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Cradle Of Love	By : Amarin Category: DC Verse Comics > Teen Titans Views: 2376 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Enjoying The Consequences

Kon had planned for a very boring, tedious afternoon; tax season was nearing, and he needed to sort through the files for everything he needed to send down to Accounting. And Tim was stuck in her office on the phone with the accountants, going over every file Kon gave her. They’d barely had a moment alone together all week.
At work, at least. At home…well, their ardor for each other certainly hadn’t dimmed after exchanging those three little words. If anything, it had increased, inhibitions unfettered. They’d by necessity curtailed their lunchtime quickies, however.
In fact, at that current moment in time, half past noon on a Tuesday, Kon was on his knees, head stuck in the filing cabinet, wondering if they had enough milk in the refrigerator to make mac and cheese for dinner and have some left over for cereal the next morning when he heard someone clear their throat only a few feet away from him. It came as such a surprise that he banged his head on the open drawer above him. Stifling curses and rising to his feet, Kon turned around and came to face to face with an older man in dress slacks and a pale blue polo shirt, hair graying slightly at the temples.
“Um…can I help you?” Kon asked, shoving a hand through his hair and wincing as the hand came away dusty and with a pink Post-It note attached. He tried to throw the sticky note away, but it wouldn’t let go of his hands.
The man hid a smile at Kon’s predicament. “I’m here to see Tim,” he replied.
Finally Kon managed to get rid of the thing, and he dropped with a sigh into his chair. “Do you have an appointment?” Kon asked, even as he scanned the roster for that day; he didn’t see anyone penciled in, but maybe this guy was that investor arrived early.
He shook his head. “No, I thought I’d just go on in.”
Kon blinked. One of the very first things he’d learned while working for his mother as a gofer was that you couldn’t let just anyone into the boss’s office. “I’m afraid I can’t let you do that, sir.” You had to be unfailingly polite, however. Just in case the guy in overalls and a John Deere Tractor hat turned out to have more money than most deities and wanted to invest it with your firm.
Not-investor-but-still-possibly-important guy smirked. “Oh, I think you can, young man,” he replied drolly.
“Really?” Kon hid a grin at the man’s seeming audacity. “Why is that?”
The man’s smirk widened. “Because Timmie is my daughter,” he said with an elegant arch of one eyebrow.
Kon froze, and then eyed the man from top to bottom. The man…Jack Drake. “Oh,” he squeaked. He looked again, finally placing the face. “Sorry I didn’t recognize you, but most of the pictures in Tim’s office are of Robin,” he said, his shock causing him to speak more familiarly of his boss to her father than he would have otherwise. She really only had one with her parents, and it was a group shot.
Jack Drake looked amused. “Most of the pictures in my wallet are of Tim.” He gave a one-shoulder shrug. “It’s a parent thing.”
“I’ll take your word for it,” Kon said, still slightly shell-shocked at having finally met his…girlfriend’s…father. He could believe it very easily, though. He remembered his mother’s wallet having several pictures of him, but he thought Clark’s had been divided mostly between his parents and Lois, with one baby picture of himself in Lena’s arms, and a high school yearbook photo.
And he had quite a few pictures of Tim and Robin in his wallet, too. “Um, I’ll just…” Kon waved toward the intercom, feeling more awkward than he had since puberty. He pressed the button and cleared his throat. “Uh, Miss Drake? Your father is here to see you.”
There was a clattering noise, and after a few moments, Tim replied, “Send him in.”
On the surface she sounded her usual controlled self, but underneath Kon could hear how startled she really was. “Uh…” Kon waved towards Tim’s office door. “I’m…sure you know where it is.” It had used to be his office, hadn’t it?
After giving him a look, Jack said, “Yes, yes, I do,” and ambled away.
Kon didn’t breathe until Jack Drake was out of sight. The ‘meet the parents’ thing was nerve-wracking even when they didn’t know.
Maybe especially so.

