#alpheas

YES+ | | PREGNANT + pregnant+

All signs that yes, she was indeed pregnant again.

FUCK.

She'd taken two after getting off work the night before. Then three more early this morning...

All positive.

She was screwed. Well. Been there done that and apparently there was a lovely little additional prize. It wasn't that she didn't want to have kids. She did eventually. She already had one baby girl and that was handful enough at the moment and that was with Laura AND Derek's help. Derek. Shit.

Derek and Nina had been...close since she'd found out she was pregnant with Regan. Peter had run off and left her with only her friends family? pack for support. The two had grown close over the last year and may or may not have helped each other scratch some itches at times. Being pregnant again had not been one of them. And they'd only JUST decided to stop that altogether. How was she going to tell him?

Glancing at the clock she muttered another few curses before quickly throwing on a change of clothes ( she'd gone to the pharmacy in her joggers ) . