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E'LAST FIRST ALBUM 'EVERLASTING' CONCEPT PHOTO : INFINITY
#blond hyuk and blue romin we're so back#well gonna still stream unofficially but we're so back lol#kflops#nugudomedit#nugunet#nuguboys#elringnet#e'last#elast#wonjun#wonhyuk#yejun#choi in#rano#lucieblr#userdeyjah#*edits#*e'last#kpopccc#ultkpopnetwork#kpopedit#kpopdols#dailymusicians
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ㅤᜊ romin ꒰ elast ꒱ lockscreens !
#kpop lockscreens#kpop layouts#kpop locks#kpop wallpapers#kpop icons#kpop moodboard#kpop edits#kpop lyrics#kpop headers#kpop music#kpop news#kpop boys#kpop lq#kpop gifs#kpop packs#kpop messy icons#romin lockscreen#romin packs#romin icons#romin layouts#romin moodboard#romin lq#romin elast#romin wallpaper#bg packs#bg icons#bg gifs#bg lockscreen#bg layouts
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✿ romin ( elast ) lockscreens !
#kpop#lockscreen#wallpaper#wontune#bg icons#bg lockscreens#bg moodboard#bg layouts#kpop bg#kpop lockscreen#wallpaper kpop#kpop wallpaper#kpop moodboard#elast romin#elast#romin#bg packs#black moodboard#brown moodboard#white moodboard#yellow moodboard#orange moodboard#pastel moodboard#grunge moodboard#bg messy moodboard#bg messy icons#bg messy layouts#bg lq icons#bg edits#bg aesthetic
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Phone image gallery app tries to categorize my photos. It believes Dupe Cat to be "Toys" and "Teddy Bears". And sometimes "Food."
#it does suspect that Bu Cat may be a cat#edit: discovered that in certain lights/poses Dupe becomes 'Bean Bags'#this is not true of any of the other cats.#Elasticity is 'Tires'.#Gingerpuff Stray is just 'Animals'. we don't know what that is#one of thegeekgene's cats is a cat; the other is more-commonly 'Rabbits'
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Just remember that I'm your friend, your confidant!
#dc#the flash comics#barry allen#ralph dibny#old comics#comicedit#dc comics edit#my edits#60s comics#elastic man#dc edits#flash comics#dc fandome
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I've got thick skin and an elastic heart But your blade it might be too sharp I'm like a rubber band until you pull too hard
#zouis#mine#louis tomlinson#zayn malik#trackinghome#trackinghappily#1dsource#elastic heart#1dedit#1d#one direction#zouis malikson#zaynsalbumsficfest#zouis edits
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gang i have never done an edit in my life. but i have an idea. that i just have to make
#fully have a degree in filmmaking i can make a decent edit right. RIGHT??? i sure hope so at elast#nebulae.speaks
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E'LAST 엘라스트 ☽ Thrill
#e'last#maleidolsedit#elast#malegroupsnet#kflops#*edit#this song has pokemon theme song vibes (complimentary)
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Mini transition diary but yesterday i had my hrt consult and today i got my blood drawn for testing im literally so excited :DDDD
#personal#transgender#hrt#Leven's stuff#the doctor i talked to was like if you want to keep ur pussy elasticity then make sure to strech it out#like use toys and lube#on it ma'am 🤠#EDIT: fun fact! three hours after i got making this post i was in a car wreck and my doctor at the minor emergency center was#jared padaleki's cousin
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The ending card for the Pixar film, The Incredibles.
