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Loving & Leaving- Part 5

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A/N: I should have said this earlier in the series, but I am aware Nico and Timo do not live close to each other in Switzerland. However, for this work of fiction, we gonna pretend. I really love these two. OMG, @ Emma finally giving in and handing us all the fluff we deserve. Only one more part after this 😩. Appreciate your love!

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Content (multiple times, blesssss), graphic descriptions of birth (forgive any inconsistencies), pregnancy, swearing.

“Babe.” I moan to Timo from where his head has disappeared beyond my bump and between my legs. His tongue is generous this morning, lapping and tasting me like I’m actually his breakfast. “Yeah.” I sigh, eyes closing shut as my core shakes, tightening my full belly.

It’s been a slow build morning. He started with sensual touches on my hip, lips pressing along my shoulder blade until his hands snuck up my shirt, rubbing at our growing baby. From there, his fingers glazed along my breasts, stroking and teasing my sensitive nipples until my hips bucked back into him, trembling, desperate.

His playing continued. He took his time pulling my pajama pants off, kissing his way up my left leg then down my right, sucking along every millimeter of my stretched and swollen body. A sound I didn’t recognize fell from my lips when his first tongue stroke hit my clit. His grin was sinister, teeth helping suck my folds between his lips hungrily.

I reach wildly by my hip to touch any part of him. I can’t thread my fingers in his hair. It’s too hard to reach with our baby in the way. Timo laces our fingers together instead. I squeeze them as my orgasm grips me. He slowly backs his pressure off, giving gentle slurps and laps as I dissolve into the pillows.

“You were right.” I murmur when I can, staring at the ceiling. “That was a good distraction.” Timo smiles against my belly, pressing soft kisses where little feet move. “How am I going to live without you?” I whisper.

“You’ll have part of me.” He jiggles our son by digging his fingers into my belly.

“Not the same.” I mumble, trying to roll onto my right hip as he craws up to lay next to me. His hand grips my other hip to pull me the whole way. He slides closer, fingers weaving through my hair to hold my head.

“We’ll talk every day.” He says against my lips. I close my eyes, leaning into the kiss. It’s like stepping into a warm shower after a cold day, full of tingly skin and appreciated comfort.

Today, I’m 29 weeks pregnant.

Because of that, our care team in New Jersey told me this week that it is time for me to fly home. The Devils are making a long, playoff push which means Timo and I will need to be separated until they win the Stanley Cup or lose. I could stay. But, in our early talks, it became important for us to have our baby in Switzerland. Most Swiss NHL players don’t get this choice and we feel grateful to welcome our baby into the world where we entered too. A Swiss birth certificate- no stress of dual citizenship hovering over our heads with multiple documents for the rest of his life.

At this point in my pregnancy, I can’t stay here and have our baby in Switzerland.

“Here.” Timo hands me my red passport book at the airport later. We smile at each other, remembering when I surrendered it to him after returning in January. He had made a big show of putting it in the safe in his closet. “Gotta lock this up, so you can’t leave without telling me.” But later that night, he slid the combination to me on a post-it. “All joking aside, you can leave whenever or if you want.”

Now that it’s time for me to do so, I really don’t want to.

Dread fills me as I wait outside the car for Timo to pull my two suitcases out of the trunk of Nico’s car. My bottom lip trembles, forcing my eyes shut. Tears build behind my lids, coating my lashes. A noise falls from my mouth. I clasp my hand over it as Timo turns to look at me.

“Babe.” He sighs, squeezing my fingers.

“I got the rest.” Nico assures him, taking over the luggage so Timo can wrap me in his arms. I immediately sob into his chest.

“I love you.” He says into my hair. “I know it’s hard.” He rocks us together as I cry, gripping his shirt in tight fists on his back.

“I don’t want to let go.” I whisper. When I tilt my face to his, he presses a deep, consuming kiss on my lips.

