Finding Grace

I sighed as I crumbled the doritos onto the peanut butter sandwich, Andy watching me dubiously as I did.
"That can't be good."
"I'm craving it," I muttered, ignoring him; we'd been home two days and the living room was littered with boxes of my things Vale and Clarke had packed for me; I'd meant to go back but Andy practically freaked out if I got off the couch for longer then taking a shower.
I wasn't going to spontaneously go into labor now; the doctor had said it was because of the constant activity, moving from one stage to another and being on the road so much.
Plus I had a small frame, amd honestly I don't believe I had been built in mind of carrying a baby anyway; it worried me my baby bulge wasn't as big as I'd seen other womens be at my timespan, though I hadn't said anything to Andy about it.
He was still dealing with the wrath of his parents over the shotgun wedding, and Danny had called me several times with the intentions of pitching a fit until I slyly made a comment about my shaky condition due to just being out of the hospital.
So at least I was getting a break.
Though I think Vale missed me dreadfully since she called me constantly; I guess we weren't going to get a honeymoon phase where they left us alone.
I sighed, squishing my sandwich flat the way I liked it.
In my condition, and after that expensive hospital stay, I doubt we would ever go on a honeymoon.
Besides, it involved having sex, and Andy hadn't touched me in months, I thought glumly.
And I was getting so frustrated because I wanted to so badly but... Well, maybe he wasn't attracted to me like this. He hadn't made any move to since we'd been back, and I didn't want to start anything in case he rejected me; the way my mood swings kept going, my feelings would probably be hurt and I would feel humiliated until our child was probably three years old before I got over it.
I glanced at him where he enjoyed his chocolate milk, scrolling on his phone casually as he texted one of the guys back.
I traveled back to my pillowed spot on the couch, munching on my sandwich.
I heard Andy answer the phone, but I ignored him, trying to get The Flash to stream from my laptop so I could watch Barry Allen realize how devious Harrison Wells really was.
"Ashleys coming over," Andy called. "And he's bringing pizza."
"What kind of pizza?"
"Supreme and one with just extra cheese," Andy leaned down to kiss me with a smile. "Just the way you like it lately."
"Do we have ---?"
"Parmesan? Yes."
Awesome.
I grinned, sitting Indian style on the couch.
I was currently wearing this really cute black maternity top with a baby on board sign and leggings because I never had bought anymore jeans.
I thought I looked like a cute whale, at least.
My head turned as Ashley walked in, not even bothering to knock.
"Hello, married couple! Your single friend has come to spice up your lives!"
"You're not single, Ashley."
"I'm more single then you assholes," he snorted, setting the pizzas down. "And at least I tell everyone."
We rolled our eyes.
None of our bands had forgiven us for that.
They started passing out pizza, and I took my cheese piece gratefully, suddenly starving.
I felt a slight flutter in my stomach.
Jeez, baby, calm down, I thought, my taste buds singing as the cheese hit my tongue.
I groaned happily. "This is amazing."
"Wow, if I knew you'd sound like that, I'd bring pizza more often," Ashley chuckled, and my face flushed.
Andy grinned, and tried to hide it behind his drink.
God, sprinkles would be great on this, I thought errantly, and the frowned, looking down at the pizza.
Did I really need sprinkles?
Yes, yes I did.
"What is it?" Andy glanced at me.
"Um, I need sprinkles. We have some don't we?"
"Sprinkles?" Ash raised his brows at me. "Are you serious?'
"Yes! I need them," I muttered, feeling silly as I started to get to my feet.
"I got it," Andy placed his hand on my shoulder to stop me. "Don't get up. They're too high for you anyway."
Well.
I watched him as he walked back into the kitchen, reaching into one of the high cabinets as he searched.
"So, how's the married life going for you?" Ashley asked, sitting on the coffee table in his usual spot.
"It's basically the same as before," I sighed, wiping my fingers on a napkin. "Except I'm almost six months pregnant, look like a whale, and send Andy out in the middle of the night for frosty's."
