Losing your memory

Do we have our game plan?

Addy chewed on her bottom lip as he spoke, silently cursing herself. He was right— she hadn’t even met his brother’s fiancee yet. Fuck. The blonde had a million thoughts running through her mind so she turned around to face Ian, her eyes taking a moment to run over his handsome face. “This isn’t a mistake, right?” She asked quietly. “I mean, not Aidan…” She quickly tried to correct herself. “I-I don’t know.” Her hand ran over her belly, which she found herself doing quite often. “I mean, us… I know you said you’d be here for me but I don’t want you to feel trapped. You know— You know how some women will get pregnant to stay with the guy or something—” Addy rambled on, mostly to herself. “I don’t want— I’m not doing that. I mean, we’ve only been together a little while but I love you and— and i’m a little bit worried about how fast it all happened and I don’t want to scare you off or have you feel obligated to be with me because of Aidan but-but this is what you want right?” Naturally, Addison’s cautious and un-trusting behavior had caught up to her— maybe it was the hormones— but she had become increasingly worried lately that she had trapped Ian into this life with her that she wasn’t fully sure he wanted. He had only woken up from his coma a year ago and Addy didn’t fully know how it worked with his brain and if he felt like he was too young to settle down because of his lost years. The thoughts caused her to spiral, not matter how much she tried to ignore it. Addy was an insecure and needy person, due to her abandoning, and was always seeking clarification for things like this. And due to this being so life-changing, it had the girl in a constant fear, even laying in his arms, post-making love.

Ian listened to her as she poured out seemingly everything that had been bothering her, and while some of it was reasonable for her to consider, other parts seemed geared towards freaking herself out even more. However, he waited until she was done speaking before responding, wanting to make sure that she'd expressed every fear that was floating around in her mind. "Addison Carmichael, I love you and it's because I love you that I'm not going to run through every fear that you just listed because that would bore you to no end if I went into that much depth. But I will answer the last question the you asked and hopefully that'll help you: yes this is what I want." He paused for a moment after that, wanting her to fully comprehend what he'd said before continuing. "Sure I wasn't expecting us to have a baby quite so soon, but I have always wanted kids at some point and maybe now is that point. And while our having a kid would add another element to our relationship, it doesn't change how I feel about you or how the rest of our lives are supposed to play out." Ian then offered her a small smile, continuing his progressively elongating response, "I know that you aren't trying to trap me in a relationship, and even if you were, I wouldn't mind. I'm happy with you and if that counts as being trapped, then I'll enjoy being a prisoner. Things are going to be alright and so long as you're okay with everything, this is bound to be one of the happiest times in our life. Or, at least that's what parenting books always say."

Do we have our game plan?

Do we have our game plan?

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Ian ceased his chest massage when she began to focus on his below the belt regions, moving her arms so that he was propped up on his elbows against the bed, allowing him to see what Addy was doing. "Maybe a little bit," he chuckled huskily in response, kicking his boxers off once she'd brought them down low enough. Ian watched as her mouth engulfed his length, proving how capable she was of keeping her gag reflexes in check. Her deliberate movements and the feeling of her touch against his sensitive skin sent shocks down his spine, each moment of contact causing his breathing to hitch slightly. He never ceased to be amazed at how effortlessly she seemed to shift between innocent and seductive, figuring that it was some combination of the look in her eye and her positioning. Either way, he chose not to question it very much and opted to simply relax and enjoy the show.

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Do we have our game plan?

Smiling while wrapping her arms and legs around Ian’s body as he picked her up, Addison pressed her lips against his, gently caressing his mouth with her own. As they reached the bedroom and she was sat on the bed, Addy broke the kiss and released him from her grip. Looking up at him with desire in her gaze, the blonde gripped the hem of Ian’s shirt and pulled up up, assisting him in taking it off. His shirt was always the first thing she took off— always wanting to admire him. When the fabric had been discarded onto the floor, Addy’s small fingers found their way to the button and zipper of his jeans, unfastening him while also pulling him atop her as she descended to lay back on the mattress.