“Me either. It’s just for now. I’ll be home as soon as I can.” He nuzzles his nose into my wet cheek. “Be brave, baby. Take care of yourself and our son.” He leans down, pressing a long, tender kiss to my bump. “I love you. Both of you.” He rubs my back as I wipe tears from my face. His lips press longingly into my hair, discomfort obvious on his features.

“We love you.” I hiccup before taking a steadying breath. I need to keep it a little bit together here.

Nico is next.

“Don’t forget, you’re growing a future number 1 overall draft pick in there.” He jokes before wrapping me into a tight hug. “I love you. I’ll take care of your other boy here.”

“Love you.”

Timo gives me one more hug and a long, lingering smooch that makes my little brother shift uncomfortably from foot to foot. Our fingers stay laced together until they can’t anymore. I feel empty as my feet shuffle me towards the line with a vice-like grip on my red passport.

How did I ever leave him the times before this?

Timo follows me along the outside of the security line, step for step, until I disappear behind the glass.

- - -

“You should take a break.” Rhea says to me at the end of May. I am leaning against the bar at the outdoor event we are presenting for a high-end technology firm. It’s outdoors on a gorgeous roof top overlooking Lake Constance.

“I’m fine.” I insist to her, ignoring the swelling I can feel in my ankles. The straps of my wedges are cutting deep grooves into my feet. If I was in a truthful mood, I would admit that I am not feeling great today.

“I’m the boss now.” She quips at me. “Go. Take. A. Break.”

“We are co-partners.” I shake my head at her. Rhea becoming a partner was a long-term goal that my pregnancy rushed forward. She has kept the business thriving while I lived in New Jersey with Timo the first few months of the year. I’m grateful for her support and partnership in this next chapter.

“It still means I get to tell you what to do… half of the time. Seriously. Things are going well. Go sit down. Get some water. Maybe a snack for this guy.” She pats my belly and strolls away to chat with the catering supervisor.

I take her advice, easing into a chair off to the side, hidden from the guests. My hand strokes my belly where the baby kicks against one of my organs.

“Settle.” I muse. “Let’s call daddy quick.”

I press his name on my phone, bringing the speaker to my mouth as I scratch a newly forming stretch mark on the side of my hip. The phone rings and rings with no answer. I furrow my brows then find myself grinning at the sound of Timo’s voicemail greeting.

“Hi Timo Meier, it’s your baby mama. I have a complaint about our son and his rib kicking again.” I chuckle, then sigh. “Well, you’re busy cleaning or packing or dancing with drunk cats I’m sure. Call me when you can. We love you.” I click end, tossing my phone onto the little side table to my right.

Right now, things are lonely here. Soon, that will change; Timo will be home with me and our son. He’ll hold me and rub my swollen feet and get me through these last few, uncomfortable months of pregnancy. It’s unfortunate that he’ll be returning without a cup. But a loss in the Eastern Conference Finals is still a better result than the prior year. He’s close to greatness. Maybe next year, our son and I can witness it together.

A cool breeze blows the strands of my brown hair about. I close my eyes, focusing in on the sweet smells of summer, pushing into my belly to adjust the baby’s foot moving against my ribs again.

“You’re a little bit of a handful these days.” I murmur down to my belly. I smooth my dress out, watching as it bounces with the wild movements of the baby spinning about. “Ow.” I mutter, then push myself back up into a standing position. This helps move him lower and out of my ribs. So much for sitting.

Ding

I pull my phone up to look at the text from Timo.

How do you sound so beautiful and I can’t even see you?? Can’t talk right now, drunk cats and all 😉. I’ll try to catch you before you go to sleep. Miss you two. Love you more.

Please call. Wake me, I don’t care. I miss you a lot today.

Just you?

Okay, we 🙄

That’s better. Two 😘😘 for my sass queen and my buddy. Gotta go!

To where, I’m not sure. I want to ask but ultimately don’t.

I find out later when the door to our bedroom creeks open, jolting me out of a deep sleep.

