A/N: Inspiration struck last night when I tried to go to bed too early and then couldn't fall asleep. Then, this little baby story was born. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi. Duh. Just details of this story.
Eli Goldsworthy sighed heavily and rolled onto his back, staring up at the dark ceiling. Glancing over at the digital clock to his left, he read the numbers and groaned—2:34. He ran his fingers through his chocolate brown hair and sighed again. It was already 2:30 and he hadn't gotten any sleep. He and Clare went to bed early that night and made love. She was asleep right after, as usual, but Eli had trouble falling asleep for some reason. He glanced to his right and saw the outline of Clare's body illuminated by the light of the clock.
Smiling, he carefully rolled over to face her. She slept on her stomach, her face away from him and facing the wall. Her bare arm rested above the blanket and he reached down to gently stroke it with his finger tips. She stirred and Eli pulled his hands away, not wanting to disturb her. He watched her sleep for a few more moments before pulling the dark covers off of his body and swinging his legs over the edge.
He stood up and searched for the boxers he wore earlier that day. He furrowed his brow when he couldn't find them and opted for the grey pajama pants that rested over his computer chair instead. It was a short distance to the hallway, but he tip-toed it so that he wouldn't wake up Clare. He went into the living room and didn't bother to turn on any lights. He grabbed the remote and turned the TV on, mindlessly flipping through the channels. He finally settled on a movie that he had seen before and he watched it for a few minutes before the TV lights flashing onto something on the table caught his eye.
Leaning forward, Eli picked up the thing that was catching his eye. It was a picture of Clare and himself on the day she graduated from high school. She smiled brightly, her eyes twinkling as she proudly wore her cap and gown. Eli held her from behind, his face hidden in the picture because it was buried in the nape of her neck. She looked absolutely happy. He smiled wide and looked at the table again, noticing a scrapbook.
Eli furrowed his brow and semi-remembered Clare saying something about scrapbooking with Alli. Whenever she started talking like that, against his will, Eli began to drift off a bit. He was grateful, however, that she used it as a creative outlet. Curious, he picked up and opened it.
At first, there were pictures of Darcy, Clare's sister, and Clare. Eli noticed how obviously absent her parents were from these pictures and he made a mental note to ask her if she had spoken to her mother lately. Next came pictures of Clare with the robotics team that she joined when she was in ninth grade. He held back a small snort as he looked at her school girl outfit, glasses, and long hair, shaking his head. Clare was beautiful to him, no matter what, but he was grateful that her appearance changed as her interests changed. She had included a picture where she and K.C. were the focus and Eli resisted the urge to pull the picture from the scrapbook.
He turned the page again and smiled as he saw pictures of Clare with himself now. His eyes raked over the images and he tried not to think too closely about the time he spent in high school, even though it was the place where he met Clare. There were also old pictures of Adam, which reminded Eli that he needed to call his best friend in the morning. The younger man had been in New York the week before recuperating in the Coyne penthouse from another gender surgery.
Eli took a guess at what was coming next and he was correct. When he turned to the next set of pages, he saw pictures of them on the third happiest day of his life. He pulled his knees up and rested his bare feet on the coffee table so that the book was closer to his face. On the day that they got married, Clare was radiant. Her dress was simple—it was Clare herself that made it so beautiful. He smiled to himself as he thought back to that day. They did everything the way Clare wanted, because all Eli wanted was for her to be happy. And even though Clare took her abstinence ring off long before they got married (it was replaced by the engagement ring he got her), they waited until that night, after the ceremony and party, after getting their gifts loaded and dropped off at Eli's parents' house, and after they made it safely to the hotel room that Alli and Jenna decorated for them, to make love for the first time.
"Eli, you really don't have to do this," Clare giggled as she tightened her grip around his neck.
Eli shook his head and adjusted her weight in his arms as he tried to open the door to their hotel room at the same time.
"I can do this. I will do this."
Clare kissed his cheek and Eli stopped trying to open the door for a second. He turned his face so that their lips met and nestled Clare between his body and the door. She ran her fingers through his hair and tugged gently, causing him to open his mouth in a gasp. She slipped her tongue into his mouth, surprising him. Their tongues fought for a few moments before Eli pulled back with a groan.
