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“Can I open my eyes now?”

by OhSoIntricateLie 1 review

“Can I open my eyes now?” “Not yet.”“Now?” “Getting a little impatient?”

Category: Panic! At The Disco - Rating: PG - Genres: Romance - Published: 2008-06-15 - Updated: 2008-06-16 - 885 words - Complete

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A/N: Yes, I'm back. My trip was fun and I earned some much needed money. Geez it sucks to have to wait three months for your 16th birthday and not able to get a summer job. LOL Anyway on to the story. Please read and review!
xoxo
Dani



It was around 5:30 when I woke up. I smiled when I saw Brendon was looking at me.

“Yeah, because staring at someone in their sleep is so not creepy. Damn,” I laughed trying to get off the bed, “Help?”

Brendon laughed as he slid off the bed and stood in front of me. He held out his hands and I grabbed them. He gave me a gentle pull and that’s all it took. Once standing, I kissed him and attempted to hug him.

“Grrr, Fender. Baby, I love you but right now your in mommy’s way.”

Brendon laughed.

“Here, I have an idea.”

Gently he pushed me over till I was standing in front of his full length mirror. Once there, he walked behind me and wrapped his arms around me, placing his hands over mine which were on my tummy.

“Not quite what you want but it’s close enough,” he said watching us in the mirror. Leaning down slightly he kissed my neck before gently biting it.

I sighed and let my head roll back.

“Bren…”

“What?”

“So. What about this date?”

Brendon looked up and smiled at me.

“That’s right. So go get ready.”

“I don’t have a dress.”

“Yeah you do, mom bought you one today. See?”

I looked over to where Brendon was pointing and laughed. He was right. Laying across his computer chair was a while halter dress with black and red embroidery.

I nodded, “Ok, I’ll get ready.”

“Good, now go.”

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Thirty minutes later, and with the help of Julia, I came walked down the stairs and into the living room where Brendon sat. As I entered, I saw his jaw drop. I smiled looking down at my maternity dress and black flats. Smoothing out the material over my belly I raised my eyes and smiled at him.

“Ready?”

“Of course.”

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“Um, I’d like a Caesar salad and the chicken parmesan, please. Oh and some extra green olives. Thank you.”

Brendon laughed as I ordered. Our waiter raised his eyebrow at me.

“She’s very pregnant and obviously craving green olives.”

The waiter nodded and went to the kitchen.

“Extra green olives,” Brendon laughed.

“Shut up,” I said rubbing my stomach. Looking up at him I giggled.

“What?”

“The baby kicked.”

Brendon looked around to make sure he wasn’t going to run into anyone and stood up. Squatting down next to me he lay his hand on my stomach.

“Here?”

“No,” I said picking up his hand, “Put just a little bit of pressure right here.”

Brendon did so and not long after the baby kicked. Looking up he gave me a grin. It was the most perfect moment; gazing into each other’s eyes, one hand on my stomach, the other holding mine. Sadly it was broken when out waiter approached.

“Oh sorry,” Brendon said standing up and moving out of the waiter’s way.

“You’re fine,” he replied. Before he left he gave us both a knowing smile.


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“Can I open my eyes now?”

“Not yet.”

Several minutes went by before I asked again.

“Now?”

Brendon laughed, “Getting a little impatient?”

“Brendon….”

He laughed again, “Yeah you can open them now.”

“Oh.”

That’s all I could say. I looked up at Brendon and back out over the railing.

“So?”

“It’s beautiful. I’ve never been up on the Eiffel Tower at night. It’s gorgeous.”

“Yes it is,” Brendon answered glancing at me.

I smiled knowing that his answer wasn’t directed at the view but at me.

“You know--” the rest of my statement was cut off by a huge yawn.

Brendon chuckled, “I think it’s past your bedtime.”

“But Brendon, it’s only 11:00,” I whined.

“Exactly. Your worn out baby. Dinner, a little dancing, a walk, and now this. Come on. Exhaustion isn’t a good thing, especially since your pregnant.”

“Bren….”

Brendon gave me his best puppy dog look.

Knowing that I had lost the battle, I sighed.

“Ok. But can we stop and get a smoothie?”

Brendon rolled his eyes and laughed, “Sure.”

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“I’m so tired.”

Brendon looked up from his laptop.

“I told you you were,” he said putting the gadget away, “Now we got to bed.”

“You have to leave in the morning don’t you,” I asked as I climbed into bed next to him.

“Yeah.”

I must have pouted after that because he apologized.

“I know Brendon. But the tour end December 15. And it’s November 1. It’s not that long. Besides I’m due February 28.”

Brendon sighed. Before he could reply I placed my finger on his lips.

“No more about it. You’ll be gone in a few hours and I wanna make this last till Thanksgiving.”

Brendon gave me a confused look but it was gone just as soon as it appeared as I reached over and kissed him. Still attached at the lip Brendon grabbed the blanket and pulled it over our bodies.
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