#the incredibles#incredibles#edit#manip#bob parr#dash parr#violet parr#jack jack parr#helen parr#mr incredible#elastic girl#parr family#the incredibles family
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la la land is so in love with the arts
#i saw that the director was a drummer and ljke . Yeah makes sense why thismovie is so in love#with an artist's passion . and so adamant on changing its tone and cinematography & editing#to convey the right feelings#i often don't even see the right kind of filters used to emulate old aged vintage aesthetics in movies#my god . this movie us so good#i am so in love#the way the camera tells the stkry is constantly shifting and flexing its elastic fingers around the emotions and sets and stages#and referencing old whimsical music . omfg . omfg#i am so in love with how this movie depicts each characters artistry & unconditional passion#'and one day as i sing along / a small town kid'll come along / and that'll be the thing to push him on and go go go'#breaks down into SOBS#damien chazelle YOU UNDERSTAND 💔💔#YOU GET OT 💔💔💔💔#must watch whiplash next#la la land
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I love my z flip and I got converted to foldables with the 3 in 2021 but goddamn do I get frustrated with cases and lockscreens for this thing. there's like 3 companies that make decent cases for this phone and they're all astronomically expensive
#💖.txt#i use speck rn but casetify and samsung cases are. fine.#i dislike hinge cases tho so thats part of my problem. theyre too fucking bulky!!!!!!#i prefer cases with elastic connecting the two pieces together (speck and casetify)#the lockscreen thing is just being petty. i usually edit stuff so its the right size
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✿𝒇. romin ( elast ) lockscreens
#lockscreen#wallpaper#kpop#kpop lockscreen#wallpaper kpop#kpop wallpaper#wontune#kpop moodboard#kpop icons#bg icons#bg wallpapers#bg moodboard#bg lockscreens#bg lq icons#elast romin#romin#elast#kpop imagines#kpop aesthetic#kpop edits#kpop long locs#kpop lq icons#kpop layouts#random layouts#bg layouts#random wallpapers#aesthetic wallpaper#soft long locs#soft wallpaper#kpop idols
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Give my boys your love and attention, please ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )
#엘라스트#예준#elast#kpop is life#kpop idols#kpop fandom#kpop love#kpop#kpop icons#kpop bg#boy group#shorts#kpop fan#kpop stan#everlasting#my kpop edits#kpop edits#my edits#edits#reelsinstagram#reels#tiktok edits
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blog tag dumps - will add more over time
pink. | wild staring eyes and the obligatory Hendrix perm △🏳️🌈
roleplay. | I can feel one of my turns coming on △🏳️🌈
aesthetic. | in the suitcase on the left you'll find my favorite axe △🏳️🌈
music. | does anybody here remember Vera Lynn △🏳️🌈
wardrobe. | I got elastic bands keepin' my shoes on △🏳️🌈
musings. | I have seen the writing on the wall △🏳️🌈
character study. | don't look so frightened this is just a passing phase △🏳️🌈
desires. | make me feel like a real man △🏳️🌈
vii. | so ya thought ya might like to go to the show △🏳️🌈
vi. | I wanna go home take off this uniform and leave the show △🏳️🌈
headcanons. | when I was a child I had a fever △🏳️🌈
vampire v. | blood has frozen and curdled with fright △🏳️🌈
crack. | toys in the a attic I am crazy △🏳️🌈
ooc. | muse edits & art △🏳️🌈
pink. | wild staring eyes and the obligatory Hendrix perm △🏳️🌈
aesthetic. | in the suitcase on the left you'll find my favorite axe △🏳️🌈
wardrobe. | I got elastic bands keepin' my shoes on △🏳️🌈
character study. | don't look so frightened this is just a passing phase △🏳️🌈
desires. | make me feel like a real man △🏳️🌈
vii. | so ya thought ya might like to go to the show △🏳️🌈
vi. | I wanna go home take off this uniform and leave the show △🏳️🌈
headcanons. | when I was a child I had a fever △🏳️🌈
vampire v. | blood has frozen and curdled with fright △🏳️🌈
crack. | toys in the a attic I am crazy △🏳️🌈
ooc. | muse edits & art △🏳️🌈
hobbies & downtime. | I've got a silver spoon on a chain △🏳️🌈
inbox memes. | is there anybody out there △🏳️🌈
the wall. | mother did it have to be so high △🏳️🌈