“Sorry, baby.” I hear Timo say. It takes a moment for me to register his voice is in the room with me. When I feel his large hand cupping my baby bump, I know it’s real. “ Hi beautiful.” He presses his lips to mine. They curl into a smile under his mouth.

“You’re home.” I say, surprised. The Devils just lost three days ago. He shouldn’t be halfway across the world already.

“Yeah. Skipped out on everything to get here with you. I’ve missed too much.”

“I’m okay with that.”

“Look at you.. finally in this bed.” He chuckles. I’ve never been to his place in Switzerland before. It was strange coming here for the first time without him. The neighbors definitely gave me looks.

“Exactly how you pictured it?” I stick my tongue out at him.

“Yeah.” He laughs, stroking our son. “I saw the nursery.”

“Do you like it?”

“Yeah. It’s perfect. You did such a good job.” His lips press against mine again. His hand comes to the small of my back, pulling me closer to him. My bump presses into his hips where I can feel him hard against me.

“Eight months pregnant and you’re still into me?”

“Fucking obsessed.” He murmurs. “Flew coach internationally just to get between these thighs.”

“Please… Make love to me in this bed.” I say against his lips, moving my tongue into his mouth. He grins into our kiss.

“You should know I used to cum at the mere thought of you in these sheets.” He admits.

“Ugh, that is hot.” I moan, lifting my hips slightly so he can pull my pajama shorts off.

“Always my best work too.” He insists, eyes darkening as my bare breasts spring loose from my bra. “Jesus, baby. These things are… massive.” He groans as he palms them. The edges of them now flow outside of his large hands. His skin against my nipples is invigorating. He releases both breasts, bringing his mouth down. He places open mouth kisses all along the warm skin until he encloses over a nipple. My head falls back as I moan appreciatively.

“So good.” My voice is needy, encouraging him to slide a hand down between my legs. He spreads my thighs wider, then uses his fingers to move my wet panties to the side. He plays with my slick flesh, kneading and circling until I’m pressing insistently into his hand.

It’s been so long since he’s touched me. It doesn’t take much more of our rhythmic movements to make me cum. I run my fingers up his jaw as he kisses me deeply. Eventually, we work each others clothes off, fumbling awkwardly in the dark.

“How should we do this?” He chuckles. I’m too pregnant to be on my back. I would need a few pillows to support my belly doggy style. I can be on top, but the thought of him seeing my pregnancy chins up close and personal feels like a turn off.

“Um, maybe side by side.”

“You don’t like that.” He immediately shakes his head.

“I said that once and it’s because you were too wasted to fuck me right.” I roll my eyes at him as he drops his mouth open in shock.

“You came that night!”

“Did I?” He sucks in a shocked breath and holds it while pursing his lips at me. “I did.” I admit, snickering as we get into position. I am on my side, legs close together and knees curled up while he takes an approach from under me so we are almost making a T.

“Time to shut you up.” He snips, stroking his cock through my slit. I’m so wet and slick, he glides right through, teasing my clit with sloppy friction. He reaches for the baby, anchoring a hand there while the other reaches for my hand, lacing our fingers together as he enters me. I bite my lip, sucking in a deep breath at the intensity. The increased blood flow has everything tightened for me. He feels incredible- so thick and filling. “Mmm, now it feels like I’m home.” He moans, easing out and then pumping back in.

“I missed you so much.” I groan, squeezing his fingers.

“Yeah? Can you play with yourself for me. I can’t reach from here. Somethings in the way.” I run my fingers up my belly until I reach my nipples, pinching them into stiff peaks.

“No baby talk.”I whine as I continue stroking my nipples. We’ve had sex many times since I’ve been pregnant but not since the baby has been this big. If he kicks against my organs right now, I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep going.

“Okay, but stay still, buddy.” He gently rubs my stomach as he increases his thrusts. All baby talk ceases as I start moaning my baby daddy’s name, begging for him to keep going. Our thrusts echo through the room, the silky sheets, adding a soft pleasure as I writhe against them.

