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A Moth Into A Butterfly	By : TaimaMarie Category: Individual Celebrities > Criss Angel Views: 3069 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Hey. Criss.” she nudged him. Criss groaned and sat up, rubbing his eyes. It wasn't even early, but the night hadn't been particularly comfortable, with Marilyn's growing belly and the bed being as small as it was.
If he was going to keep doing these little overnights here, he was going to have to put in a bigger bed. He smiled at her though, wearing his t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. Her hair was a mess, but she was bright eyed and bushy tailed.
“You're excited to be awake.
“Did you forget what day it is?”
“Of course I didn't forget. You wrote it on little sticky notes inside of my car. You wrote it down in big letters in my day book. I think you would have tattooed it across my forehead if you could have gotten away with it.”
“I just didn't want you to forget. It's a big day!” Marilyn heaved out of bed and padded to her dresser. Criss leaned against the tiny headboard and watched her with a smile.
“I know it's a big day. It's a huge day.” he stretched his toes. “Are you going to bring me up some coffee?”
“Am I going to bring you up some coffee? I'm sorry, aren't I fourteen weeks pregnant here?”
“Okay, fine.” he joked. “Do you want some peppermint tea or something?”
“Yes. Please.” she was going through the drawers of her tiny collection of still fitting clothes. He was going to have to take her out and have her pick out some things that actually fit her right, he thought.
Criss came back upstairs with the mug of piping hot tea. Marilyn was trying to decide between a yellow skirt and matching flowy top, or a striped sweater and her last pair of jeans. Criss set the mugs on the dresser and wrapped his arms around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder.
“Wear the yellow.”
“You think so?”
“It makes you look all sunny and happy.” he kissed her neck. “Now sit down on the bed and drink your tea and read a book while I read the paper. We have plenty of time to get ready, you know.”
“I know. I just really don't want to be late.”
“We won't be.” he squeezed her, just a little, and went back to lay on the bed. Marilyn joined, reading yet another baby book. He wondered what they could all be saying that she read so many of them.
It seemed to Criss that everything would happen naturally as soon as the baby was out. Besides, as long as they didn't drop it on it's head or feed it poison, changed it's diaper and loved it, it didn't really seem like there was much that could go wrong.
Marilyn sipped her tea while he drank his coffee. The calm enveloped the two of them until he smiled. Of course, he couldn't really get used to moments like this. It wouldn't be too long before they would have a baby to take care of.
Though he had told her that he wasn't scared, Criss was a little terrified. Here he was just falling in love with a woman who happened to be cooking his baby in her belly. He reached out impulsively and pulled her closer. Marilyn didn't miss a beat, just snuggled into a more comfortable position and continued to read her book.
Babies could rip marriages apart. Criss had seen it happen. Not that it was the fault of the baby or anything. He had just seen a lot of couples think that a child could fix all their problems, and then be shocked when, of course, that didn't happen. Be shocked when it turned out that having a baby came with a brand new set of complications and things to fight about.
Not that he and Marilyn fought that much. Not that they'd had the chance to fight that much. Of course there had been the thing with his ex, and now this thing coming up with all the dangerous stunts. But they could work through all that, couldn't they? It didn't have to be the end of everything.
Criss kissed the top of Marilyn's head. She tilted it back and kissed his mouth.
“Enjoying your coffee?”
“Sure,”
“Nervous?” she raised an eyebrow.
“What makes you think that?”
“The fact that you've had a death grip on my shoulders for the past five minutes and haven't been reading your paper, but staring me into oblivion. It's unnerving and making it awfully hard for me to read.”
“Oh,” Criss mumbled. Marilyn chuckled.
“It's time to get dressed and start out to the doctor's office, baby.”
“Right.” he took the last swallow of his drink while she stood up and began to strip off the pajamas in favor of the yellow outfit. It made her golden eyes pop out even more, and Criss found himself hoping that their child would get eyes the same color as hers.
It wasn't very likely. What little he remembered from high school biology had taught him that much. But dammit, he could still hope, couldn't it? It was likely the kid would have dark hair like the both of them, though.
Criss rushed into his clothes and took the brush from Marilyn, steering her into the nursery so she could sit in the rocking chair for him to brush her hair. It was a chore he loved doing, making those waves smooth and silky, tamed.
When he was done, he helped her out of the chair and down the stairs. They remained silent on the car ride to the doctor.
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“Okay,” the technician was a perky blond with big blue eyes that she kept fluttering at Criss. Ordinarily, Marilyn might have been mad, but right now she was more concerned with the gel on her stomach and the screen in front of then.
“Let's see where the baby is.”
She slid the hand held part of the machine around Marilyn until the sound of the heartbeat filled the room again.
“Here's the head. And there are some little feet.” the woman chattered.
Criss and Marilyn had fallen silent in their awe. Criss reached out and took her hand. The technician smiled again, but this time with tenderness.
“First time parents?” they both nodded. “Well, the doctor will be in to see you guys shortly, okay?” she handed them a box of tissues before making her way out of the room.
“I can't believe it.” Criss whispered. “I just saw my kid. While it's inside of you.”
“I know,” Marilyn swallowed. “We saw our baby. My God.”
AN: So, my dear readers. Here's the question---should Marilyn and Criss go ahead and find out the sex of their baby at the next ultrasound?
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