Ashley grinned. "I love your weird food cravings, keeps it interesting."
"You say that now," I muttered, wishing Andy would hurry and find the sprinkles before I had to do it myself.
"So how is the honeymoon phase?" He raised his brows suggestively at me. "Since you guys are finally back and can get the jiggy with it? I always heard pregnant sex was the best."
My face flamed.
"Ashley!"
He started to laugh.
"Seriously? Don't even bring that up," I sighed, and I suddenly wasn't very hungry anymore.
I grimaced, letting my pizza fall back onto its plate.
There was no sex to speak of, and I was getting so frustrated.
"I think I'm gonna go lay down," I said after a moment, getting to my feet.
"What?" Andy was paused on the threshold between the rooms, a container of sprinkles held triumphantly in his hand. "But I just found..."
"I know, I'm sorry, I'm just tired," I sent him a apologetic smile as I moved towards the bedroom. "I just need a nap."
Andy POV
That was weird.
I watched her go curiously, then shrugged, setting the sprinkles on the countertop and walking back to the couch.
Weird, but not so much right now. She was always doing weird things, suddenly deciding she didn't like our laundry detergent, sending me out for food at 2 AM when I already had to get up early, wondering why we had so many oven mitts when neither of us even cooked.
Why did I have so many oven mitts? I wondered as I sat back down.
"What was that about?" I asked, pulling the pizza into my lap.
Ash shrugged. "I dunno, I was just asking about you guys sex life."
Oh.
Well.
I looked down at my food.
"Andy, are you guys not fucking or something?"
"Ashley!"
"You're not! Jesus, man, what's wrong with you?" he looked offended. "That girl is probably so horny she's going to explode! Why aren't you sleeping together?"
How had this turned into this type of visit?
"It doesn't matter, Ash, drop it," I glanced at the bedroom door; she usually conked out a few seconds after lying down, and I didn't need him waking her up and dealing with Cranky Leah for a few more hours.
"Andy, I'm serious. Sex is a very important part of any relationship. No wonder there's so much tension between the two of you," he sighed. "How long has it been?"
"I dunno," I frowned. "Since she told me she was pregnant, I guess. I just figured she didn't want too."
"Have you asked?"
"Of course not. She'd ----."
"Andy, Leah never asks for anything. No wonder she's so stressed."
I frowned darkly at him. It wasn't my fault she didn't feel good, if that's where he was heading.
"Look, man," Dr. Ashley leaned forward steepling his fingers as he propped his elbows on his knees. "I have read that a woman is so horny during pregnancy, she can orgasm several times due to everything being so sensitive. Do you know how awesome that is? And you need to see if it's true!"
He was starting to actually make me uncomfortable at this point.
"Ash ---."
"Tonight, man, you better go in there and butter her bread, do you hear me? And then I need a full report back!"
"I am not telling you jack shit, man."
"Well," Ash gave me a grin, "you better do something soon, because there's a lot of guys who find pregnant women ungodly attractive. And she might be on bedrest, but she can't stay in this apartment forever without going stircrazy."
I frowned at him.
Well.... fuck.
Leah was gorgeous normally, and I had a hard enough time making sure the guys knew to back the fuck off when she wasn't pregnant.
And I didn't want her feeling like....
Goddammit now I was the jackass again.
I'd just figured she didn't want too, she'd never made any moves or had said anything, and I didn't want to hurt her or make her feel bad...
Which is exactly what I'd done while trying not too.
What if she thought she wasn't attractive now? I had a hard time not trying to make a move, but I was supposed too?
I was so confused.
"Just give it a try tonight," Ash told me around a mouthful of pizza. "You'll be surprised. Plus she's already knocked up so you don't have to use a condom."
"Jesus, Ashley, do you ever shut up?"
"Nope. Not when I'm giving love advice."
Love advice my ass.

Notes

Okay guys, I am aware I have the weirdest titles for my chapters ever. And sorry for the weekend hiatus, I got really busy at home and didn't have time to write, let alone update.
But here you go!
I hope you're enjoying everything so far, and the story isn't lagging to bed for you ;/