#vi. | take off this uniform and leave the show △🏳️🌈#vii. | so ya thought ya might like to go to the show △🏳️🌈#character study. | don't look so frightened this is just a passing phase △🏳️🌈#wardrobe. | I got elastic bands keepin' my shoes on △🏳️🌈#music. | does anybody here remember Vera Lynn △🏳️🌈#aesthetic. | in the suitcase on the left you'll find my favorite axe △🏳️🌈#pink. | wild staring eyes and the obligatory Hendrix perm △🏳️🌈#vampire v. | blood has frozen and curdled with fright △🏳️🌈#ooc. | outside the wall △🏳️🌈#crack. | toys in the a attic I am crazy △🏳️🌈#ooc. | muse edits & art △🏳️🌈#headcanons. | when I was a child I had a fever △🏳️🌈#hobbies & downtime. | I've got a silver spoon on a chain △🏳️🌈#tags#musings. | I have seen the writing on the wall △🏳️🌈#roleplay. | I can feel one of my turns coming on △🏳️🌈#inbox memes. | is there anybody out there △🏳️🌈#the wall. | mother did it have to be so high △🏳️🌈
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Jackson! Joel Miller x Pregnant! Female Reader
snapshots masterlist
summary: When you finally start to show, Joel has a tough time with it as the reality sinks in—he’s going to be a father again.
warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. (TW) PREGNANCY. established relationship. no mention of reader’s age, however in other works for this universe, it is implied she is younger than Joel, her specific age will never be stated so do with that what you will. brief descriptions of a pregnant woman’s changing body, brief mention of morning sickness, mention of breastfeeding (it only comes up in a conversation very briefly) these subjects can possibly be triggering, especially mentions of a changing body, so while i try to handle everything with the utmost care, i still ask that you proceed with caution. domesticity, reader enjoys taking care of her family, ellie is a little shit, grumpy joel, he’s sort of a dick at first? but only because he’s working through some feelings so let’s forgive him, okay?
word count: 3.5k
a/n: this is part of the snapshots universe, but it could absolutely be read as a standalone too. minimal editing, this has been sitting in my drafts and i did a quick edit during my lunch hour, so please excuse any mistakes.
“Shit.”
You almost can’t believe your own two eyes. Staring at your reflection in the large, oval shaped mirror hanging over the porcelain bathroom sink, your gaze widens in complete surprise. “Jesus Christ,” you mutter, turning to the side. It takes your brain about a good minute or two to process, really process, the way that your belly strains against the thin, white cotton of your camisole. It had seemingly swollen overnight—because it hadn’t been this prominent the day before, had it?
Over the last few months, there’d been changes.
Some subtle and some not so subtle.
“Ellie! Stop fucking staring at them,” you’d scolded the teenager late one evening during yours and hers weekly game night. For as hard as you tried focusing on what move you should make next, it was hard to concentrate on the chessboard in front of you when you could feel the way her eyes were fixed on your breasts. “I mean it! Quit staring at my boobs, you little shit.”
She held up her hands, her mouth full of popcorn.
“Hey, in my defense, they’re just fucking there, man. If anything, they’re fucking staring at me, okay?”
During your chess rematch the following week, you had accidentally knocked one of your pawn pieces off of the table. When you’d stood up and bent over to pick it up, she had made the observation that your butt seemed to have gotten a little bigger too.
“Bet Joel’s liking these changes,” Ellie had smirked. “It sure as hell explains why the headboard’s been banging against the wall more than usual lately.”
You threw the pawn at her, smiling in satisfaction when it bounced off her forehead and landed into her glass of lemonade.
One part of your body, however, hadn’t changed.
Not until now.
“Hon, trust me, you have nothing to be worried about,” Maria had assured you with confidence when you had brought up your concerns about your stomach. “Every woman, and every pregnancy, is different. I didn’t start showing until I was around six months, remember?”
“I guess you’re right.” You’d been around four months, then. “Doesn’t help that I haven’t felt the baby move.”