"I have to get this door open. Now." He shifted her body weight again and finally managed to get the door open. "Yes!"
They stepped in and Clare gasped as she looked around the room.
While Eli and Clare were dropping things off at Eli's parents' house, Jenna and Alli came to their hotel suite and decorated it. The girls filled the room with votive candles and rose petals, something that was a little cheesy in Eli's mind, but the look on Clare's face kept him from making any comments about it. When the door shut behind them, he carefully helped her to the ground, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a kiss. Clare placed her hands on his chest and moved them up and down slowly.
Eli moaned into her mouth and he slowly ran his hands down her body, resting them at her hips. He pulled their bodies closer together. When most of Eli's clothes were on the floor, he pulled from their embrace and groaned in protest.
"Something seems uneven here," he breathed, reaching around Clare's body to remove the dress she put on after taking off her wedding dress. She pulled back and he furrowed his brow. When he opened his mouth to protest, she placed her hand lightly over his mouth.
"I'm going to the bathroom," she whispered, looking into his eyes. "I'll be out in a minute."
Eli kept his eyes glued on her retreating figure until she shut the bathroom door. He took in a few deep breaths to calm himself and finished removing his clothes until he wore just his black boxer-briefs. Swallowing hard, he sat down on the edge of the king-size bed. He heard the bathroom door open and he looked over at it.
Clare stood in the door way in matching black lace bra and panties. She smiled softly, but even in the distance Eli could see her nervousness.
"Clare," he started, standing again. "You're so beautiful." Even in the dim light, he could see that her face was full with scarlet blush. He walked to her and put his hands on her hips again, his favorite place to rest them.
She looked up into his eyes and her smiled faded a notch. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out.
"I know," Eli said, trying to sound soothing. "I'm kind of nervous, too." He leaned down and kissed her sweetly, reaching up and burying one hand in her curly hair. He could feel her start to relax a little into the kiss.
He led them to the bed and let Clare lay down first. He got on top of her, careful not to let too much of his weight rest on her. He covered her face in kisses, then moved his mouth lower, kissing her neck. Feeling so much naked skin touching quickly turned his kisses from sweet to heated.
As he kissed further down her body, he could hear her breathing get faster and faster. Her hands made their way into his hair, her fingers wrapping around it. Eli looked up at her and his eyes studied her face, noting a sense of panic, now.
"Babe," he started. He closed his eyes and couldn't believe he was going to say what he was about to say. "If you aren't ready," he opened his eyes and looked into her deep blue ones, "then I'll stop right now."
"Really?" she asked. Her eyebrows rose innocently.
Eli held back a groan of sexual frustration and nodded. "Of course."
"Okay," he whispered. He started to roll off, but she stopped him. She smiled wide now and he furrowed his brow.
"I don't want you to stop, Eli. I'm ready. Just nervous."
Eli felt a goofy, relieved smile on his face and he hid it in the nape of her neck. Clare giggled.
"I'm sorry," he pulled back to look at her. "I would stop if you wanted me to, but I'm glad that you don't want me to. Really glad."
Clare leaned up and put her lips to his, silencing him. He continued to explore her body with his hands. She helped him undo her bra and he showered her breasts with kisses. He took one nipple into his mouth and sucked on it greedily, nipping it gently with his teeth. She whimpered and he moved his mouth to the other breast, giving that nipple the same treatment before his head moved further down her body.
They were no strangers to foreplay and had both gotten off once before Eli hovered over Clare's body again, this time ready to enter her. He could feel the tension in her body again and he kissed her face sweetly.
She nodded and he guided himself to her entrance and moved forward slowly. Three months earlier, Clare starting taking a birth control pill, so there was no need for condoms and he was grateful for that. Clare wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in it. Eli's eyes rolled into his head with pleasure and he struggled to keep the pace slow. He moved again and Clare cried out against his neck. He stopped, but she tightened her grip on him.
"Don't stop. Just go. Slowly."
Eli nodded and kissed her shoulder as he moved again, going as slowly as he felt was physically possible. He felt a little resistance and knew what was coming. "I love you," he whispered into her ear as he pushed past her hymen, closing his eyes tightly. Her body tightened and she sobbed into his neck. When he was all of the way in, he pulled out a bit, then went in again, keeping the pace as slow as he could. It was a few moments before Clare started to relax. Her pained whimpers were replaced with moans as she lay back onto the bed, keeping her hands on his neck.