“Ohmygod. Oh… ohmygod.” I whimper as he presses deeper into me, picking a staccato beat. I suck in a shaky breath, then roll my head back against the pillow to shout loudly at the ceiling as I come. My inner muscles clench around his cock as he slows his thrusts. I melt into the pillow, biting my lip as his last few thrusts combine my cum with his. “Was that… good for you?” I ask into the dark. He didn’t make much noise and now I’m feeling a little insecure that I just had an amazing time and he thought it was meh.

“No.” He admits, sliding out of me. “It was way better than that.” Happy tears pinch my eyes as he moves to the side of me. “It’s been awful here without you.” I sniff as he wraps his arms around me. He is patient and sweet as a few drops make a break for it down my cheeks. “Sorry, I can’t control it.”

“I know, Em. It’s cute.” He combs his fingers through my hair, letting his hand fall into the rest of my hair fanned out behind my head. “Your hair is so long.”

“Yeah, it’s the prenatals.”

“Kinda like it.”

“Enjoy it now. It’s all gonna fall out after I give birth. At least that’s what I’ve read.” I study his face, silently terrified he will lose interest in me with the mark pregnancy, and soon birth, is leaving on my body.

“I’d love you even if you were bald.” He says it with such confidence, giving his head a reassuring nod.

“I don’t mean all of it.” I snort, scratching an itch at the end of my nose. He goes quiet, just looking into my eyes. I’m laying slightly on my side, scrunched up against his left arm, hair tossed behind my head with a slight sheen of sweat still clinging to my skin.

“So many nights I dreamed of being here like this with you.” His voice holds so much emotion, causing me to bite my lip. “But the reality of you here, pregnant with our baby… is better than any dream.”

I nod my head in agreement, then spend the next few minutes we are awake, kissing him in tender appreciation.

- - -

The day our son is born starts like any other off-season day. Timo and I share breakfast together before he heads out to train with Nico. By the time he comes back, I am having pain in my abdomen and back. He finds me on the birthing ball in the middle of the living room, watching TV with my phone as a timer.

“Hey babies.” He kisses the top of my head. “Gonna rinse off in the shower quick.”

“I think I’m having contractions.” I’ve had Braxton Hicks on and off for the last couple of weeks, but this is different. More consistent timing and deeper. Timo grins.

“Yeah?” He wiggles his eyebrows excitedly. He cannot wait for our son to enter this world. “Do I have time to shower?”

“Yes, I’m not- oh!” I gasp as my water breaks mid-sentence. “I guess not.” I finish with a laugh of disbelief.

“I’ll get the bags!” He is visibly giddy as I stare at the fluid beading down the silicon ball between my legs.

14 hours later, I fall back into the pillows of the hospital bed, convinced that I can’t push anymore than I already have for the last hour. Timo stands on my left, hands full, one with my left leg and the other with my hand.

“Am I doing this right?” I groan to Dr. Lori. “Why isn’t he out?” It comes out as a hiccup of a sob. I’m so tired. I’m sweaty and emotional and I think if Timo tells me one more time how great I’m doing, I’m gonna have to slap him.

“Yes, you’re doing this right.” Dr. Lori assures me. “His head is almost out. Bare down hard on this next one and we are going to see progress.” My lips and eyebrows crumple into a deep frown.

“This fucking sucks.” I hiss before I tighten my grip on Timo’s hand and push as hard as I can. The intensity of what I know is a head forcing out is so strong that I forget to breathe for a second. Timo’s thumb brushes comfortingly against the leg he’s holding.

“In and out, babe.” Timo demonstrates, squeezing my hand back. I turn to look at him, eyes wild with distress.

“Oh my god, this is so intense.” I grit my teeth together as I finish through the push. The pain burns and pierces even through the various medications flowing into my IV.

“This is so hard, baby, but you’re doing great. Keep going. He’s so close. So close, Em.” Timo’s steady voice gets me through the worst of it.

“Great job! His head is out. Hold off. Do not push.” I feel her fingers gliding along, checking him and working on adjusting him for the rest of delivery.

“Okay.” I grind my teeth harder as my forehead tightens in concentration and pain. “Babe, help. Say… something. Anything… to distract me.” The need to push is so intense that it physical hurts to keep my body from doing it. I hiss in my breaths as I hold back, listening to Timo tell me how much he loves me.

“You’re almost done. Moments away from meeting our baby.” His fingers rub against the back of my hand.

“I’m going to turn him and then you’re going to push him the rest of the way out.” I grunt out in pain as she twists him so his shoulder’s can come out. My eyes roll back into my head as Timo grips my fingers in acknowledgement. He grimaces hard at the discomfort on my face; He hates seeing me like this.

“Yep, that’s the worst part.” Dr. Lori confirms. “Push now. Steady and hard.” I let my body take over and in one more big exertion, I can feel Lio Meier enter the world completely. The relief is instant. I fall back into the pillows in absolute exhaustion, eyes drooping but eager for a peek of our baby.

“Emma.” Timo is choking on tears when he sees him. “He’s here.” He brushes the sweaty strands of hair from my forehead. “Look at the perfect baby we made.” His lips are on my face, whichever part of it they can reach over the bar of the hospital bed.

Dr. Lori holds our son up in all his screaming glory. The overwhelming emotions charge through me as tears of every feeling collect together in my eyes. I begin to shake from adrenaline and pride, turning to kiss Timo’s lips.

“Your parents have been waiting for you, Lio.” Dr. Lori cheers as she holds him up. The nurse beside my head works with Timo to unsnap my gown. Lio is placed on my bare chest and the axis of our whole world shifts right here in a St. Gallen hospital.

“I’m so proud of you. You were amazing. Absolutely incredible.” Timo’s praise swells in my chest beneath our son. I wrap my hands tighter around him, barely aware of the liquids that coat his little body.

“Do you want to cut the cord, dad?” Dr. Lori asks. When she calls him dad, Timo’s eyes fill again and he nods because he can’t speak. I bite my bottom lip, watching as she walks him through how to do it. When it’s done, he gives me a pleased grin.

“Just as hard as my job.” I joke. He leans down, placing our lips together in a kiss that has a depth greater than anything on earth. He kneels all the way down to eye level with us, large hand coming to Lio. I watch him stroke the thick, wet hair on our son’s head. His blue eyes swim with tears, letting them dash freely down his face.

“Thank you, Em. I’ll never be able to repay you for him.”

It’s true. Growing and birthing a human for us is something he can’t do. But I know a fair enough comparison. It’s a moment I’ve thought about since we separated in New Jersey.

“Marry me?” I say. He pauses, eyes snapping to mine. New, fat tears flow down, mixing with the sweat on my face and neck. I don’t need another moment on this earth to convince me that he is my forever. I’ve known it for years anyway. His lips tighten with emotion for a moment before he leans forward to kiss me. With one hand on our baby and one on my head, we fall in love with each other all over again. Together this time.

“I’m supposed to ask you.”

“You’re taking too long.” I insist between our soft smooches.

“You’re very impatient for someone convinced she didn’t want this.” He pulls back to gaze tenderly into my eyes. “Guess it’s a good thing there is a diamond ring in my bag.” He lets go of my hand to reach for his bag on the couch. I grip our son tighter, watching as he pulls the red box from between two t-shirts. My legs are still spread open as they do post-birth work. Our son is filled with bodily fluids. I’m high as a kite on hormones and drugs. But when he slips that 4 carat ring onto my finger, everything about this is perfect.

Our doctors and nurses cheer in congratulations that make me laugh against Timo’s mouth.

“You didn’t say yes.” I tease through my joy, admiring the way the large diamond glistens against our son’s body.

“Yes, baby. Yes, for the rest of my life.”

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