So I've decided to continue this. It's not going to be part of a massive story arc or anything like that, but rather a series of one-shots. This story may get a 'M' rating is things change, and if they do I'll let you know. I don't own Paperman.

6 Months Earlier

George slowly woke up, rubbing his eyes as the sun's light bled through the curtains. The city was still bustling with activity.

Not like it ever stopped of course.

He looked to his side to see Meg, nude, sleeping, and incredibly beautiful. He pulled her unconscious body towards his, wrapping his arms around her in a loving embrace.

It was strange how fate worked, a simple windy day at work had brought him his being, his entirety, his life. Meg was truly the woman of his dreams, beautiful, compassionate, and able to make him smile. Did they have problems? Yes. But they could work through them. Seeing her ready to jump off of that building was a sight he never wanted to see again.

Her in pain and despair was something he never wanted to see again.

Almost losing her last night was absolute hell, and hell had no place for this angel.

He got up from the bed, careful not to disturb her, and went into her kitchen. The night before had been full of raw emotion and power. When he made love to her, he felt whole, complete.

That's love I guess.He thought to himself.

He got some water, and stopped.

On the table was a paper plane, with her lipstick plastered onto its fin.

He picked up the parchment with extreme delicacy, examining the smooth surface as if inspecting a wound. The smooth creases, the plastered lips, and the oddest feeling of warmth.

This paper brought me the best thing in my life. George thought to himself.

He turned around. To his surprise, Meg was up, covered in a silky robe and smiling at him with perfect lips.

"Hey." she whispered.

"Hey."

They walked to each other and embraced, simply basking in each others love.

"Promise me that you'll never do that to me again." he whispered.

Ending the embrace, she pressed her lips to his in a long, passionate kiss. With tears beginning to fill her eyes, she whispered, "I promise."

Present Day

Eating. If there's one thing that women do when they're pregnant, it's eat.

George looked at Meg with curious eyes as he watched her consume her meal.

Did he love her? Yes.

Did he love the fact that she was dipping shrimp into chocolate? Not really.

In all honesty, it made him a bit sick.

She looked at him, feeling somewhat guilty for not sharing. She held the two in her hand, offering it to him.

"Want some?" she asked?

George tried to smile and not vomit in his queasiness. He pushed the plate back gently, a smile plastered to his face.

"No thanks."

She merely shrugged her shoulders and continued to eat. George scooted closer to his wife and rubbed her belly, causing her to blush. He began to kiss her belly, feeling the life that was inside.

"You are so beautiful." he said.

"The baby will be." she said.

"I wasn't just talking about the baby." he said, causing her to blush as she pulled him in for a kiss.

Strangely enough, he didn't mind the odd taste at the moment.

As they kissed, his hand stayed on her belly, and only one thought came to both of their minds.

Soon.

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