</COLOR>A late spring breeze was swept up from the surface of the curling waves and grazed past the young
lovers, tingling Izaaks bare skin as he did so, leaving him more than aware that summer was on its
way. His last summer all to himself and Alexis, because this time next year theyd be perched in the
very same spot amongst the sand slicking sunscreen across their babys precious skin, fitting a tiny
pink hat upon her head and the father-to-be would be just as excited for their first summer together
as a family. Gone would be the days of taking his board out at sunrise, only to return when the light
was scarce in the sky. And those sticky nights that hed come home late, only to coax his fiancée in
to bed with him and through his exhaustion fall straight to sleep by her side. Every single little thing
they did, every aspect of the routine that they took for granted would slide straight from underneath
the couple. Life as they knew it would no longer be. So as her words, although timid, sliced through
him Izaak felt himself grow hot with shame. The only reason that Alexis felt a little less than great,
as she had put it, was because of him. Would they regret their decision not to erase their mistake
by the time April came knocking? Izaak didnt think that it was possible. But still he felt guilty that he
had put Alexis through this so young and it didnt help that Pierre was hissing reminders in his ear.
Blue eyes brimmed with unease as they dug deep into his fiancées gaze, trying to decipher what it
was that had her so uncomfortable. He shouldnt have been relieved when she confided in him her
fear but to know that he was in the same boat as her, that he had always been in the same boat as
her steamed a little of the pressure from his mind. The reassuring warmth of Alexis hand upon his
own as he touched it to her swollen womb pulled a smile on Izaaks lips; weary yes, exhausted yes,
but comfortably in love all the same. Whatever doubts she fretted over, Alexis neednt have wasted
her time on. She was a born natural with Jay, with little Jane and with baby Gabriel. But taking into
regard the teenager he had been and the man he had grown into, it was himself that Izaak worried
about. He had always said that he was frightened by commitment, by growing up too quickly. Alexis
knew it too, they had both felt the same in fact. When they had started dating everyone else around
them had been popping out babies left, right and centre. It had always intimidated the pair, puzzled
them beyond measure, wondering why they had all been daft enough to get themselves pregnant
at any rate. But here they were, half way to having their baby. Alexis, Izaak murmured, pressing a
kiss to her throat, taking in that vanilla that seemed to belong entirely to her until Izaak felt himself
calmed by the sweetness, as per usual. Beautiful, taking on eighty foot waves would scare me less.
The lids of Izaaks azure eyes flicked closed as he felt his lover adjust her position and curl as close
to his torso as her pregnant form would allow, his lips grazed her temple and his nerves tingled as
he felt her taut stomach press into his side. He wondered with a breath of a smile at the corners of
his lips that if he concentrated hard enough, hed feel the baby kick out inside but there was nothing
more than the gentle brush of her dress against his skin. "I'm going to call my mom later to ask her
to come over." Izaaks gaze re-engaged Alexis as she spoke, wondering feverishly if it meant that
Pierre would be joining in too. Strella, despite her subdued persona, he adored, Strella hed gladly
welcome. But if her father was thrown into the mix too then Izaak could see that his own anxieties
would sky rocket. Theyd have to get over themselves one day, he and his father-in-law. Preferably
by the time their baby arrived too. But the young man was paranoid enough as it was already. Of
course its okay. Izaak said, knowing that to reassure Alexis and to advise her in what she must be
going through couldnt possibly be any better done than if it was by her mother. No matter that his
own mother and sister had their own experiences. As a male he felt so useless, so lost for things to
say when things began to ache and mind sets began to close in. It would be a great help for both of
them. Just your mum, right? He asked, perhaps a little too quickly with those curious, azure eyes.
But, Izaak began, another smiling hinted on his lips as reached up a hand to curl the fingers softly
amongst the lustrous strands of Alexis strawberry blonde hair Youre going to make such a great
mother, trust me. And as Izaak leant down to peck her lips briefly with his own, he could think of no
one better. Not any amount of Melodies or Kaseys or Isabellas could ever match up to the woman
beside him, none any where near as fit to have his children, to swap vows with him at the altar. And
Izaak was so insatiably excited, albeit healthily nervous too, about the life together that lay ahead of
them. And such an amazing wife. Their lips were together again and at first Izaak could not get rid
of the grin that had struck him silly. Though as the kiss deepened, as his tongue flicked against the
sweet taste of her own, Izaak found himself being drawn further into the moment until he felt like he
was a teenager once again, content just in dating and not fussed over anything more stressful than
the rain that had seemed to intent on shooting down his fun. But Izaaks hand fell against their baby
once more and he was reminded that things were not all that carefree, and that he had something
better now. A wolf whistle, low, teasing and shot straight through someones teeth roused him from
his fixation on his fiancée and a familiar voice followed not too long afterwards. Finch, you bloody
stud. Snickering quietly to himself and Alexis, Izaak rubbed his nose against hers while his hand
shot out behind him, giving his colleague the finger who then chuckled and continued on his patrol
down to the south end of the beach. Making sure that the lifeguard was busying himself elsewhere,
the twenty-one year old pressed his lips to his loves stomach and grinned cheekily up at her from
there where his chin was now propped up on. I think Baby Finch needs a name. His brows rose in
an arch above his forehead, while he caught his tongue between his teeth, still with that wicked grin
of his. As much as he respected Alexis decision, Izaak would love to know the name of their child.
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