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The Trade	By : sandyl666 Category: +1 through F > Coraline Views: 11933 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: Coraline book-verse is owned by Neil Gaiman and part of movie-verse is owned by Henry Selick, I own nothing. I make nothing whatsoever by writing and posting this on.

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Disclaimer: I don't own any of Coraline's plot or characters, nor any fan memorabilia. I don't own the Teddy Bears' Picnic song, or its lyrics either. That's okay. I have my smurf.
A/N: I felt like using the song, Teddy Bears' Picnic. So I did.
Chapter 22: Reasons

"...the day the teddy bears' have their picnic," Coraline sang to her child as the girl's eyes fluttered shut slowly. Her tiny fingers were curled around her mother's pointer finger as Coraline leaned against the side of the crib. When the child's breathing evened out, Coraline gently uncurled her fingers and placed the hand beneath her warm baby blanket. With a final kiss goodnight, she left the child's room, switching off the light, and leaving the night light on.
Nightly ritual finished, she sleepily walked back to her room, steadfastly ignoring the slight soreness between her legs at having given birth. When she opened the door, he was waiting for her, lying casually on the bed.
"Hey. I need a new shirt," she informed him. He was in charge of her clothing, as he never seemed to wash them. Only conjure them up. She'd told him she could do the laundry, but he refused.
"What happened?" he asked, blatantly staring as she removed her shirt.
"Milk. Apparently there's no tap on my breasts to turn it off," she elaborated. "I keep flooding my shirts," It'd not been more than a week than she'd given birth and she'd gone through nearly sixteen shirts. She heard the bed creak slightly as he left it, and approached her. She lifted her arms and he silently slid the shirt onto her, his fingers brushing against her breasts.
He sighed suddenly, and she turned her head, blinking. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," he said, and dragged her over towards the bed.
"Tell me," she insisted, instantly curious.
"It's nothing," he replied.
"Bel," she frowned at him. "If you don't tell me, you know I won't be able to sleep," He ignored her, turning away from her. "Bel!" Still, he didn't respond. She rolled her eyes, then lay down beside him, grumbling. The lights went off without either of them reaching for any switch. She pouted, annoyed. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore, and decided to play dirty. She moved herself to face his back, then breathed on his bare neck. She knew he felt it, because he moved slightly. Encouraged by the response, she slipped her arms around his waist and moved her lips closer, eventually touching his. She didn't kiss him, but simply ran her soft lips against his, enjoying the touch. He tensed, but made no other movement.
She ignored his lack of response, and continued to rub her lips against him. Then, finally he kissed the skin of his neck, before moving downwards, kissing lightly. She reached his shoulder blade when she paused, and exhaled deeply against it.
"Sweetheart, you're making a big deal out of nothing,"
"Says you,"
"Yes, that's what I said."
"Bel, turn around," she ordered. For a moment, he didn't respond. She withdrew her arms from around him and he sighed resignedly, then moved onto his other side so he could face her. "Tell me,"
"You won't like it,"
"Why not?"
"..."
"Tell me!"
"Your chest has grown. A lot,"
She stared at him for a moment, totally speechless. Finally, she managed a "What, that's all?"
"Do I need to elaborate on that point?"
"...No,"
"Good," he made a move to turn away from her once again when she stopped him.
"I need to ask you something," she told him.
"What is it?" he asked, slightly apprehensive of what she had to say.
"Why aren't Dre's eyes buttons?"
"Deirdre's eyes are normal because she inherited them from you, love,"
"But Dre has your eye colour," she argued.
"She inherited that from me," he said, with a 'Duh' expression.
"...Okay," Coraline said. She'd had enough experience in the Other World to simply accept some things, and let go of others.
He nodded, snaking a hand over her waist as he nearly nodded off.
"I have another question,"
He frowned, and sighed gustily. Taking care of the baby had been exhausting, and he'd used up much magic in light of their new addition. Now all he wanted was to sleep.
"How quickly will Dre grow?" she asked.
He paused, seriously thinking about that question. "I can't say for sure," he began. "But through observation... I would say quickly. Probably three times that of you humans. But it's hard to say, our progeny tend to be... unpredictable. More so because she's half-human,"
"Mm-hmm..." Coraline nodded absent-mindedly, her hair getting messed up against the pillow. Bel settled into his, closing his eyes. He nearly tore the pillow in two when she talked again. "So... Maybe two months?"
"What?" he asked in part confusion, part annoyance.
"Two months until I have to leave," she explained. He was silent after that, but very much wide awake.
"You won't," he said confidently.
"I have to,"
"Why?"
"Many reasons,"
"But you can't name one?"
Coraline fell silent. "Not really," She sighed, and stared at her pillow. Bel maneuvered her into his arms, so he had one arm tightly curled around her back.
"I won't let you leave,"
"..." Coraline gave him one last worried look as exhaustion overtook her, and she fell deep asleep. It took an hour for Bel to join her, but his slumber was a troubled one, even more than that of the girl beside him.
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