Okay, she gets that she thinks this all the time, but Ben really does have a nice butt. She wakes up to it and says goodnight to it everyday, which her husband now thinks is incredibly adorable, but come on. Why is that thing even legal? And he should totally know better than to bend down wearing boxers of all things because, seriously, she must jump his bones immediately. He’s amazing with his crazy hair and oversized t-shirt, and he knows exactly what he’s doing to her.
… Or not…
Because, the second she tries to pounce his skinny body, he jumps and hits his head on their closet storage set. He mumbles and rubs his temple, quickly turning around to greet her hello with a small frown on his face. She kisses his lips and the afflicted area before running her fingers through his hair. Because she’s three months pregnant with their triple cherries, and he’s here in his underwear at 2:30 on a Sunday afternoon, and has he even shaved yet?
Yeah, she’s got to stop looking at him. He’s far too distracting.
“Remember Walkmans?” Ben questions, holding out the ancient aforementioned piece. “Hey, my Achtung Baby cassette is still in here!”
She giggles. “You’re showing your age, Wyatt.”
Ben shrugs, standing up excitedly and fumbling around with the Walkman to see if it still works. “Henry gave this to me when I was twelve.” He continues fiddling with it, a huge smile on his face as his nimble fingers rub over the device like it’s made of gold. He’s so cute. So gorgeous. Such a sweet man with a nice butt and a slight, compact body like an Italian sports car.
And, so, naturally, she gets to her feet and kisses him. Hard.
“I love you,” she tells him in between smooches. “I love you so much.”
She moves to take off his t-shirt, but he pulls away instead. “What is happening right now?”
“Sex, Benjamin. Sex is happening right now.”
He chuckles, carding his fingers through her hair and placing the Walkman on their dresser. “You’re beautiful,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss her bump three times.
106. “He’s been like that all day.”
“Okay, Knope,” Donna says, entering Leslie’s office unexpectedly. “You’ve got to do something with that man of yours.”
Her eyes immediately widen, heart fluttering in her chest as she drops her pen and stand ups. “What do you mean?”
She follows Donna into the hallway and toward Ben’s City Manager’s office, hoping and praying that he’s alright. She doesn’t know what she’d do if anything happened to him. They have three month old babies waiting on them to come home, and she needs him. She’s always needed him, ever since the moment they first met. Ben gives her crap for that all the time because she, apparently, hated him for the first few months, but whatever.
Her main point is that she can’t live without Ben. Can’t even fathom not having him in her life.
“Relax, woman,” her friend tells her as they arrive at their destination. “He’s been like that all day.”
She points inside, and Leslie breathes out a sigh of relief because, thankfully, he’s still breathing. But he’s… asleep? Really?
Leslie’s about ready to inquire more, but Donna’s already gone.
She heads in, shutting the door quietly and instantly rounding the corner of his desk. She rubs her hands over his shoulder blades, massaging the area gently. Ben flinches and lets out a low, quiet whine, and she reaches over to feel his forehead just in case. Whew. Okay. She doesn’t know how she’d handle an under the weather husband and their tiny triplets all at once, especially since her mom is going out of town for the weekend as soon as they get home.
“You okay, honey?” she questions softly.
Ben’s head is still pillow in his arms, and Leslie keeps kneading the flesh around his shoulders.
He yawns and relaxes against her touch.
And she knows exactly why he’s so exhausted. Stephen. Their little monster baby has been a holy terror for the last several nights, but Ben’s so caring and doting that he handles it every time the baby cries for attention. He won’t even let her attempt to get out of bed, proclaiming she needs her rest and to go back to sleep. But, of course, he doesn’t return, doesn’t lie down on the mattress and encircle her in his strong, warm arms. Instead, he stays downstairs on the couch to not disturb Leslie or the other two thirds of their triplet party.
“Wanna go home?”
Ben shakes his head. “No. ‘m ‘kay.”
“Well, how about we move this nap to your couch?”
She doesn’t wait for a response; she just coaxes him into a titled standing position and maneuvers him on to the small sofa in the corner of his office. He’s definitely not supposed to nap on the job, but he practically runs this entire building, so it’s fine. She brushes his fallen bangs back and leans down to press slight kisses in his hairline.
Leslie’s turning around to go inform his receptionist that she’ll be back to wake him in an hour when her husband grabs her hand.
“Don’t go,” he whispers.
“I have to, baby.”
He pouts. “No. Stay.”
At that, she smiles. “Okay. But just for a few minutes.”
Leslie settles down in front of Ben, and he slings an arm over her waist before kissing the back of her neck.
“Love you, Les,” he mumbles sleepily.
She rubs the back of his hand. “I love you too, Ben.”
It turns out that there’s actually a scientific reason behind why people don’t sleep soundly in an unfamiliar place.
According to a study conducted by Brown University, the first night that you sleep in a new environment the left hemisphere of the brain stays alert while the right hemisphere rests. The biological trait is thought to have allowed early humans to respond to nighttime threats. “When we’re sleeping in a new environment and we don’t know how many predators are around, it would make sense to keep half the brain more alert and more responsive to bumps in the night,” said Niels Rattenborg, who led the study.
The evolutionary advantage this brain traits provides is probably less useful to modern humans — making us experience less restful sleep when we spend the night at a hotel or friend’s house, for example — but in the animal kingdom, this trait still helps marine mammals such as dolphins, whales, and seals respond to threats during their slumber.
I don’t think I’ve ever talked about how much I love Jongdae’s left eyebrow? Have you noticed that when he smiles/laugh or he’s nervous it raises by itself?
It’s like that brow has life of its own, and I love it so much :)