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The next morning, I wake up to Gee nudging my calf with his toes, grunting with persistence. I groan softly and peer behind my shoulder, wincing as the stitches on my brow give a little. His face is contorted with anguish, and his jaw is clenched so tight I can practically hear his teeth grinding. A fractured whimper bursts out of his throat, and his legs start kicking again, while his hands scramble for tufts of blanket, pulling and tugging them away from me. I roll over completely and put my hand on his cheek, stroking it slowly until he relaxes and his eyes flutter open to meet mine. I smile gently and press a kiss to his forehead, "It was just a dream."

He groans softly and holds his right temple, "My head hurts so bad..."

I tut sympathetically and sit up, wriggling my uninjured hand under his spine, "You were clenching your jaw in your sleep. Bad dream?"

He nods, wincing softly at the movement. I probably look like hammered shit as well. Every little cut and bruise on my body feels swollen and my throat is slaked by thirst. My wrist has been throbbing incessantly since 6 this morning, and it was nearing 8:45. I sigh softly and sit up in bed, gently rubbing the sleep from my eyes and looking out into the hallway through the open bedroom door. The final hearing is today, and despite all the good things Bob has said, I'm still scared shitless. I mean, we just found out it's gender, but we don't even know if we'll get to keep her. I yawn widely, my tousled hair falling into my face, "I'm gonna take a shower okay?"

Gee nods tiredly, grabbing my pillows and tucking them under his back, propping himself up as I slip out of bed and towards the en suite. I ruffle my hair, flipping on the dingy light and starting up the hot water. I pull a towel out from the linen closet, folding it and tossing it onto the sink before I step under the shower's stream. I rub shampoo absentmindedly into my hair, cursing loudly as the suds sting the fresh wounds littered across my face and scalp. I wash up quickly, toweling my hair dry and wrapping it around my waist, flicking on the exhaust fan and stumbling back into the room, where to my surprise, Gee is half hidden under the covers blushing madly. I cock my head slightly, cringing as my neck crackles, "What are you doing Gee?"

He blushes deeper and moves the covers back revealing his rather large problem. He hangs his head and cups his hands over his lap, shifting nervously, "I-I dunno what came over me... I just looked down and..."

I walk over and push a finger to his lips, and another to his chest, "Do you trust me?" I whisper, brushing the hair back from his face.

He nods somewhat shakily, falling back into the pillows with his arms slack above his head. I tug at my hips a little, and the towel falls to the floor. Gee's eyes go wide and he just stares up at me, "Wh-what are you doing?" he mumbles, scooting away from me.

I sigh softly and crawl onto the bed, "Just please trust me. I'm not gonna make you do anything you don't want to,"

He nods and seems to relax again as I slip my hands under his shirt, pulling it tauntingly slow over his head. He keeps his eyes glued to me the entire time, pupils wide and observant, taking in everything like a delicate operation was being performed.

And this was only foreplay.

My lips attach to his neck, nibbling away at the silken flesh while he writhes beneath me. His hands snakes up my spine, his nimble fingers tugging away at the loose ends of my hair. My mouth travels downward, suckling on his collarbone and pressing my weight against him, the two of us falling back into the unmade bedsheets. He gasps softly, his fingers curling along the nape of my neck as I sink my teeth into his upper chest. A whimper rushes out of his throat, "O-oh God... d-don't stop."

I smirk into his soft skin, breathing in the subtle aroma of cheap soap and fabric softener. My kisses start up, more fervent and deliberate than before, littering intricate designs across his naked torso. He returns the passion with shuddered curses and lusty moans. I look up at him, huffing softly. He blinks and brings his hands to hook with mine, 'It's okay,' he mouths, nudging his head forward and urging me to press on. I bring my tongue and lips down his stomach, teasing his navel with my tempting pecks. His hips buck softly, and I shake my head, tutting, "No, no Gee. You have to let daddy do all the work."

He looks at me and laughs, "Daddy? What the hell do-"

I cut him off by climbing onto him and pressing my mouth to his. I return to my assault on his neck, my teeth grazing his hairline and voice box. He trembles beneath me and brings his hot breath to my ear, murmuring, "Take me,"

I pull away from his, balancing myself on my hands but still our hips attached, "Are you sure?"