"Faster," she moaned and, at the time, it was the best thing Eli could ever have wanted her to say. He picked up his pace a little bit and rest his forehead against her shoulder. The friction was bringing him closer to his climax and he was glad to feel that she was gripping the sheets on either side of them, her hips lifting to meet his.
He turned his head and started to suck hard on her neck at the place where it met her shoulders, knowing that it would drive her crazy. He reached down between their bodies with one hand and found her clit with his thumb. He circled it feverishly, feeling her walls closing on him. He came and was grateful when she came, too, just a few moments after he did.
Eli pulled out and moved to rest beside Clare, pulling her close. "How do you feel?" he asked, his voice low.
She smiled sleepily and nodded. "Amazing." She looked up at him and cupped his cheek. "I love you."
Eli leaned in and kissed her sweetly. "I love you, too, wifey." He smiled wide at the word, loving how it felt leaving his lips.
He smiled to himself as he remembered that night and they honeymoon that followed. They went to the Bahamas and stayed in a little condo that Clare's mother helped them find. Clare included pictures in the scrapbook of this time, too. The camera wasn't out much, but she did manage to get great pictures of the beach and the place where they stayed.
Eli was disappointed to find that the scrapbook ended with there. There was so much more to include that she hadn't, yet. Closing it and setting it back onto the table, he sighed and leaned back into the plush couch. Something else caught his eye, this time to his right. He turned his head and saw a pair of blue eyes peering at him from just above the arm of the couch.
"Oh, crap," he groaned. He stood up and smiled at the owner of the brilliant blue eyes. "Please tell me you're not already getting out of your crib, Hannah." The toddler smiled wide up at him and he shook his head, reaching out for her.
"All right. Come here," he said with a smile. He picked his daughter up and kissed her cheek before turning around and shutting off the TV. He walked down the hallway towards her bedroom. When he opened her door wider, he saw that the side of her crib had been left down.
"Aha. My bad." The little girl giggled cutely, then yawned, causing her father to yawn as well. He placed her into the crib, remembering to raise the side this time. "I won't be doing that again, just so you know."
Eli reached over and immediately wound up the music box on top of her dresser. As the music started to play, Hannah put the tips of her fingers into her mouth, sucking on them as her eyes started to drift shut. He was grateful that that was all it took for the toddler to start going back to sleep. He left her room quietly, leaving the door open a crack. On his way to his own bedroom, he opened up a different door and peeked in on his other daughter. Sarah lay on her stomach as she slept, her body half hanging off of the bed. He would have moved her, but Clare was so much better at that than he was and he didn't want to wake her up.
He shut the door behind himself and finally walked back into his bedroom. As he made his way to the bed, Clare rolled over and looked at him, still half-asleep.
"Heeeeeeey," she slurred. He let out a breathy laugh and got into the bed next to her, pulling her close.
"Hey, baby. Go back to sleep," he whispered as he planted a few kisses on her forehead.
"Are the girls okay?" she asked, sounding more awake now.
He nodded. "They're fine." He decided it would be best to leave out the part about Hannah getting out of her crib for now. He ran his hands down her naked torso to rest at her hips. He furrowed his brow a bit. "Did you put my boxers on?"
Clare smiled and looked up at him. "Yeah, I think so."
"Yeah, I think so, too," he laughed softly. He kissed her cheek and she turned her head to catch his lips with hers. They kissed for a moment and Eli raised his eyebrows when he felt Clare deepen the kiss, her tongue asking for entrance into his mouth. He met her tongue with his and stroked it gently. Her hands came up to rest in the hair at the nape of his neck. Eli pulled away and trailed kisses down her neck.
"Do you want another baby?" she asked, causing him still his lips against her throat. He pulled away enough to look up at her.
Clare shook her head and her eyes were closed. "No," she murmured sleepily. "Just…someday."
Eli smiled and nodded, kissing her lips once more. "Sure. Let's talk about it tomorrow."
He settled onto his back and Clare rested her head onto his chest. Eli closed his eyes and finally fell asleep.
I'm thinking about making this a series of one-shots, if I have enough people interested in it. So let me know what you think!