While Ian was carrying Addison to the room, he ran one of his hands over and around her waist, just barely grazing his fingers across the skin. He returned her kiss until they reached the bed and he sat her down on it. With her assistance, Ian got his shirt off and tossed it somewhere into the room, leaving it to be found a few days later when he was due to do the laundry. He followed her lead and placed both hands on either side of her head on the mattress, supporting all of his weight on one arm when she started on his jeans and he helped to pull them down to his ankles before kicking them off. With most of his clothes off, Ian resumed kissing her, trailing his lips up her jaw before reconnecting their lips.

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"Fingers are an important part to being a superhero…" She mumbled and smiled up at him. According to the internet, Aidan was only about the size of a kidney bean and he or she looked more alien than human. They had a little while to plan since they had caught the pregnancy pretty early on. Shaking her head at his cockiness, Addison leaned up to nip at his bottom lip, tugging it back a couple times and then releasing him as her hands trailed lower towards his abdomen. "You know… They say that actions speak louder than words…" Her lips trailed along his jawline and up to his ear where she whispered that she wanted to take him to bed before resuming her kissing.

"Unless they grow hooks for hands instead, that'd be both awesome and make for super helpful weapons," he added, smiling. Coming up with loopholes seemed to be quite the talent of his. And while it still felt odd for them to be talking about a baby, he liked it, the anticipation of a mini version of them running around making him want her to be at the nine month mark already. "Then let's go test out those actions," he said in reply to her wanting him to take her to bed, before gently wrapping his arms around her and picking her up. While she still wasn't considered as being very pregnant or fragile, Ian didn't want to take any chances as he carried her down the hall to the bedroom.

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"You mean Supergirl or Superboy?" Addy smiled cheekily at the thought of a little kid running around wanting to be just like their daddy. "Just… one step at a time." She told him softly as she gently guided his back to one of the living room walls, softly pressing her body against him. "Hmm…" She pondered his question in return. "How does one adequately express the quantity of how much I love you…" The blonde tilted her head to the side and peered up at Ian. "I can’t just tell you… It wouldn’t be good enough." She teased innocently, placing her hands against his chest and writing her name across the front of his shirt with her finger, much like she did when they were first starting out and he had asked her to the wedding. Now their own baby was growing between them.

"Yeah, sure, that," Ian replied, acknowledging the fact that her wording was better. "Okay we can wait to talk about that kind of thing, at least until Aidan has actual fingers." He laughed softly when he remembered that their no longer hypothetical child was just barely existent, a slight shape having been taken inside Addy's stomach but nothing that resembled a human. "I can agree with that, I'm incredibly lovable. You just can't put it into words," he said with a slight smirk, leaning back against the wall which she'd slowly pushed him up against. "The English vocabulary is far too limited to explain such a thing."

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Addy shook her head, leaning up to gently kiss Ian on the lips a couple times before drawing back out again. “You’re also Superman.” She quirked a brow at him. “And I don’t think that gene is passed along so maybe i’ll get lucky and get a normal-sized kid. Just because I picked you and I love your jumbo shoulders and muscles doesn’t mean that I want my child coming out with them.” She smiled up at him and ran her hands along said jumbo shoulders and muscles. That body really was one to make her weak in the knees… But she certainly didn’t want Aidan coming out with anything similar. “Have I told you how much I love you today?” She asked quietly, now in the honeymoon phase of her pregnancy where all she wanted was to love on the man who had given her such a gift. Tilting her chin up to peer into Ian’s blue eyes, she smiled softly at him and assessed his features, thinking about what a little kid who looked like him would be like. It made her heart melt.

Ian nodded in agreement with the point that she'd made about his super state, it making sense to take that in to consideration when referring to his size. "That's a valid point, but what if Aiden turns out to be Superman-woman too? We could go heavy bag training together," he suggested with a smile, wondering how she'd react to the idea of her child sending heavy bags soaring across the room. "As future parents, we have to discuss these things." He seemed to carefully think about the rhetorical question that she'd posed, as if tallying up the number of times he'd heard the phrase that morning. "I recall you telling me that you love me, but I don't think you mentioned how much," he replied cheekily, using his general knack for humor to lighten things further. The shift in atmosphere was quick and almost palpable, the tension from not knowing the fate of their baby having dissipated entirely after they'd picked out a name.

