#interaction:cora

Oliver pulled up outside the house and Cora stayed quiet about her condition, not wanting to alarm the kids as she helped them out of the car. She set her hand on her heavy belly and breathed through the next contraction, letting the kids go inside as she listened to their excited chatter. Once she was inside she pulled Oliver aside quietly. “Don’t make a big deal about it,” she murmured softly. “But I think you should call the midwife. I think I’ve been in labour all day,” Cora admitted, her grin half-nervous, half-excited. // @undergcldskies

“I--I look okay?” Cora asked, turning to Chris beside her. She was a ball of nerves. Her father smiled, and then nodded. “You look great,” he assured her with a chuckle. Cora gave him a fleeting smile, which probably looked more like a grimace, and then looked down at Maya, who was sat on the floor, playing with the hem of Cora’s dress. “Baby,” Cora cooed, and Maya looked up, the bottom of her wedding dress wrapped around her head. “You’re gonna mess up your princess hair,” she pointed out with a laugh. Maya’s eyes widened and she quickly dropped the hem back to the floor. “Time to go?” Maya asked hopefully, just as the music outside the double doors started. Cora grinned and nodded. “Time to go,” she assured the five-year-old, giving her a gentle push to get her to start walking down the aisle. Maya looked back at her mom nervously, and then began walking, back straight, chin high, just as Cora taught her. // @undergcldskies

She let another eighteen minutes slip by until she knew she couldn’t do it anymore. Cora got up, unable to pay attention to the interviewer’s intrusive question about her leaked sex tape, and hobbled out of the booth, cheeks flushed scarlet and her breathing laboured. “I have to go to the hospital,” she mumbled, earning confused looks from her team as another wave of pain washed over her and she grit her teeth, sweat beading at her brow. “I’m pregnant, and something is wrong. I need a hospital. And Oli,” she spat out as she grit her teeth together. It took another couple of seconds before her team jumped into action. Cora was ushered outside to an awaiting car as Max grabbed her phone and dialled the house phone number, then handed it back to Cora once it started to ring. // @undergcldskies

Oliver was gone for the week; away with a case in Chicago, and Cora was feeling ballsy. She’d been sleeping with Erin for almost three months now, and she was pretty sure that Oliver had worked it out - although he was yet to dare to confront her. So with Oliver gone, Justin at a friend’s, Maya at dance class and due to be home later that evening, and the younger two kids at her parents’, Cora had brought Erin home. They were on the couch, Cora clad in just a pair of shorts after an afternoon of almost constant fucking around the house, with Cora laying her head in Erin’s lap. The TV was on, but Cora was faced in toward Erin’s stomach, kissing her warm skin every couple of minutes, too absorbed in the woman to pay attention to anything else in the room - including how time had flown, and the fact that Maya was expected home any minute. // @undergcldskies

“Wake up,” she whispered, kissing Erin’s cheek gently as she stroked a hand through the woman’s dark hair. “Merry Christmas,” she giggled softly. Her hand snaked around her lover’s waist, arm resting just below Maya’s feet on Erin’s stomach, and she cuddled up to the woman. “This makes me so happy,” she mumbled softly, not even knowing if Erin was awake enough to hear her or not. // @undergcldskies

She brushed down her dress again and grabbed her purse, then heard a knock on the door. They lived together now, but Erin had gotten herself ready someplace else, and then come to pick her up. Cora’s stomach fluttered with nerves and a bright grin lit up her face as she opened the door. Cora ran a hand through her hair and smiled widely, wanting to look as good as she could for her girlfriend. Her eyes then raked over Erin’s body and she rose her brows, nodding slowly. “You look hot, mama,” she smirked, reaching forward to grab her by the jacket and pull her into her. // @undergcldskies

It was a long flight and the pair were curled up together on one of the massive leather seats, Cora curled around Sammy protectively whilst the other members of her team dozed in various seats on the private jet. Cora woke up with a start as the plane jolted a little with turbulence, and she looked around at everyone else sleepily before she took a deep breath and pulled Sammy in closer to her. She pulled the blankets up further, so that it bunched around their chins, and then tucked it in all around Sammy, smiling to herself slightly as she lost herself in the menial task of trying to tuck her girlfriend into the non-existent bed. // @fcdedlcve

Cora padded out of the bedroom, shoulders slumped beneath the blanket she wore like a cape. Her hair tumbled down her back and she pushed some loose curls out of her face with a groan. She’s never been a morning person. She made herself a mug of tea in silence, still more than half asleep, before walking back into their bedroom slowly. Cora set the mug down on the bedside table and then moved, spreading her arms out as she laid atop Estelle, replacing the blanket she’d stolen from those laid over her girlfriend’s body. “Mornin’,” she mumbled sleepily as she curled up on top of Estelle, pressing her face against the woman’s neck with little regard for whether she was awake yet or not. // @lonelywomenclub