***
One Week Later
***

It was even more nerve-wracking to just stand by and watch while someone you loved was in pain. Kon didn’t need ESP to know that Timmie wasn’t feeling well. She’d barely made it out of the bathroom the first time before she’d had to turn around and run right back in, reaching the toilet just in time to start retching on her then-empty stomach.
The door was slightly ajar, and he could see her, kneeling on the forest green bathmat as she leaned forward, clutching the toilet bowl. She was seemingly unable to stop the dry heaves, despite the fact that there was nothing left to come up, not even bile. Wincing, Kon filled one of the sink-side Dixie cups with water and grabbed a washcloth from the linen closet before kneeling beside her. Kon then pressed his free hand gently against the small of her back, having figured from past experience that Tim didn’t like people being around her when she was sick. Keeping his touch comforting and light, Kon let his other hand brush back the hair that was sticking to her sweaty brow.
Tim took a shuddering breath, and valiantly fought the need to heave some more. Her skin had gone from hot and flushed to cold and clammy, the sweat beading on her brow and neck almost icy. Kon’s gentle touch helped calm her, though, and after a few moments had passed she was strong enough to pull back and sit on her heels, letting out a shaky sigh.
Kon didn’t lose a moment and offered her the glass of water, waiting patiently as Tim rinsed and spat into the toilet. He then dampened the washcloth in the remaining water and wiped her clammy face, calming her, before he pulled her to him, wrapping her in a warm embrace as she slowly sank towards him.
When Tim was ready she pushed away from Kon slightly, looking into his eyes with a mixture of gratitude and weariness. “Thanks,” she said.
Kon shrugged with the arm not supporting her, uncomfortable with Tim’s unusual effusiveness. “There’s no need to thank me, Timmie,” he said. “You know that. I’m always here for you.” He placed a quick kiss behind her right ear.
“I know.” Tim flushed slightly as she stroked the just-kissed spot with trembling fingers. She liked him touching her, but she still felt nauseous. “It’s just that…well, I’m not normally sick like this. I can’t remember the last time I felt this bad.” Her eyes widened slightly as a memory came to the forefront of her mind – making itself known with all the force of a ton of bricks.
“You know something,” Kon said, sure of it.
Timmie gave him a half-hearted smile and nodded skittishly. “I think…maybe.” More than maybe…all the signs were there, and she’d lived it before.
“Maybe what?” Kon asked, careful to keep his voice gentle.
“I…I remember feeling like this…being tired, and getting sick in the mornings…when…” Tim paused to take a breath for courage, then rushed on to say, “…when I was pregnant with Robin.”
Time seemed to stop as Kon looked at his lover, his mind needing time to process what she had just suggested. Tim’s wide, uncertain eyes were enough to tell him that he wasn’t the only one with the problem.
“Uh, Tim…did you just say what I think you said?” She was…pregnant? Not to go all Keanu Reeves, but ‘Whoa.’
She nodded hesitantly. It occurred to her that she had to have been near the end of the first trimester if she was experiencing morning sickness, but she and Kon had only started having penetrative sex not even a month earlier. Which meant, once again, she was living an after school special. Or maybe just a Lifetime movie of the week. “Yeah.” She was quick to add, “But it isn’t a certainty, I could just have the flu again, and–”
“And I wouldn’t be unhappy either if you were pregnant,” Kon cut in. From what little Tim had told him, raising Robin on her own had taken quite a toll on her, mentally, physically, and especially emotionally. She’d had just as much support from her parents as his mother had with him, but Tim was obviously doubtful about going through single motherhood again.
There was no way he was going to be anything like his father. “Have you, uh, missed any periods?” Kon asked, fighting down the awkwardness brought about by the topic.
Tim shook her head, blushing. “I don’t…um, I’ve been on birth control, so I didn’t have any. Very often… But I did…this last month, and it was really light. But…” She wrung her hands helplessly. “Even before I started…I was never regular, and even less so when I’ve been working a lot, so I didn’t really think anything of it.” Just like she hadn’t thought anything of it when she’d been pregnant with Robin.
Until her step-mother had dragged her to see the doctor.
At that thought, Tim remembered that at her last OB-GYN appointment, her doctor had advised her to switch birth control methods because the Depo-Provera shot wasn’t recommended for more than two years. She’d been using it for three. So Tim had gotten a prescription for the once-weekly birth control pill. Unfortunately, as she had known would happen, between Robin and her job and now Kon, she’d forgotten to take the pills more often than not. Actually, she couldn’t remember having taken one for weeks.
Tim had, in effect, been having (occasionally) unprotected sex for almost seven months.
Considering how fecund she was, it shouldn’t exactly have been a surprise that she was pregnant. If ever the Christian Coalition needed a poster girl for their ‘The Evils of Premarital Sex’ campaign, she’d fit the bill. “And…oh, God, I haven’t been taking my pills,” she said in horror.
“So…you think you’re pregnant,” Kon summed up. He was pretty sure that pregnancy didn’t start severely affecting the female body until after at least a month. Surely Timmie wouldn’t be experiencing morning sickness unless she was a couple months along, which meant…
Well, it obviously didn’t matter if she’d taken her pills or not; Timmie’s uterus would have been better suited to a rabbit.
Tim nodded miserably. She should have been more responsible; she should at least have made sure Kon used a condom each time, instead of assuring him that she was protected and not bringing it up when that changed. Timmie had wanted…she’d had thoughts about having Kon’s baby, but she should never have let those unconscious desires affect her actions. Especially without consulting Kon, considering he was…he was…
He was holding onto her as if he was afraid she’d pull away. And he was looking at her like…not smiling exactly, but he was…he wasn’t unhappy.
“I…” Kon cleared his throat and pulled her closer to him, her nightshirt rucking up around her thighs and exposing her legs to the chill tile floor. “I, um, want to be here for you, if you are. Or, you know, if you aren’t.” He looked into her scared eyes and his voice deepened in register as she said, “I…I love you, Timmie.”
Tim’s breath had already been rather short from both sickness and mild panic, but Kon’s pronouncement completely shocked her senseless. They’d said the words that once, and a few times since then, but it still made her heart skip a beat to hear him say them. “I…you…me…”
One half of Kon’s mouth quirked up in a grin. “Yeah…you and me.” He laid a hand on her still-flat stomach. “And baby makes three…plus Robin.”
Licking dry lips, Tim grimaced at the aftertaste of bile. Then she smiled tentatively at Kon. “Um…okay?” she offered in a squeakily weak voice.
Kon looked at her uncomprehendingly. “Okay?”
“Okay,” she confirmed. “I, um…I would like it if you were here for me, Kon.” As if there was really any other choice. She loved him, he loved her, they were…living together. So of course they’d raise their baby together.
“Yeah?” Kon smiled widely.
Tim smiled back. “Yeah.”