“You will,” Maria had promised. “Just be patient”
Biting your lip, you place a hand on your belly.
It’s always been one of the softer parts of you, but now, it’s firmed into a perfect, round bump.
“Maybe soon I’ll feel you move,” you murmur, giving it a gentle pat. You tug the lace hem of your camisole down as far as it can go and then pull at the elastic waistband of your blue, terry cloth shorts.
Shutting off the lights in the bathroom, you slip out into the bedroom where you find that Joel’s still tangled up in the sheets, fast asleep. He had been assigned to the afternoon patrol route today—normally an early riser, if he was still snoozing, it meant that he really needed the rest. Deciding it was best to let him keep sleeping for a little while longer, you quietly tiptoe out of your shared bedroom and head downstairs into the kitchen.
After making yourself a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice, and one for the kid as well, you prepare the coffee maker for Joel. You spoon dark roast grounds into the filter and set the timer for the coffee to start brewing in thirty minutes.
He should be up by then, you think, pulling a basket of eggs out of the refrigerator.
You’re starting to get used to this. Domesticity.
Despite your protests, Maria had made the decision to pull you off patrol that same afternoon you had shared the news of your pregnancy. “I’m putting you on leave,” she’d told you. “Effective immediately. I don’t want to see you outside of these walls. Got it?”
“That’s not fair, Maria. You were out on patrol until—”
One stern glare from her had shut you right up.
“Fine.”
Sure, you missed it and looked forward to the day when you’d be able to get back into the saddle with your rifle in hand, but this way of life had grown on you. Certainly a lot more than you thought it would.
You enjoyed taking care of the house. Packing Ellie her lunch for school and checking her homework. Having a nice a meal on the table for the three of you to enjoy in the comfort of your own home instead of having to go down to the crowded mess hall for supper because you and Joel were both always much, much too tired after a long day out on patrol to bother with cooking.
With the baby due to arrive in the winter, looking after your little family had become your purpose, and you did not mind it one bit.
As strips of bacon sizzle in one pan on the gas powered stove, you crack a couple of eggs into another, knowing the kid is already on her way downstairs. You can hear the sound of her old, tattered low top sneakers that you have been trying to throw away for almost a year now squeaking on the kitchen tiles just as you finish plating her breakfast.
“Morning!” Ellie pipes, the loud plop of her backpack into a chair prompting you to turn around. “What’s for brea—whoa! Holy shit!” Her brown eyes widen in shock when she sees you and her jaw drops. “Dude.”
“Ellie,” you say her name warningly as you walk over to the table. “Don’t.”
“You’re bigger!”
With a playful glare, you set her plate down, along with her glass of orange juice. “Thanks a lot, you little jerk.” You feign offense. “You’re making your own eggs from now on.”
“Fuck, I’m sorry.” Ellie’s cheeks flush a shade of red and she squirms, sputtering apologetically, “I swear, I don’t mean it like that at all. It’s just, your stomach, it didn’t—you didn’t look like this last night, you know?”
She’s fucking lucky that your raging hormones decided to take the morning off duty.
“You look different. I mean, you look great—”
“Ellie?”
“Yeah?”
“Just shut up and eat.”
“Deal.”
She shoots you a sheepish grin and sits down, scarfing down her food in her usual manner.
“You get your fractions homework done?”
“Yeah.” Ellie huffs, rolling her eyes. “Took me forever. I was up until fucking midnight.”
Amused, you offer, “Want me to check your work?”
“Sure.”
As Ellie inhales the rest of her breakfast, you pull out a green, single subject notebook from her backpack and look over her homework for miscalculations.
“So, uh, how are you feeling?” she asks after a minute.
“I’m feeling alright. I think the morning sickness finally stopped, so can’t complain.” Shrugging, you close the notebook and stick it into her backpack. “You did good, kid. Only got two problems wrong.”
“Man, I really wish we knew whether it’s a boy or girl,” Ellie mumbles through a mouthful of scrambled eggs. “What do you want to have, anyway?”
