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Stifling a yawn, Bianka scrolled through her phone aimlessly sitting at the edge of her bed in the dark, soft light from the window streaming in to offer some visibility. It was bedtime then, and as much as she would've enjoyed finishing more work, it would simply affect her strict schedule too much to lose any sleep. At the sound of footsteps pushing past the bedroom door, Bianka raised her head to face Rita. Both girls stripped only to their undergarments for a comfortable rest, they looked far more relaxed than their working selves.
The blonde placed her phone on the nightstand on her side of the bed, her eyes observing every inch of Rita's exposed body as if she hadn't seen it every day. At first, she thought that the flustering feeling would fade over time, but after years of having Rita as her partner, it seemed that her eyes would always itch to scan her perfect body like some sort of pervert. Thankfully Rita didn't seem to mind, only giggling at her antics, even tonight. Bianka's controlled expression broke into an embarrassed smile, a light blush dusting her cheeks.
The Valkyrie's gaze glided over the shape of Rita's toned abs for a moment, before locking on and widening in awe. Rather than a set of impressive muscles, what met her eyes was a slight bump rising from the brunette's skin that spanned over her entire belly.
"Rita, wait," Her words froze the other girl in place, who blinked in confusion at her sudden exclamation. Bianka's eyes never left the area. "Can you - uh - stand with your side facing me?"
At the odd request in the middle of the night, Rita was reasonably puzzled, but she obliged without question anyway, following Bianka's gaze. With this angle, the blonde could clearly see just how raised Rita's belly actually was. It wasn't anything drastically different, but it was enough of a change to make her almost squeal in delight.
"Rita, you have a bump!" Her delighted voice was a bit louder than appropriate for such a calm night, but neither of them could care less. Bianka reached out almost hesitantly until Rita moved to press her body against the girl's palm. Barely running a gentle hand across it, Bianka couldn't help but feel even more embarrassed at the ridiculous grin she must've had. Rita twisted her body to get a better look at herself with an equally pleased expression. The blonde pulled away only to wrap her arms around her partner's hips and pull her onto her lap - playfully rough and yet incredibly careful at the same time.
"I love you so much, Rita. Thank you." She mumbled the words into Rita's neck, kissing along her left cheek to her shoulder. Before Rita could reply she laid down, bringing Rita with her. Burying her nose in Rita's hair and breathing in the girl's sweet scent, Bianka's arms continued to cuddle her.
"Thank you for what, love?" At Rita's soothing voice that spilled from her pretty lips like fragrant honey, the blonde's face took on another red hue. She could see a warm smile on the brunette's face through the darkness that nearly melted her heart every time. Rita always smiled - most times it seemed like she'd never stop - but coaxing such a genuinely elated expression from her well-controlled face was a gift very few managed to receive. It took a while for Bianka to come up with a response; she wasn't particularly skilled at expressing anything through words and with such an overthinking mind it was even harder.
"For being with me and letting me be with you. And for carrying our baby." Her voice was a hushed tone, ever so caring. Despite her silent frustration at still not conveying exactly what she wanted to, she remained utterly peaceful, running fingers through Rita's hair before shifting on her side so her other hand could easily glide across the bump she eyed with so much love her heart could burst and her head could lay on Rita's chest, right next to it. The brunette only hummed positively as a reply as she ran her own hands over the area.
It was all they did for several minutes. A moment of respite from their busy lives. Absolute tranquillity. Bianka would've sacrificed anything - maybe not the safety of the world, but something significant indeed - for moments like those alone. Where the bustling action of the week ebbed because everything outside felt distant and irrelevant.
Bianka lifted her head slowly to look at Rita when her hands gradually became still, her eyes closed and her breath coming at a slow and rhythmic pace. She uncurled from her position and moved so her head met the pillows once more next to Rita's, sitting up to pull a blanket over them both - it was beginning to get a little chilly. On her descent back to a lying position Rita stirred, turning onto her side and facing away from Bianka. The blonde took this opportunity to press herself against the girl's back and wrap her legs around her waist, effectively spooning her. Placing one hand against her partner's belly once more she gave a comforting squeeze with her entire body, eliciting a relaxed sigh from her.
"Goodnight, Rita." Her words were more for her than the barely conscious girl in her arms - a ritual she could not break after years of practice. Rita wished her the same with a whisper, and their breathing soon slowed as they both slept, moving onward to the next day of beautiful things.