He nods, not blinking or casting his gaze away, "I trust you."

I smile and dive back on top of him, running my hands down his sides, placing a kiss in the middle of his chest, and further down on his inflated midriff. My nimble fingers work down, resting on his protruding hipbones and tucking themselves neatly into the cotton of his tattered boxers. He smiles and rolls his head back, his spine raising to meet my chest. In a single movement, I'm lying on him, our naked bodies intertwined in a passionate knot. I tuck my arms beneath his head, while he puts each palm on either side of me, pressing into my lower back.

I lean down and press a chaste kiss to his lips, slipping tenderly inside of him, releasing a guttural moan when he tightens unexpectedly. I push slowly, Keeping myself balanced and my hands threaded into his hair, my eyes never leaving his. And we stayed there in the room, making love as the morning sunlight filtered in through the ratty curtains.
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Gee yawns softly, adjusting his sling with his free hand, all the while keeping a steady watch on the sheriff. She's finishing up her last few statements on the evidence from our house, soon the jury will disappear for god-only-knows how long to squabble over the final decision on the baby's fate. I squirm in my seat, fiddling with the loose ends of the bandages on my wrist. The judges gavel comes down with a shattering clang, bolting me from my stupor and making my head jerk up painfully. Bob coughs softly as the judge peers down at the room, "Jurors, you have 2 hours to reach a final verdict. Court is in recess until 3 pm."

Everyone stands and files slowly from the room, but Gee and I remain seated, our hands clasped together on my lap and our gazes cast off into some unknown distance. Bob shifts his weight and slaps his hand down on the table, "So, mind telling me why you're covered in bruises and grinning like it's fucking Christmas morning?"

Gee blushes madly and hides behind his hair, giggling madly into his cupped hands. Bob raises an eyebrow and stares between us, "Why is he giggling?"

I just shrug and smile at him, patting his shoulder as I stand from my chair. He just huffs in confusion and glares at me, "What did you guys do!?"

I just smirk, "We made love."

Gee titters and scrambles up from his chair, running down the aisle towards the lobby. I follow close behind him, my hands tucked down into my pockets and my gaze plastered to the uneven tiles. A warm breeze caresses my cheek and I see outside through the propped open door. I step through casually, pushing a deserving cigarette between my lips, shielding my lighter's weak flame from the wind as I flick it on and take a heavy drag. I don't see Gee anywhere, but I'm not too worried about him. I take in long, labored puffs, exhaling slowly as I stare up at the crystal sky. I feel a slight tug in my arm, and see a rather ecstatic Gee pulling at me, "They already reached a verdict, come on."

He drags me back into the courtroom, where I see the head juror handing a piece of yellow notebook paper to the judge. I sit down slowly, watching as the rest of the witnesses take to their seats. The judge sets the paper in front of her, smoothing out the wrinkles, "Would the plaintiff and defendant please stand?"

I help Gee to his feet, supporting his lower back with my left forearm. Frank and Douche stand as well, each straightening out their suits and ties. The Judge clears her throat and stands as well, pushing her reading glasses up the bridge of her nose.

"We the jury find that Gerard Way is a more suitable guardian, and should be given all legal and parental rights of the child forth with. Furthermore, reparations of 7500 dollars should be given to Way annually for the upbringing of the child from the Plaintiff in question."

I feel my heart drop to my stomach. We won? I look over at Gee, dumbfounded, who breaks out into a smile and hugs my tightly, shrieking in pure joy, "We won! Bert, we won! She's ours now!"

He's jumping up and down on the balls of his feet, giddy with excitement. I hug him tightly, peppering kisses along his nose and cheeks, "We did it baby,"

He nods happily, placing a swift kiss to my forehead and putting his hand along his stomach, "She's ours... she's ours forever,"

I smile and rub at my eyes, trying to keep the tears in. I feel Bob give me a proud pat to the back, before shuffling out with the rest of the crowd. Frank is mumbling with his head down, a look of sorrow on his face. A small pang of guilt goes through my middle, and the realization hits me that I just stole that man's child. But then I look at Gee, the way he kisses me and hugs me and carries on about baby names and books and clothes, and I know that this is the way it's going to be.

And that our daughter is only the beginning.