“It doesn’t matter to me, Ellie,” you answer, honestly. Clocking the skepticism on her face, you laugh and say, “It’s true. As long as the baby’s healthy, that’s all I care about.” And you mean it. As an expectant mother in the post outbreak world where medicine is scarce, supplies are limited, and the closest thing you have to a hospital is the town’s old clinic, the only thing you can hope for is the smooth, safe delivery of a healthy child.
Before she can say anything, you both catch the sound of Joel’s heavy boots as he descends the staircase.
She quirks an eyebrow. “Uh, has Joel seen you yet?”
Grimacing, you shake your head. “No.”
“Well, I don’t wanna be here for all that awkward,” Ellie says, chugging the rest of her orange juice. She stands up and snatches up her backpack, along with her lunch bag, which you’d packed for her earlier that morning. Just as she’s about to whirl around on the heel of her sneaker and make a run for the front door, she pauses, watching as you make your way back over to the stove to light another flame. “Unless you want me to be?”
“I’ll be fine, Ellie,” you assure her. “Go on, get to school. Maybe you’ll be on time to class for once.”
“If you say so.” She wishes you luck and then bolts out of the kitchen, throwing a quick goodbye at Joel on the way out. “See ya later, old man!”
Nervously, you turn around and start cracking another two eggs into the pan. There’s no telling how he’s going to react.
Joel’s been fairly supportive since you’d found out you were pregnant, considering how unplanned it was. But you know him like the back of your own hand, and you know, despite the numerous times he’s denied it, that it has been weighing heavily on him. Each time you’d try to sit down to talk to him about it, he would brush you off and insist he was fine. But he wasn’t fine.
And you wish he would spit it out and tell you why.
In your periphery, you notice the stained glass butterfly he had hung in front of the window above the sink, the ornament catching and refracting the sunlight. Flecks of color dance across the walls in captivating patterns, brightening the space. You think of the sweet little girl he’d hung it for, the little girl he rarely talks about, that he keeps tucked away safely in his memory.
You bite back a small sigh.
By now, you’ve learned not to push him. Especially not about what he was feeling. He would tell you when he was ready.
“Who the hell lit a fire under her ass this mornin’?” Joel asks gruffly as he walks into the kitchen. “She ain’t ever this fuckin’ eager to go to school.”
“Not sure,” you reply in the most nonchalant tone you can muster as you use a spatula to scramble the eggs. Transferring them onto a plate, you add three strips of bacon, and then pour his coffee. “I have your breakfast ready, Joel. Have a seat.”
You hear a chair scrape against the tile.
“I keep tellin’ you I can make my own breakfast, darlin’.”
“And I keep telling you I don’t mind making it for you,” you quip, and you hear him grumble something under his breath.
Inhaling a deep, calming breath through your nose, you take the plate of eggs and bacon in one hand, and his cup of coffee in the other. Your fingers grasp the handle of his ceramic, owl mug in a near death grip. You exhale slowly, and then turn around to face him.
He sees your swollen middle and stiffens in his chair.
The tension is instantaneous. Palpable.
Uncomfortable.
Awkwardly, you shift from one foot to the other.
“Your belly,” Joel murmurs, a visible tick in his jaw as his gaze drags over your midsection. “S’bigger.”
“Yeah. It is. Guess I’m going to have to start trading for maternity clothes soon,” you remark, shuffling over to the table. Setting down the plate and mug of coffee in front of him, you take a seat across the table. Your eyes try desperately to meet his, but they refuse. There’s no way for you to decipher what he’s thinking. You let out a small, nervous laugh. “Can you please say something?”
He lightly clears his throat. “I’ll take you to Main Street on Saturday,” he tells you, picking up his mug. “I’ve got the day off from patrol. I’ll, uh, pick through some of my own things and see what I don’t need so we can make a trade for some clothes.” He pauses, then offers quietly, “In the meantime, you can wear my shirts. They might be more comfortable for you.”
