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Imogen settled down on the worn out sofa, gently cradling her cup of hot chocolate in her hands to warm then. It was a cold and rainy day, and since they couldn't afford a heater in their draughty little apartment, she had to make do with wrapping the thickest blanket they owned around her and hoped it would keep away the worst of the cold.

She sighed as she looked at the other cup of hot chocolate, rapidly cooling on the rickety coffee table beside her, and then out the window. It truly looked horrible out there, and she was worried about Isaac. Where was he? He was supposed to have been back over an hour ago! She took a sip of hot chocolate to warm herself up, and then smiled fondly when she felt the baby kick.

"Your daddy is very late," she cooed gently to the baby, setting her cup down. She gently put a hand on her belly as she started talking to their baby. "Where do you think he is? You're impatient to see him, aren't you sweetheart?" The baby kicked again, as though in agreement, and she giggled. She remembered having a talk with Isaac when she told him that she was pregnant. His face had lit up with joy and he grabbed her in his arms and spun her around. They had settled down on his sofa, talking about whether they wanted a boy or a girl, who the baby would look like…every now and then he would gently rub her tummy and talk to the baby.

"Are you a girl or a boy?" he had asked, making her laugh loudly, and he looked back at her with twinkling eyes.

"It said it was a boy." He said grinning, pulling her close. She had raised an eyebrow at him.

"Oh really? Because I think it's a beautiful baby girl."

"Nawww. It's gonna be a little boy, and he's gonna be a great musician, just like his daddy."

She had completely softened at the look of pure adoration as he looked at her belly, and sighed, leaning her head on his shoulder, covering the hand that was on her stomach with hers.

"I would love for him to be a musician just like his daddy," she whispered. Isaac had turned to her, his eyes bright, a soft smile on his face.

"Or it could be a girl, a true beauty like her mommy," he said softly.

Her eyes had filled with tears then, and he gently kissed her, their fingers intertwining.

That day had been one of the happiest in her life. Even though her adopted family had disowned her after hearing that she was pregnant with Isaac's baby, they had still managed to make it on their own. Granted, their current place of living was not as fancy as she had been used to, but it was still their home. She wouldn't have traded this for the world.

And even though when they had those playful arguments about whether the baby was a boy or girl she always protested that it would be a girl, she secretly hoped that the child would be a little boy and have Isaac's looks. There was no way she would admit that to Isaac though; he'd have a smug look on his face for the rest of his life.

She pulled the blanket tighter around herself and pulled the chair closer to the fire place. That fireplace was probably her favourite thing in the place, and she and Isaac loved to roast marshmallows over it on cold days. A smile spread across her face and she slowly got up, keeping the blanket around her, and walked to the tiny kitchen, getting a pack of marshmallows and some sticks to roast them on.

Then, going back into the living room, she placed them by the fire place, spread a few blankets and cushions on the floor, and brought over the little coffee table, with the two mugs of hot chocolate. She stood up proudly and admired her work. It looked like a little warm haven in their living room.

She had just sat down by the fire when suddenly there was a frantic thumping on the door, and she groaned. That day-dreamer must have forgotten his keys again. She shook her fondly, thinking that if his head weren't screwed on, he would probably lose it. "Up we go," she muttered as she slowly got up. Her belly was pretty big at this point, and having to struggle to sit down and get up was annoying the hell out of her.

As fast as she could she went to the door and opened it.

Isaac grinned at her, his black hair covering his face. His clothes were completely stuck to his skin, and she could see the muscles in his chest through his shirt.

"You idiot!" she scolded playfully, by way of greeting, throwing herself into his arms, not caring that he was completely soaked through. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her. "Why hello to you too," he said, grinning down at her.

She looked up at him, her eyebrows raised. She meant to tell him off, but his smile was so boyish and infectious it was impossible not to smile in return. "Where the hell is your jacket?" she demanded, poking him in the chest. "It's freezing out here!"

He grinned and tightened his arms around her. "Nah, it's not so bad when you're in my arms,"

She blushed, but refused to soften at the compliment. He was always too good at distracting her.

"No way mister, you're not gonna seduce me this time." He laughed, and she detangled herself from him, pulling him inside and slamming the door shut.

"Right," she said, brushing the hair from his face. He quickly grabbed her hand and held it against his cheek, and she sighed, but smiled at him. "Go straight into the living room and warm yourself up. There is hot chocolate and marshmallows to roast." She laughed when his face lit up, a joyful gleam in his eyes.

"Marshmallows?" He asked happily, almost bobbing up and down in excitement.

She giggled and nodded. "Yeah, I thought you might want some after being in the cold." She gently plucked at his wet t-shirt and tutted. "Go get yourself warm, I'm gonna get you a towel and some dry stuff."

