Bury Me in Memory

Title from Fall Out Boy's "Tell That Mick He Just Made My List of Things To Do Today"

Just something I've been working on for a while. And, I decided to post the prolouge with chapter one, to explain any confusion.

"I'm pregnant."

For that diminutive instant, the world stopped. My eyes glazed over, and I couldn't even make out her form any longer. Slipping down her curvaceous torso, my hand came to rest upon the bulging stomach, breath hitching instantly. From my nerve endings shot a sensation emphatically life altering. A faint drumbeat pulsating through the silence- a heartbeat, a sign of life in a being that I was responsible for creating.

But, with each new life, there must be death. With each moment of celebration, there must be sorrow. It's just how the world works, as simple a concept as why we live at all, for there is no reason. Nothing has a reason, in reality. Everything just… is.

Chapter One

Go For the Truth

Ten.

My hand wrapped instinctively around her waist, pulling her small form closer to mine. The fact that I could feel her body exhale against my tightened chest was positively exhilarating. She smiled with an unusual gleam in her eye, and I returned it, rubbing her stomach protectively.

Nine.

Bringing the flute to my lips, I let the glass linger momentarily near the tip of her nose before taking a small sip. "You know, I'd offer you some, but seeing as you're carrying Little Tommy Jr…" I winked mischievously, extracting a strangled scoff from her pursed lips.

Eight.

"We are not naming our child after you. And how exactly do you know that it'll be a boy?" She placed her hands on her hips, glaring expectantly up at me.

"Well, just as long as you don't name it Apple if it's a girl…"

"Hey! I resent that. It was probably just payback for her mom naming her Gwyneth anyway." I chuckled softly, my hand sliding to rest on the small of her back.

Seven.

"Do you think the studio will be open tomorrow? I really want to record something."

I narrowed my eyes, squinting at her. "Don't you want to… you know, celebrate? Having a baby is a big deal."

"No, you don't say." She exclaimed facetiously, laughing against my neck. "Isn't writing a song celebrating?" She questioned.

"Not exactly what I had in mind, but if that's what you want to do, I'm sure it can be arranged." I intertwined our fingers lazily, playing with the silver star on her middle digit.

Six.

"What exactly did you have in mind?"

Within a second, I had scooped her petite form into my endearing hold and had begun inhaling her signature scent, a peculiar mix of vanilla and peony created by her favorite bar soap. My eyes flickered shut, and a sudden impulse overcame my body. I swayed along with the silence surrounding us, the beat entangling itself with out movements over each passing moment. Stooping slightly, I began to whisper softly, tickling her earlobe with my seductive syllables.

Five.

She giggled girlishly, throwing her arms haphazardly around my neck. I sighed into her golden locks, reveling in our physical proximity. Her nose nuzzled the folds of skin beneath my ear. The simple gesture was so alluring, so passionate.

"Jude…" I whined breathlessly.

Four.

She merely tightened her grip, drawing closer. Her lips placed a single kiss upon mine before she spoke again. "Shh. Please don't ruin the moment."

For an instant, I considered acquiescing to her request. I couldn't bear to contain my feelings any longer, however, so I objected. "Jude…" With all the strength I could muster, I attempted to express how important it was that I did succeed in interrupting.

Three.

Her pupils searched mine wordlessly. After what seemed an eternity, she cocked her head to one side, willing me to continue.

Cautiously, I placed a chaste peck upon her forehead. Suddenly, words escaped me. The purity of the moment was deteriorating with every second, and in addition, it seemed, so was my oxygen.

Two.

I watched as the signs of befuddlement began to splay across her features, and I gasped like a fish out of water. My heart rate increased exponentially as my aptitude in language returned.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

One.

She blinked, a wry smile playing at her lips.

"Happy new year." She answered.