Running away from home. Just like kids.

[neverwrongagent]

Briefings with Saul were getting more and more tense. Carrie could feel the strain on all of them as a real, palpable thing. Beside her, no one had ever had much faith in Brody, which was largely her fault. How could she explain her change of heart without explaining it was exactly that. What was harder was not telling him about how bad it was. Every time she was vague it was a physical pain.

The final straw was a heated conversation about what they would do if he were found out, revealed to be on a mission. They had escape plans, but it was clear very few people in that room gave a damn if they worked. Or if they even existed. She'd been through hell for the man they were dismissing like so much dross and all because... She wasn't that sure why because at this point. It was about Saul, really, and she knew that. That's why when he made a passing comment that made it sound damn like he'd made his decision and Brody didn't figure into it at all, she felt her stomach lurch so badly she almost had to leave the room.

She didn't go to him that night, that would be stupid. She waited a day, all of which was spent wondering when she would throw up. She got there late, just before dark, and sat back to watch the men finish up before meal break. He looked good. Better than when she saw him last, even.

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[posterboymarine]

He laughed and shook his head. "I didn't mean farting. I meant heartburn and pregnancy." He took the other container, then gave her some naan and a container of rice.

"So, like the hat, I see. Just for you, I'll wear it."

[neverwrongagent]

She waved off the idea of heartburn. She had a cast iron stomach. Normally. And she'd only gotten sick once since they left, so that should pass soon. The rice got set aside, but she took the bread happily, chewing on a big bite of it.

"You'd better." She grinned. "Frequently. In private."

[posterboymarine]

He laughed at both the way she attacked the food and the comment about the hat. "Going to ride me like a cowgirl, Mrs. Reynolds?"

[neverwrongagent]

She made herself swallow before answer with a rousing, "Yehaaaw." She rather liked the idea and it showed in the way she couldn't stop grinning while she kept eating. "Up one side and down the other." Which was a decent description of how they usually were with each other.

[posterboymarine]

After a few bites of food, he slid his hand under her shirt, touching her side briefly before stealing his hat back. "Guess I better wear my hat, then."

[neverwrongagent]

His hand on her skin distracted her just enough that she totally missed the hat as he took it back. "Hey!" She pouted at him. "We need to get me one." Not that she needed one or would look as good as he did, but it was the principle of the matter. She ate quietly for a while, then sighed softly. "We'll have the money for the down payment. Day after tomorrow."

[posterboymarine]

He kissed her shoulder and smiled. "And IDs?" He knew she had it covered, but he had to ask. He couldn't help it.

"And we'll find you a hat. Don't worry."

[neverwrongagent]

She nodded. "Yeah, we'll have to drive a bit, but should be safe." All of that would take up a few days and they would have to take care of it quickly. "I'm going to be very tired of this room by the time we get settled."

[posterboymarine]

He smiled. "Guess it's good we are buying a house, isn't it." He set his food aside and settled to watch her. "Should we get the truck before or after the IDs?"

[neverwrongagent]

She kept eating, speaking between bites. "After. We'll need driver's licenses for the truck." She groaned. Suddenly she missed the resources of the CIA. "It'll be so much easier when we get all this settled. I'm going to sleep for a week."

[posterboymarine]

"You'll have earned it, babe." He combed his fingers over her hair. "We'll get through it, don't worry."

After another moment, he stood and stashed his food on the room's desk. Given that it was Indian, he knew it would keep just fine. Then he returned to her with a smile and knelt in front of her.

[neverwrongagent]

She took one last big bite of hers, closed up the containers and set them on the floor next to him. She reached out and touched his cheek, then brought her hand up onto his head, where his hair was starting to be visible. A pale gold fuzz. "Have to worry or I won't pay attention, but I'm not panicked. Just paying attention." She leaned forward and kissed him gently.

[posterboymarine]

"Promise that you'll tell me if it gets to be too much?" Which was pretty hypocritical, given his recent stunt. But still...

[neverwrongagent]

She laughed softly, with no irony. "I promise, but you have to promise the same thing." She touched his cheek lightly. "Besides the whole running off to escape prosecution thing, I want this to work." It would be nice, now that she was having this kid, if it had both its' parents. Not to mention she was kind of in love with him. "We'll figure it out."

[posterboymarine]

He leaned into her touch and smiled. "We will. We have to." He shifted up so he could kiss her briefly before going back to look at her. "We should get some rest."

[neverwrongagent]

She pulled him back for a longer kiss, purring softly at the kiss and the idea of rest. It had been a long day, more emotional than she expected with revealing the pregnancy. When she sat back, she groaned softly. "I don't care if I sleep, I just want...you." She didn't mean sex, although she knew that would settle her. She meant him, being with him.

[posterboymarine]

He stood to take a few moments to clean up he room, setting her leftovers with his. Then he stripped himself naked and went back to her. He helped her to stand, then started removing her clothes.

She had gotten a nap, he had not. He just wanted to lay down and rest some, with her in his arms.

[neverwrongagent]

Being stripped down was surprisingly comforting. She helped him, not really touching him at all except to support herself. Then she kissed him softly, before crawling to the far side of the bed and making room for him. Once he was in, she curled tightly against his side with her head on his shoulder. "Big bed. Pillow top. Ridiculously expensive sheets." She groaned softly. "And you."

[posterboymarine]

He got his arm around her and pulled the covers up over them. He pressed his lips to her hair and sighed softly. "Well, the me part I am pretty certain about. We'll have to ask about the best place to buy furniture."

[neverwrongagent]

She nodded, snuggling even closer. "And there have to be antique stores around. The house has such clean lines, we can put anything in it." She groaned. "I'm going to go into overload any minute, I know it. Hold on tight." It would undoubtedly be a bumpy ride.

[posterboymarine]

He rubbed her back, nuzzling in her hair. "We'll get through it, babe. I promise." Her freaking out might give him something to focus on, to stay steady, for her.

[neverwrongagent]

So long as they traded off, they'd be fine. She took a deep breath and reminded herself of that over and over until she felt herself really let go and relax. Her hand even went flat on his belly. "ID's, a bed and dishes, then jobs. Then everything else." He was probably going to say doctor, but she'd be happy to put that off a little longer.

[posterboymarine]

He covered her hand and smiled. "And doctor." His lips pressed to her hair again and he whispered her name. "I love you. Rest."

[neverwrongagent]

She groaned loudly, but resigned, and cuddled close. She tossed her leg over him and pulled at him. "Rest. Feh." Even so, she closed her eyes as she squeezed his hand tightly. It wasn't going to take much for her to sleep, really, particularly when she was so safe against him.

[posterboymarine]

He did what he did best in situations like this, he held her and watched her. Once she was really asleep, he let himself relax. The knowledge that they were not having to pack up and travel again in the morning made it more likely that he would actually sleep.

The knowledge that they had found a place that they could start a life, that she was carrying his child, all of it was bordering on being overwhelm, and yet was sthe most reasonable thing in the world to him.