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Biting on her bottom lip, she heard Ian speaking and suggesting a voicemail but she was too lost in the thought of yet another rejection. And she wouldn’t allow anyone to reject Aidan that way. He or she would never feel unwanted or unwelcome and if that meant keeping the baby from it’s maternal grandparents then she was willing to do that. Her little bug was going to have the best life that Addy could possibly give it, full of love and happiness. Something she didn’t have. She was brought out of her thoughts on an image of Shiloh in a dress, pretending to be her mother. It made the blonde giggle as she stepped closer to Ian and wrapped her arms around his waist and resting her head on his chest. Groaning at the mere thought of such a large baby, Addison shook her head. “Why is my boyfriend a giant. What did you do to me…”

While Addy seemed to be wrapped up in her thoughts, Ian considered the things that they'd have to do over the course of the next eight months. Luckily their room was big enough to include a crib, and since he didn't exactly keep those laying around, they'd have to go buy one. Then they'd also need diapers and powders and toys, making a trip to the baby store necessary. Either way, they had a while and Addison seemed to have resurfaced from her thoughts anyway. "I ate my greens," Ian beamed, using the stereotypical thing that could have caused him to grow to his size. It actually didn't make sense that he was so much larger than his sister and mother, his brother being about half a head shorter than him. One could have attributed it to his father being built in a similar matter, with almost the same shoulder to waist ratio, except his father would still be considered as being shorter than him. Either way, Ian was huge and there was a good chance that Aidan would be blessed with the gift of size as well. Laughing lightly, he added, "Remember, you picked me. Jumbo shoulders and all."

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"She never answers my calls…" Addy’s gaze focused on the ground. "Maybe I can tell her in an e-mail…" The girl mumbled softly, not sure if it was such a good idea to tell her at all. After all, she was expelled from the family— meaning that Aidan wouldn’t be apart of it either. Would they care? Probably not. She lifted her eyes when Ian began to joke about their Hulk-sized baby and she couldn’t help but giggle. Shoving his shoulder gently, the blonde shook her head at him. "You’re scaring me!" She teased. "I didn’t take into account the width of your damn shoulders…" She looked at the man in front of her, automatically horrified thinking about a baby with Ian’s shoulder ratio. "I’m having a C-section." She declared after a moment. "Hope you find scars sexy."

"There's that and then you can always leave a voicemail," Ian prompted, not wanting her to possibly miss out on an opportunity to reach her mother, even if it was highly unlikely that there'd be such an opportunity. "And if that doesn't work, you can stuff Shiloh into a dress and call it a day." He smiled when she seemed to go into thought about the general size of the kid. He had to admit, there was the very real possibility of it being a very large baby. "A C-section would be best, and I can ask my mom about how big I was to give you a general estimate," he chuckled.

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"Do you think I should—" Addy trailed off, her gaze dropping to the floor in front of her. "Should I—?" She shrugged her shoulder. "I mean, with my mom… Probably not, huh?" Shaking her head at the thought of letting her mom know of her pregnancy, she put a smile back on her lips and rubbed Ian’s hands with her thumbs. "Oh, god! Don’t say that!" She giggled and nudged her forehead on his shoulder. "I’m the one who has to push him or her out!"

"It can't hurt to try, and who knows, maybe she'll make herself less scarce after finding out," Ian offered, figuring that it was worth a shot, despite never having actually met her mother and hearing not too many things about her. "Well we're both kind of tall so you might want to think about going the pain medication route to help you with all of that pushing," he laughed, "Taking that kind of thing into consideration is probably advisable with this Hulk-sized kid."

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"Your mom… right…" Addy chewed on her bottom lip, looking up at her boyfriend with big blue eyes. "Do you think she’ll be okay with this? I mean, if this was a surprise to us… I can’t even imagine how it would be for her…" The blonde felt a bit anxious at the thought of telling Judy that she was pregnant— and had to force thoughts of her own mother away from the back of her mind— but nothing could bring down how happy she felt at the moment. Taking Ian’s large hands in hers, she brought them up to her slightly swelled baby bump and placed her own atop his.

"I think she will be, she already loved you before and her goal when I was growing was to be a young enough grandmother to actually have fun with her grandkids but still old enough to be okay with being called grandma," Ian replied with a shrug, his mother's reaction not having been a real concern but rather Steph's reaction. She'd probably make some comment about having literally seen this coming, him having received a few teasing texts from her since she'd walked in on them in his room. "Should the bump be this big already?" he asked, chuckling upon having his hands moved to the bump. "Guess Aidan is gonna be a big one, huh?"