***
One Month Later
***

Timothea Drake was a nervous wreck. It was only Tuesday, and already she’d handled a minor merger with a small Indie record label for Drake Records, enrolled her daughter in a prestigious preschool, had a last-minute fit-in appointment with her OB-GYN to check on her pregnancy, and now…
Now she had to figure out how to tell her parents about that last. The first time she’d been pregnant, the situation surrounding everything had demanded that they not get too upset with her, and be supportive instead. This time, however, Kon was alive – and he had better stay that way – and they weren’t engaged, and her father and Dana had never even really met Kon, she’d certainly never introduced him to them as her…boyfriend, and…
And she really needed to find a different comfort food than Twinkies, Tim realized as she started down at the now empty box of snack cakes in her hand, the top of her desk littered with wrappers. She’d just shoved the trash in her wastebasket when Kon came in with her mid-morning cup of tea.
Tim couldn’t help but think that she would really like another Twinkie to go with it. She would have been worried about this ‘food phase’ she was going through, but if her second pregnancy was anything like her first, she knew that she needed to eat while she could. During the third month she had morning sickness, but was able to eat by around noon or so. The fourth month heralded ‘afternoon’ sickness which would keep her from keeping much down, and by the fifth month the sickness would be gone, and she could go back to eating on a regular schedule.
In the meantime, perhaps she should invest in a supply of granola bars to store in her desk. They’d definitely be better for her than Twinkies.
If only telling her parents would be as easy as telling Robin. They’d had to dance around just how the ‘baby got in Mama’s tummy’ but other than that, Robin seemed perfectly fine with having a younger sibling around Valentine’s Day.
“Hey, baby,” Kon greeted her, dropping a kiss on her forehead as he placed her tea in front of her. “Hey, baby,” he repeated in a softer voice, stroking a hand across the barely visible swell of her belly.
Tim was only in her fifteenth week, so she shouldn’t even be showing that much. She couldn’t help but be charmed by his behavior, however. “I’ve been eating too many sweets,” she muttered, blushing. “Or maybe the baby’s just been too hungry.”
Kon’s appreciative gaze slipped down her body, taking in the subtle enhancement of her curves. “It doesn’t seem to have hurt you any.”
His voice was like a warm caress on her skin. Breathless, she lifted her gaze to look at him – and promptly lost herself in his eyes. “Kon…”
“Tim…” Kon purred, and leaned down to kiss her. It started slow, Kon wanting the kiss to equal the wonder of having Timmie in his life. He touched his lips gently to her, his tongue tasting her lower lip, swallowing Timmie’s whimper as she pressed up against him.
Tim moaned as licks of electricity raced through her body. Kissing Kon felt better than anything. She deepened the kiss, her tongue invading Kon’s mouth, body pressing against Kon’s.
They spent the next hour in a delightfully lustful haze, sounds of pleasure ricocheting off Tim’s office walls.
And she completely forgot about Twinkies.

***

Tim tried to contact her parents for a solid week, but between her work and downed phone lines overseas, and the problems with trying to reach a couple celebrating their second honeymoon with a vacation cruise, she never managed to get in touch with them. Then Robin started school, and Tim’s hormones – it wasn’t anything else, because she wasn’t an overprotective mother – caused her to cry when she had to leave her daughter, and not even hugs from Kon made her feel better.
Well, much.
Then her ‘afternoon sickness’ kicked in – Tim had been sincerely hoping that she would skip that this time around – and what with everything that was going on, it was no surprise that she…forgot to tell her parents she was pregnant again. Or forgot that she hadn’t told them, since everyone else she was close to already knew.
Kon was confused as to why he hadn’t received an irate phone call from Dana Drake, or had Jack Drake come bust down his door and harangue him for knocking up his daughter, but he resolved to let Tim handle her parents. He’d called his grandparents after Tim’s first ultrasound, faxing them a copy of the picture. They were thrilled with the news about their incipient second great-grandchild (Robin being the first, of course). Kon had also made arrangements to inform his mother the next time he made it to Metropolis.
He was just waiting for Timmie to feel up to traveling. Currently Timmie was unable to keep much of anything down. She seemed to subsist on a diet of soda crackers, apple juice, and pears, supplemented by the occasionally bowl of minestrone soup for lunch. If she hadn’t been taking so many prenatal vitamins, Kon would have been severely worried about her health.
As it was, he was only mildly concerned.
Thankfully, Tim’s inability to eat anything passed quickly – quicker than it had before, she told him – and Tim was soon back up to snuff. Currently, she was in fine form – very fine form, in Kon’s opinion, pregnancy having accentuated the already fabulous body with which she’d been blessed – and working harder than ever in preparation for when the baby arrived.
Timmie had only just finished her plans to hand the business over to several executives during her maternity leave, when her ‘nesting’ instinct kicked in. Kon soon found himself spending his spare time painting the empty bedroom next to theirs a pale shade of sea foam green, and tacking on a border with pastel blocks while Tim made up lists of what they’d need to buy for the coming baby; everything from diapers and wipes to clothes and toys was clearly delineated on her list, along with quantities and when they’d need to purchase them.
She was so busy working on preparing for the baby that she almost forgot Kon’s birthday. Would have, if not for Robin reminding her. She spent a frantic few hours piecing together a collage from Robin’s old baby pictures, only to have Kon tell her that their baby was enough of a present for the next ten years.
She cried when he said that, but Kon didn’t think anything of it. Timmie had been working so hard, in fact, that Kon also put her occasional temper tantrums off to stress and lack of sleep. Apparently, the many pregnancy and baby books he’d been reading hadn’t gotten it through his thick skull that mood swings were pretty much par for the course.