She turned to go but he pulled her back, bringing her to his chest and wrappinghis arms around her. She sighed and leaned into him, and she felt his lips brush her forehead.

"You're a goddess, you know that right?" he murmured against her skin.

She pulled her face back and raised an eyebrow at him, looking into his soft blue eyes. "A goddess of what? Marshmallows?"

He threw his head back and laughed, then gently kissed her nose, making her giggle. "Don't be so quick to judge, that would most definitely be my most favourite goddess."

She laughed and then quickly pulled herself out of his arms and shoved him into the living room. "Go and get warmed up, I'm gonna get you a towel."

She laughed again when she saw him go straight for the marshmallows, and shook her head fondly as she went to the linen cupboard and grabbed a clean, albeit frayed, towel.

When she got back to the living room she saw that he had quickly shed his t-shirt, and had a blanket wrapped around him for warmth. He was also already roasting a marshmallow over the fire and sipping a cup of hot chocolate. He turned and grinned at her as she walked in, and she had to tell herself sternly not to stare at his bare chest.

"Immy, how did you know I would be craving marshmallows?" he asked, and she giggled as she sat down behind him.

"Isaac, you're always craving marshmallows," she said as she started to dry his hair. He sighed and leaned back into her, and she had to resist the urge to wrap him in her arms and hug him tightly.

He shrugged. "I suppose you have a point," He set the cup back on the table, focusing on the marshmallow. He was always very serious about his marshmallows.

Imogen laughed, discarding the towel now that his hair was as dry as she could get it.

"Your baby was very anxious for you to arrive you know," she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him from behind. She sighed as she felt he warmth of the fire on her face.

"Oh he was, was he?" he said, smiling widely. He touched her arm with his free hand. "Well tell him I'm very sorry for making him wait so long. The meeting dragged on longer than I thought it would."

"What happened?"

"Oh, well there was a lot of agent talk that I didn't understand, so I basically and just sat and nodded the whole time. Then he said something about wanting to fly me out to LA to make a demo recording."

Imogen gasped. "Really? Oh wow, that's amazing Isaac!" She was elated and she hugged him tightly, hearing him chuckle fondly. He had been working so hard at his music for so long, and to hear that he was actually going to go to LA to do a recording…

She pulled up short, her heart sinking slightly at the fact that he would be leaving, probably for a while. How long would he be gone? A few months, half a year? There was no way she could bear being apart from him for very long…no, this is no time to be selfish! She scolded herself, but she tightened her arms around him, worry nagging at her heart. Would he miss their child's birth?

"Uh…how long will you be gone?" she asked, trying to keep her voice from catching, but failing miserably. Besides, he knew her too well by this point to know what she was thinking.

He chuckled, keeping his eyes on his marshmallow, being careful not burn it. "Well, I told him that I wouldn't go unless I could bring my girlfriend and my baby with me. He wasn't very excited about the idea at first, but I made it plain that unless he agreed to it, I wouldn't go."

It took Imogen a second to process what he was saying. "You mean…we're going to LA?" She couldn't keep the wonder and excitement out of her voice. Whenever her adopted family went overseas, she was usually left at home, not that she minded too much. The other children annoyed the hell out of her anyway, and they didn't like her much either.

He turned his head to her and grinned, his eyes sparkling as he saw the excitement on her face. "We're going to LA," he repeated, his grin widening as her eyes widened and a smile flew across her face.

"Oh my gosh!" she squealed, throwing herself at him, and then suddenly they were falling down and lying on the soft blankets, the marshmallow now forgotten on the floor.

She looked up at Isaac who was now on top of her, grinning widely, his blue eyes dancing with laugher.

"Oh…uh…sorry," she said sheepishly, her face turning a delicate pink. "I was just a little excited."

He laughed, leaning his forehead on hers, making her blush even harder. "I never said I was complaining," he said, his voice now gravelly and soft. Her heart started pounding in her chest, and when she looked at him, his eyes were smouldering. Imogen shivered. She knew that look.

"What…what about your marshmallow?" she said breathlessly, unable to tear her eyes away from his.

He chuckled, leaning in closer. She closed her eyes as she felt him whisper in her ear: "I have something here better than a marshmallow."

Her eyes flew open to find him grinning wickedly before he kissed her passionately. She sighed, wrapping her arms around him and pulling herself closer, revelling in his warmth. She felt him smile against her lips as he wrapped his arms around her, weaving his hands into her silky brown hair.

His kiss tasted like hot chocolate, and she gently ran her fingers down his bare chest, making him moan softly.

Yes, she definitely wouldn't trade this for anything in the world.

