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Adam watched Kim surreptitiously from the other side of the apartment, simultaneously terrified to attract her attention and terrified of what would happen if he continued hiding in the kitchen.
But approaching her would mean interrupting her while she watched television and ate ice cream. And considering she was heavily pregnant and a mere three weeks out from her due date, Adam didn’t have a death wish.
But dammit those were tears sliding down her cheeks that he may or may not have been the cause of and there was no way he was letting the woman carrying his baby sit there and cry without doing something about it.
So he cautiously made his way out of the safety of the kitchen and crept towards where Kim was curled up on the lounge.
“Darlin’,” he said gently and Kim cut him the coldest side-eye that if looks could kill he surely would have been six feet under already. “Come on, please don’t cry.”
Kim sniffed and wiped away some of her tears with the back of her hand. “I’m not crying.” She mumbled the lie around the spoon of ice cream in her mouth.
Adam sighed and took her hand. She cut him another hard look but didn’t pull away. “If this is about-”
Kim yanked the spoon free and said angrily, “I’m not crying because of you, I’m crying because of the stupid airport ad.” She gestured at the television which was indeed playing the American Airlines ad that featured families tearfully reuniting and never failed to reduce Kim to a puddle of tears.
“Darlin’,” he said again and Kim visibly melted as he knew she would. She glanced at him and he looked earnestly into her eyes. “I’m really sorry I forgot you asked for chocolate ice cream. I know vanilla just really doesn’t cut it with the pregnancy cravings.”
“You’re making me feel ridiculous,” she grumbled, trying to tug her hand away but Adam wouldn’t give it up.
“You’re not being ridiculous,” Adam said seriously. “You’re eight and a half months pregnant, it’s the middle of summer, you’re allowed to get upset over whatever the hell you want to get upset about.”
“Even you getting me vanilla ice cream when I asked for chocolate?”
“Even that. Now, do you forgive me?”
Kim’s lips twitched and she looked heavenward with a mock sigh. “Oh, I suppose.”
“Great, because we’re going somewhere.” Adam jumped up from the lounge, grabbed Kim’s empty bowl and set it aside before holding out both hands so he could lever her and her very round stomach off the lounge.
“Where? Adam, it’s almost ten, and like you just said, I’m a million months pregnant, where could we possibly be going?”
Adam scooped up his keys from the side table and guided her towards the front door. “To get chocolate ice cream of course.”
“Are you crazy? I just ate an entire bowl of vanilla.”
“Yeah, but my girl wants chocolate so we’re getting chocolate.”
Adam glanced back at her, the door already open, and one eyebrow raised like he was wondering what was taking her so long. So Kim just smiled, shook her head, and walked - walked, because she did not waddle no matter how pregnant she was - towards him. Placing a hand on his chest for balance, she rose up on her tiptoes and pressed a sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“Thank you.”
Adam eyes’ were dark as he gazed down at her and murmured, “Anything for you, darlin’.”