***

Having somehow managed to convince herself that the amount of crying she’d done during her third trimester was due to realizing that Bernard’s loss meant her child would never known her father, and not hormones, Timmie found herself surprised when she broke down in Kon’s arms one night after he told her he forgot to pick up milk on the way home.
It was a stupid little thing, but there were always a lot of stupid little things happening, and the distress built up inside her, coming out of her eyes in tears and her mouth in sobs.
“I’m sorry, I just feel so…” Tim sniffled against Kon’s chest, wincing inwardly as she realized his shirt was soaked with her tears.
Kon just squeezed her tighter to him, not letting her go. “Don’t be sorry, baby; just let it out,” he murmured into her hair. “I’m here for you.”
“You are?” Tim croaked out, not even knowing what she was really asking. It was pretty obvious that Kon was there; he was holding her, after all.
“Yes. And I always will be,” Kon promised her.
Her tears were starting to subside, but Tim didn’t let go of him, not wanting to lose the contact. “Tell me?” Tim asked, wanting to hear more of those tender declarations. Bernard had been wonderful to her, but there’d been a distinct lack of any kind of romance during her first pregnancy, and she found herself soaking up every single loving touch and word that Kon would give her. And there were quite a lot of them.
“You know, Timmie, I think that I…I fell in love with you almost from the moment I first met you,” Kon told her. “There was this…connection.” It was true; he’d never been so viscerally attracted to a woman from first sight. It had been more than base lust, though it had taken him a while to realize why he liked Timmie so much. She just…fit him. “It wasn’t…I mean, it wasn’t love at first sight or anything, but I definitely felt something more for you than friendship.
“Really?” Tim asked, not quite able to believe in even ‘like at first sight.’ Lust, maybe…she’d been extremely attracted to Kon when she’d first met him, and keeping herself from letting it show had meant she was a bit more abrupt with him than she had been with the other candidates for the job.
Of course, the other candidates had all been…lacking.
“Mm-hm.” Kon nodded. “And I feel the same way about Robin. Well, not the exact same way, but I liked her from the moment I met her.”
“You did?”
“Yup. And…” Kon took her hand in his, relieved to see the curious blue eyes staring up into his own were drier then. “From the moment you said you loved me, too, I’ve wanted nothing more than to have children with you, to give Robin a baby brother or sister. At this moment in time, I am the happiest man on Earth.”
As Kon spoke, more unshed tears brightened Timmie’s eyes. She smiled, and gently stroked the side of his face. “You have such a way with words, Kon. I…can’t tell you how much you mean to me. It’s like…being with you is stronger than me alone.”
Kon smiled as he saw the truth behind Timmie’s words.
Timmie brought her lips closer, almost touching Kon’s, but not quite, letting him take the lead.
And Kon took it with alacrity, leaning forward the scant bit needed to softly kiss her. He kissed her again and this time held it a bit longer. His tongue traced the outline of her lips.
Timmie moaned at the sensations that Kon was creating within her. From sorrow to arousal in fifteen minutes; her hormones had a lot to answer for.
But later. Of their own volition, Tim’s hands began an exploration of Kon’s upper body; his muscular arms, his broad shoulders, his well-built chest, never minding the dampness left behind from her recent cryfest. Her hands buried themselves in his thick, dark hair and pulled him closer. Tim groaned; she could feel the heat of his body responding to her soft caresses. Her breath quickened. She whispered against his mouth, “You love me, Kon? And Robin, and…the baby?” She knew it, she just needed to hear him say it sometimes.
Especially as her hormones surged with her pregnancy.
“I do,” Kon swore, with all his heart.
Her eyes sparkled with renewed happiness. “How much?”
Kon answered the only way he could. He showed her.
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