You flash him a grateful smile. “Thank you, Joel.”
Sipping his coffee, he continues to avoid your gaze.
“Mhm,” is all he says.
Your smile falters.
It’s the middle of August.
The afternoon heat is sweltering. Unforgiving.
“Jesus, it’s a fuckin’ scorcher,” Tommy sighs, glancing over towards the lake where his mare, Maxine, is taking a drink beside his brother’s stallion, Phoenix. His raven curls are damp with sweat, plastered to his forehead. “Hotter than the devil’s fuckin’ balls out here, ain’t it?”
He’s met with silence.
Looking over his shoulder, he sees Joel leaning against a tree, his rifle in hand as he stares at the Grand Tetons in the distance almost like he’s in a trance. “Joel?”
Blinking furiously, Joel shakes his head. “Sorry, you say somethin’ to me just now?” He asks in a daze, pushing away from the lodgepole pine. “We headin’ out?”
“You’ve been actin’ real strange all afternoon,” Tommy observes, walking towards him with his own gun slung over his shoulder. “Either the heat is startin’ to get to you, or you’ve got somethin’ on your mind, big brother.”
Joel hesitates. His dark eyes flit to the other side of the lake where the other members of their afternoon patrol group are refilling their canteens with water.
“S’alright,” his younger brother says. “Don’t worry ‘bout them. Can’t hear us.”
Joel’s chest heaves with a heavy sigh. “She popped.”
“Huh?”
“Her belly finally popped. She’s showin’ now.”
Amused, Tommy lightly shakes his head. “Y’shouldn’t be so surprised, Joel. Was ‘bout time,” he remarks with a shrug. “What is she—like six months along now?”
“She’ll be six months in a couple weeks.” Joel wipes the perspiration off his brow with the back of his hand and sighs once more. “Look, I ain’t stupid, Tommy. I knew it was bound to happen sooner or later, but it still caught me by surprise. When I saw her, it became real for me. She’s got my kid in there. I’m gonna be a dad again.”
“You’re scared.” It’s not a question, it’s a statement.
“Shitless,” Joel confesses, feeling his chest tighten.
“What are you afraid of?”
Joel almost laughs.
He doesn’t know where to start.
He’s afraid of everything.
“All of it, Tommy. I’m afraid for her, havin’ to give birth with no medicine,” he tells him, his voice breaking. “I’m afraid I won’t remember what to do with a newborn or that I won’t know how to help her durin’ those first few months—”
“This ain’t your first rodeo,” Tommy reminds him. “You did it once, and you did just fine, Joel.”
“That was over three fuckin’ decades ago. And it was a different world. If Sarah—” He stops, taking a second to catch his breath. The image of his daughter’s little face flashing in his mind feels like a violent punch to the gut. Even after all this time, it still knocks all of the wind out of his lungs. “When her mom had trouble breastfeedin’ her, I could head to the grocery store and buy her baby formula. If she got a real bad fever, I could load her up in the truck and drive her to the emergency room.” He glances down at his broken watch. “Besides, I was a lot younger, then. And I wasn’t half fuckin’ deaf like I am now. When Sarah would wake up cryin’ in the middle of the night because she needed a diaper change, I’d hear her. What if I can’t hear my own kid cryin’?”
“Joel—”
“I’m in my fifties. What if I can’t keep up because I’m too fuckin’ old?”
Tommy reaches out, clapping a hand onto his shoulder.
“Brother, I need you to take a fuckin’ breath,” he says, chuckling softly. “You’re puttin’ the weight of the world of your shoulders right now—you need to put some of it down. Look, we might not have everythin’ we used to before the world ended, but we make do with what we do have. Considerin’ just how many growin’ families we have and how many little ones we’ve got runnin’ around our town, I’d say it’s workin’ out pretty fuckin well.” He gives his shoulder an encouraging squeeze. “And as far as your ability to be a good dad, you’ve still got it, Joel. You know what to do, and so does she. I’ve seen her in action with my little boy, and it seems like she’s already got those maternal instincts, y’know?”
