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Early morning sunlight filtered through the gap in the curtains as George made his way back to his and Dream's bed. It really wasn't different from any other morning. Dream lay on his stomach, ass in the air - one of many poses he slept in.
In the past George always reacted to that pose the same way. He'd crawl into bed, stare at that perfect curve for a moment, and then give it a playful little slap to rouse Dream from his slumber.
Now though...
Now George had a different reaction. A stirring of butterflies in his chest and a squeezing of his heart as George imagined someone else sleeping like that.
George's heart beat a little quicker and he froze when Dream shifted, rolling onto his side in a new position that made the fluttering increase.
Slowly Dream's eyes opened and a soft smile curved up the corners of his lips. "Baby, come back to bed," he reached out his arms, making grabby motions before pulling them back in and settling back into his curled up pose. "I'm cold."
"With all those blankets?"
"You're warmer," Dream said sleepily. "Especially lately. It's like you're my personal furnace."
George chuckled, then took the last few steps to the bed and climbed inside, settling behind Dream and pulling him into his new warmth.
If only Dream knew the reason for it.
"Um," George cleared his throat and nuzzled into the soft spot where Dream's neck and shoulder met. He pressed a lingering kiss there, hoping it would help to calm his nerves.
This was no big deal.
He could do this.
"Yeah?" Dream turned his head to look over his shoulder, lips meeting in a brief kiss that was sweet even with their morning breath. "What's up?"
"So, um," George lightly gripped the fabric of Dream's t-shirt, an attempt to ground himself. "There's a reason why I've been so warm lately."
Dream rolled around in bed to face him, lips quirked in amusement. "Well yeah, it's because you're so hot with that new beard."
"Dream," George chuckled, gaze fixed on the chain around Dream's neck. "That's not... I mean, I won't object but I don't think that's the real reason."
"Then what is the real reason?" Dream asked, reaching between them to take George's hand. He laced their fingers together before bringing it to his lips and kissing the knuckles.
George took a deep breath in, held it and exhaled before looking up into Dream's eyes. Eyes that mirrored all the love in George's heart, love that had grown exponentially since the moment he'd heard Dream's voice for the first time eight years ago. Back then, when an ocean had separated them, he'd never thought he'd be here now, in Dream's arms.
But he was. And things were only going to get better. Their love would only grow, more and more every day until it manifested itself in the best way. In a perfect, beautiful thing that would bind them together.
Forever.
"Dream, I -"
"Yes?" Dream kissed his knuckles again.
George melted into it, but then blinked in an attempt to refocus himself. "I was, um... thinking about your crazy sleep positions, how you sleep like -"
"A baby?" Dream finished his thought. "You know, my mom used to say that when I still lived at home, that even as an adult I sleep like I did when I was a baby."
"Huh," George said, face flushed with a new warmth, one that spread until it engulfed his whole body. "Funny you should say that..."
"What do you - " Dream looked into his eyes, and confusion morphed into hope, then surprise, then pure unbridled joy. "Wait... you mean..."
"Just took the test," George smiled, tears welling in his eyes that he blinked away while brushing the tears from Dream's.
"I'm pregnant."
~*~
"I'm pregnant," George said, eyes misty with unshed tears as he rubbed a thumb across Dream's cheek.
The words rang in Dream's ears like a symphony - a beautiful, perfect melody that lifted his heart until he felt like it would pull him up through the ceiling, up among the clouds to soar with the birds.
Once the words finally settled, though, and his heart drifted back to earth, reality settled in.
Pregnant.
George.
With his baby.
Their baby.
"Really?" he whispered, pressing their foreheads together. "You're sure?"
"No," George sassed with a chuckle and a roll of his eyes. "I just thought it would be fun to pee on a stick and see what happened. Of course I'm sure, you idiot. I'm going to have a baby. Our baby. Probably around your birthday if my counting is right, although the doctor will know for sure and -"
Dream couldn't help himself, cutting off George's rambling with a tender kiss to his lips.
"I love you so much," Dream whispered into the small space between them after he pulled away - a space that held not just two heartbeats, but three. "Do you have any idea how happy you've made me?"
"Oh, I have an idea," George replied, chasing Dream's kiss with one of his own.
"So, you're," Dream lifted his hand to count on his fingers. "Six weeks along then?"
"Closer to eight, I think," George shrugged. "Although the doctor will know when for sure, like I said. I have an appointment scheduled for tomorrow."
"And I'm taking you," Dream kissed him again, then trailed his hands down to rest on the sides of George's waist. He rubbed his thumbs across George's belly, still flat but not for long.
He couldn't wait to see that beautiful little bump - proof of the life they'd created between them.
"You know," George looked at him fondly, then covered Dream's hands with his own. "I'm probably going to be even more annoying for the next few months, what with morning sickness and pregnancy cravings and all. Are you ready for that?"
"Am I ready for that?" Dream pulled one hand away from George's belly and pressed over George's cheek. "Of course I'm ready! I mean, I might have to read up on a few things but I know some stuff from when my sister was pregnant. Like you'll need antacids. And crackers. And extra pillows to elevate your head for the first trimester so your heartburn isn't so bad, and whatever kind of food you crave, I'll get it for you."
"Even if it's pickles and ice cream?"
"Even if it's pickles and ice cream," Dream repeated, leaning in to kiss him once more. "You're carrying our child, George. And the next nine months I'm going to pamper you - both of you - like crazy."
"Well in that case," George mumbled against Dream's lips, then reluctantly pulled away. "I do have one request."
"Okay," Dream sat up on the bed, ready for whatever task George gave him. "What d'you want?"
He definitely wasn't prepared, though, for what happened next.
With flushed cheeks, George reached into the pocket of his pajama pants and pulled out - a ring?
"I know you probably wanted to do this, and you still can if you want," George said. "But I've been meaning to ask you for a while, even before I got pregnant, and now, it just feels right."
"George," Dream gasped as he looked at the ring pinched between George's shaking fingers. A simple gold band adorned with a row of tiny diamonds.
"Dream, will you marry me?"
Dream thought he couldn't be happier with the news of George's pregnancy, but this? This sent him to the moon and back.
"Yes," Dream nodded his head in excitement as George slipped the ring on his finger. "Of course I'll marry you!"
"Good then," George pulled him in for one more kiss, one that Dream sank further into with each passing second. A pregnancy and a proposal? This was the happiest day of his life.
"Anything else you wanted?" Dream asked.
"Just some more cuddles and kisses," George snuggled into him. "And maybe some apple slices later."
"You got it," Dream tipped his head and placed a lingering kiss on the top of George's head. "I love you, George. So much."
"And I love you too," George sighed against him, and with that sigh pulled them both into dreamland. "I love you too."