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Taylor is not expecting that and the only thing that keeps her from laughing out loud is the truly pitiful look on Karlie’s face. Taylor’s hand smooths along Karlie’s hip, coming to rest on the gentle swell of her stomach at the mention of her bump.

“That’s our baby in there,” Taylor chastises, trailing her fingers along Karlie’s skin.

Taylor can’t resist leaning in to press her lips against Karlie’s pout. She gently nudges Karlie over on to her other side so that she can settle behind Karlie, her arms wrapping firmly around Karlie’s waist.

“Better?” Taylor asks, pressing a kiss to the back of Karlie’s neck.

“Mmm-hmmm,” Karlie replies as she settles back into Taylor’s embrace. Karlie reaches out to grasp Taylor’s hand and tangle their fingers. She lifts her shirt and guides their joined hands towards her abdomen.

Taylor smiles, splays her fingers wide against the small bump there, thumb softly stroking against skin and Karlie sighs contentedly.

“Don’t get too comfortable back there,” Karlie mumbles and Taylor can tell that she’s fighting to stay awake.

“I could get a taste for it,” Taylor whispers back.

“This is only temporary,” Karlie grumbles.

“Go to sleep,” Taylor says softly, giving Karlie a gentle squeeze.

“Kay,” Karlie sighs before falling silent.

A few moments pass and Taylor is fairly sure that Karlie has fallen asleep when the silence is interrupted by Karlie’s quiet mumble of “Goodnight Taylor, I love you.”

Taylor can’t help but smile at the words, conscious that she should have known better than to expect Karlie to fall asleep without saying goodnight; it’s one of Taylor’s favourite little habits of Karlie’s.

When they had first started spending the night together, it had taken Taylor a while to notice that Karlie never went to sleep without saying goodnight to her. When she had asked about one night, Karlie had explained that it was a habit leftover from when she was a kid, her and her sisters used to holler goodnight to each other from their respective bedrooms like they were on The Waltons.

Ever since then there had been goodnight texts and goodnight phone calls and voice memos when they had been apart and soft, whispered goodnights whenever they were together. Taylor will admit that there have been times when she will start up a conversation again after Karlie has already said it just to hear her whisper that she loves her and say goodnight to her again before she settles down to go to sleep.

“Goodnight baby, I love you too,” Taylor replies, pressing one last kiss to the back of Karlie’s neck.

A few nights later, Taylor wakes up and it’s after 3 am, their bedroom completely dark. She turns over, intending to go back to sleep when she remembers that there is a slice of her favourite cheesecake in the world in the fridge, leftover from dinner. She tries closing her eyes again but she can practically hear it calling her name from downstairs. She had noticed Karlie eyeing it when they were clearing plates and packing up leftovers and she knows that if she is going to lay claim to it, she should act now.

She slides out of bed as quietly and carefully as possible, listening carefully for any noise coming from Karlie’s side of the bed. She tiptoes to the door and twists the doorknob slowly and wincing when the soft click echoes in the silent bedroom. Taylor holds her breath and opens the door just wide enough for her to slip through. She breathes a sigh of relief once she’s in the hall and proceeds to tiptoe down the stairs, remembering to skip over the third step which creaks. She slips into the kitchen and flips on the light, her jaw dropping open at the scene she finds.

“You little thief!” Taylor exclaims when she is greeted by the sight of Karlie sitting at the kitchen counter, a fork of cheesecake halfway to her mouth and an empty plate in front of her.

“Taylor, I can explain,” Karlie says blinking heavily in the sudden light. She sheepishly lowers her fork and puts her hands up as if in surrender.

“Oh, I can’t wait to hear this,” Taylor scoffs, advancing on Karlie with folded arms.

“I woke up and was craving something sweet and the cheesecake was just in the fridge…” Karlie trails off, settling her hands on her baby bump, hoping that will elicit some sympathy from Taylor.

Taylor rolls her eyes at Karlie’s blatant use of their unborn child against her but wraps her arms around Karlie’s waist where she’s perched on the stool, her hands coming up to rest against Karlie’s stomach. Taylor can’t really be mad at her and she smiles when she feels Karlie relax against her, interlocking her fingers with Taylor’s.

“Wait a minute, what are you doing up?” Karlie asks, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled over the kitchen and turning her head to catch Taylor’s eyes.

“Uh, I was coming to see where you were,” Taylor replies, avoiding Karlie’s gaze.

“You fucking liar!” Karlie exclaims, outraged. She turns in her seat to point an accusing finger at Taylor. “You were going to steal the last slice of cheesecake from your pregnant wife!”

“No baby, I swear, it’s not like that,” Taylor protests ducking out of the way as Karlie begins poking at her. “I swear if you want cheesecake, I’ll get you all the cheesecake you can eat,” Taylor assures, doing her best to placate Karlie, knowing just how intense her mood swings have been lately.

“I’m serious Karlie, whatever you want,” Taylor insists when Karlie doesn’t look convinced but Taylor takes it as a good sign that she doesn’t protest when Taylor approaches her again.

“And you’ll get it for me?” Karlie asks, eyeing Taylor skeptically.

“I’ll ask security to go and get it for you,” Taylor replies sweetly.

“My hero,” Karlie pretends to swoon but leans over to press a kiss to Taylor’s cheek all the same.

Karlie pushes the plate with the last bite of cheesecake towards Taylor as a peace offering, rolling her eyes when Taylor just opens her mouth but Karlie feeds it to her anyway.

Karlie pushes off the stool and moves to rinse the plate and fork in the sink and Taylor waits until Karlie is facing away from her before stepping up to press close behind her and nuzzling the shell of Karlie’s ear, smiling when she hears her quick inhale and the rattle of the fork dropping into the sink.

“Having problems with the dishes?”

“No?” Karlie replies, her voice a little breathy. “But you’re definitely distracting.”

Taylor slides her arms around Karlie’s waist and molds herself to her back. “My bad.” She ever so slightly shifts her hips against Karlie.

Karlie gives a helpless laugh. “That is not helping, baby.”

“You want me to stop?” Taylor asks nibbling on her earlobe.

“That’s… not… what I said,” Karlie struggles to reply, tilting her head to give Taylor better access to her neck, something she takes immediate advantage of and kisses up and down the slender column.

Karlie twists in Taylor’s embrace and leans in to kiss her fiercely, her tongue licking into Taylor’s mouth.

Taylor pulls back and presses a series of soft kisses to Karlie’s lips. “I love you so much, you know that right?”

“You better, you knocked me up,” Karlie retorts with a smile.

“I’m serious Karlie,” Taylor sighs, rolling her eyes.

“I know, I love you too,” Karlie assures before leaning in to kiss Taylor again, gently guiding her out of the kitchen and back upstairs.