I might..."

Micky wracked his brain, trying to think of what she could be getting at. Nothing was coming to him. "Might what?" he prompted carefully.

Lauren finally looked up at his, confusion clear in her blue-green eyes. "I might be pregnant."

He blinked. "Might?" he coaxed.

"My period started this morning," she replied, quietly, looking away again.

Micky sat stunned for a moment, before a grin spread across his face. "Babe, this is great!"

Lauren looked up again, her eyebrows arching. "Mick, we haven’t even moved out the Pad yet." She paused. "I don’t know if I’m ready for this yet."

He sat back, putting an arm around her shoulders. He sighed. "I’m sorry, babe."

She shook her head. "No, don’t be sorry. I’m just... I’m worried. There’s so much that could go wrong--"

"Lauren, you said it yourself. You might be pregnant. So maybe you aren’t," Micky tried.

She shook her head again. "I only said that because I can’t prove that I am." She paused. "Do you know how long we were at it last night?"

He scratched the back of his head, trying to figure it out. "I’m not sure..."

"We got here shortly after ten last night and it was after two when I fell asleep, which wasn’t long after we were done," Lauren said.

"Oh..." Micky paused. "Guess it’s pretty likely, then."

"Yeah."

He scratched the back of his head again. "Wonder what the others will say..."

Her eyes widened. It was tough enough telling him, but the others? Lauren shook her head. "I need to find out for sure, first, Mick."

"When will you find out?"

She shrugged. "It might be too early still to know for sure, but I should see the doctor shortly after we get back."

Micky nodded. "What if you are?"

Lauren’s eyes met his. She could see worry clouding them. She gave him a smile. "I’ll be happy. Don’t know how we’ll manage, but I’ll be happy."

He returned the smile. "I love you, babe, pregnant or not."

She sniffed, her resolve finally breaking down. "I love you, too, Mick..." She leaned forward and hugged him as the tears began.

Micky returned the hug, rubbing Lauren’s back. His eyes closed. In nine months I could be a dad...

~~~End~~~