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Imogen settled down on the worn out sofa, gently cradling her cup of hot chocolate in her hands to warm then. It was a cold and rainy day, and since they couldn't afford a heater in their draughty little apartment, she had to make do with wrapping the thickest blanket they owned around her and hoped it would keep away the worst of the cold.

She sighed as she looked at the other cup of hot chocolate, rapidly cooling on the rickety coffee table beside her, and then out the window. It truly looked horrible out there, and she was worried about Isaac. Where was he? He was supposed to have been back over an hour ago! She took a sip of hot chocolate to warm herself up, and then smiled fondly when she felt the baby kick.

"Your daddy is very late," she cooed gently to the baby, setting her cup down. She gently put a hand on her belly as she started talking to their baby. "Where do you think he is? You're impatient to see him, aren't you sweetheart?" The baby kicked again, as though in agreement, and she giggled. She remembered having a talk with Isaac when she told him that she was pregnant. His face had lit up with joy and he grabbed her in his arms and spun her around. They had settled down on his sofa, talking about whether they wanted a boy or a girl, who the baby would look like…every now and then he would gently rub her tummy and talk to the baby.

"Are you a girl or a boy?" he had asked, making her laugh loudly, and he looked back at her with twinkling eyes.

"It said it was a boy." He said grinning, pulling her close. She had raised an eyebrow at him.

"Oh really? Because I think it's a beautiful baby girl."

"Nawww. It's gonna be a little boy, and he's gonna be a great musician, just like his daddy."

She had completely softened at the look of pure adoration as he looked at her belly, and sighed, leaning her head on his shoulder, covering the hand that was on her stomach with hers.

"I would love for him to be a musician just like his daddy," she whispered. Isaac had turned to her, his eyes bright, a soft smile on his face.

"Or it could be a girl, a true beauty like her mommy," he said softly.

Her eyes had filled with tears then, and he gently kissed her, their fingers intertwining.

That day had been one of the happiest in her life. Even though her adopted family had disowned her after hearing that she was pregnant with Isaac's baby, they had still managed to make it on their own. Granted, their current place of living was not as fancy as she had been used to, but it was still their home. She wouldn't have traded this for the world.

And even though when they had those playful arguments about whether the baby was a boy or girl she always protested that it would be a girl, she secretly hoped that the child would be a little boy and have Isaac's looks. There was no way she would admit that to Isaac though; he'd have a smug look on his face for the rest of his life.

She pulled the blanket tighter around herself and pulled the chair closer to the fire place. That fireplace was probably her favourite thing in the place, and she and Isaac loved to roast marshmallows over it on cold days. A smile spread across her face and she slowly got up, keeping the blanket around her, and walked to the tiny kitchen, getting a pack of marshmallows and some sticks to roast them on.

Then, going back into the living room, she placed them by the fire place, spread a few blankets and cushions on the floor, and brought over the little coffee table, with the two mugs of hot chocolate. She stood up proudly and admired her work. It looked like a little warm haven in their living room.

She had just sat down by the fire when suddenly there was a frantic thumping on the door, and she groaned. That day-dreamer must have forgotten his keys again. She shook her fondly, thinking that if his head weren't screwed on, he would probably lose it. "Up we go," she muttered as she slowly got up. Her belly was pretty big at this point, and having to struggle to sit down and get up was annoying the hell out of her.

As fast as she could she went to the door and opened it.

Isaac grinned at her, his black hair covering his face. His clothes were completely stuck to his skin, and she could see the muscles in his chest through his shirt.

"You idiot!" she scolded playfully, by way of greeting, throwing herself into his arms, not caring that he was completely soaked through. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her. "Why hello to you too," he said, grinning down at her.

She looked up at him, her eyebrows raised. She meant to tell him off, but his smile was so boyish and infectious it was impossible not to smile in return. "Where the hell is your jacket?" she demanded, poking him in the chest. "It's freezing out here!"

He grinned and tightened his arms around her. "Nah, it's not so bad when you're in my arms,"

She blushed, but refused to soften at the compliment. He was always too good at distracting her.

"No way mister, you're not gonna seduce me this time." He laughed, and she detangled herself from him, pulling him inside and slamming the door shut.

"Right," she said, brushing the hair from his face. He quickly grabbed her hand and held it against his cheek, and she sighed, but smiled at him. "Go straight into the living room and warm yourself up. There is hot chocolate and marshmallows to roast." She laughed when his face lit up, a joyful gleam in his eyes.

"Marshmallows?" He asked happily, almost bobbing up and down in excitement.

She giggled and nodded. "Yeah, I thought you might want some after being in the cold." She gently plucked at his wet t-shirt and tutted. "Go get yourself warm, I'm gonna get you a towel and some dry stuff."