“Yeah, she does,” Joels agrees quietly, thinking of how you had stepped up to help him care for Ellie.
“Trust me, between the two of you, it’ll be alright.”
He peers at him. “You really believe I still got it in me?”
“I do.” Tommy smiles. “You never stopped knowin’ how to be a father, Joel. You’re gonna be just fine.”
Their patrol shift extends into the evening, turning into a double, and it’s late when he gets home.
“What the hell are you still doin’ up?” Joel asks when he finds Ellie sitting at the kitchen table, cursing to herself as she flips through the stale, yellowing pages of an old life science text book.
“What does it fucking look like, man?”
“Shouldn’t have waited until the last minute, kiddo—”
Ellie holds up a hand and cuts him off.
“Save the lecture for another time, dude. I’m busy.”
Joel rolls his eyes. “Finish up and get to bed. S’late.”
Without waiting for some smartass response, he turns on the heel of his boot and then heads upstairs to your shared bedroom. He flips on the lights only to find that you’re already in bed, fast asleep, wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts and a pair of panties. He toes off his boots and leaves them by the door, being as quiet as he possibly can as he rummages through his top drawer for some clean boxers to sleep in.
He slips into the bathroom where he takes a quick, hot shower, scrubbing off that day’s sweat, dirt, and grime. After he’s dressed and his sopping wet, salt and pepper curls are haphazardly towel dried, Joel walks back out into the bedroom where he switches off the lights and climbs into bed next to you.
He lays on his side and he’s just about to close his eyes when he feels a light shift beside him. You roll over and curl into him, your belly pressing up against his curve of his spine.
He stiffens, freezing as if someone had just placed the barrel of their pistol against his back, their finger over the trigger.
Christ, get a damn grip, he thinks silently to himself.
Joel thinks about that morning in the kitchen.
He knows his reaction had hurt you. Or rather, his lack of a reaction. His shitty ways of coping aren’t your fault, and his struggle to come to terms with your pregnancy sure as hell isn’t your fault, either. He owed it to you to try harder to be the man you needed.
The man you both needed.
Joel’s train of thought comes to a screeching halt when he feels a soft flutter against his middle of his back, the spot right where your tummy is nestled—did the baby just move?
He lies still, waiting to see if he feels it again, and when he doesn’t, he rolls over to face you, causing you to stir.
“Joel?” you mumble his name, sleepily. “What time—?”
“Shh,” Joel soothes, pulling you into his bare chest. He kisses your temple. “S’okay, baby. Go back to sleep.”
He doesn’t have to tell you twice.
Within seconds, you’re asleep again, snuggled into him and snoring softly.
Lifting a hand, he hesitates, then rests it on your belly.
He waits.
And waits.
And waits.
And waits.
Until the minutes turn into hours.
Until dawn’s light filters in through the lace curtains.
Until he finally feels that little flutter again.
He feels it against the palm of his hand. Faint, nothing more than a brief whisper against his skin, but there is no mistaking it.
He’d just felt the baby’s movement.
There’s a sudden shift.
Tense muscles that had been painfully wound up since the moment you’d mentioned to him your period was a week late back in the spring loosen slightly—the breath he had been holding since he’d picked up that positive pregnancy test from the bathroom counter finally falls from his lips, fanning over yours.
His fears, his worries, his uncertainties about what lies ahead, they’re all still there, of course, but he finds they are now accompanied by a glimmer of hope, a sliver of optimism that maybe, just maybe, Joel doesn’t have to be as afraid as he is.
Joel’s eyes glaze over your face, warmth radiating in his chest when you breathe a little a sigh of content in your sleep as he gently rubs your stomach through his shirt.
With his hand still splayed over your belly, he closes his eyes and begins to drift off, falling into the most decent sleep he’s had in the last few months.
Maybe his brother’s right.
Maybe he will be just fine.
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