She turned to go but he pulled her back, bringing her to his chest and wrappinghis arms around her. She sighed and leaned into him, and she felt his lips brush her forehead.

"You're a goddess, you know that right?" he murmured against her skin.

She pulled her face back and raised an eyebrow at him, looking into his soft blue eyes. "A goddess of what? Marshmallows?"

He threw his head back and laughed, then gently kissed her nose, making her giggle. "Don't be so quick to judge, that would most definitely be my most favourite goddess."

She laughed and then quickly pulled herself out of his arms and shoved him into the living room. "Go and get warmed up, I'm gonna get you a towel."

She laughed again when she saw him go straight for the marshmallows, and shook her head fondly as she went to the linen cupboard and grabbed a clean, albeit frayed, towel.

When she got back to the living room she saw that he had quickly shed his t-shirt, and had a blanket wrapped around him for warmth. He was also already roasting a marshmallow over the fire and sipping a cup of hot chocolate. He turned and grinned at her as she walked in, and she had to tell herself sternly not to stare at his bare chest.

"Immy, how did you know I would be craving marshmallows?" he asked, and she giggled as she sat down behind him.

"Isaac, you're always craving marshmallows," she said as she started to dry his hair. He sighed and leaned back into her, and she had to resist the urge to wrap him in her arms and hug him tightly.

He shrugged. "I suppose you have a point," He set the cup back on the table, focusing on the marshmallow. He was always very serious about his marshmallows.

Imogen laughed, discarding the towel now that his hair was as dry as she could get it.

"Your baby was very anxious for you to arrive you know," she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him from behind. She sighed as she felt he warmth of the fire on her face.

"Oh he was, was he?" he said, smiling widely. He touched her arm with his free hand. "Well tell him I'm very sorry for making him wait so long. The meeting dragged on longer than I thought it would."

"What happened?"

"Oh, well there was a lot of agent talk that I didn't understand, so I basically and just sat and nodded the whole time. Then he said something about wanting to fly me out to LA to make a demo recording."

Imogen gasped. "Really? Oh wow, that's amazing Isaac!" She was elated and she hugged him tightly, hearing him chuckle fondly. He had been working so hard at his music for so long, and to hear that he was actually going to go to LA to do a recording…

She pulled up short, her heart sinking slightly at the fact that he would be leaving, probably for a while. How long would he be gone? A few months, half a year? There was no way she could bear being apart from him for very long…no, this is no time to be selfish! She scolded herself, but she tightened her arms around him, worry nagging at her heart. Would he miss their child's birth?

"Uh…how long will you be gone?" she asked, trying to keep her voice from catching, but failing miserably. Besides, he knew her too well by this point to know what she was thinking.

He chuckled, keeping his eyes on his marshmallow, being careful not burn it. "Well, I told him that I wouldn't go unless I could bring my girlfriend and my baby with me. He wasn't very excited about the idea at first, but I made it plain that unless he agreed to it, I wouldn't go."

It took Imogen a second to process what he was saying. "You mean…we're going to LA?" She couldn't keep the wonder and excitement out of her voice. Whenever her adopted family went overseas, she was usually left at home, not that she minded too much. The other children annoyed the hell out of her anyway, and they didn't like her much either.

He turned his head to her and grinned, his eyes sparkling as he saw the excitement on her face. "We're going to LA," he repeated, his grin widening as her eyes widened and a smile flew across her face.

"Oh my gosh!" she squealed, throwing herself at him, and then suddenly they were falling down and lying on the soft blankets, the marshmallow now forgotten on the floor.

She looked up at Isaac who was now on top of her, grinning widely, his blue eyes dancing with laugher.

"Oh…uh…sorry," she said sheepishly, her face turning a delicate pink. "I was just a little excited."

He laughed, leaning his forehead on hers, making her blush even harder. "I never said I was complaining," he said, his voice now gravelly and soft. Her heart started pounding in her chest, and when she looked at him, his eyes were smouldering. Imogen shivered. She knew that look.

"What…what about your marshmallow?" she said breathlessly, unable to tear her eyes away from his.

He chuckled, leaning in closer. She closed her eyes as she felt him whisper in her ear: "I have something here better than a marshmallow."

Her eyes flew open to find him grinning wickedly before he kissed her passionately. She sighed, wrapping her arms around him and pulling herself closer, revelling in his warmth. She felt him smile against her lips as he wrapped his arms around her, weaving his hands into her silky brown hair.

His kiss tasted like hot chocolate, and she gently ran her fingers down his bare chest, making him moan softly.

Yes, she definitely wouldn't trade this for anything in the world.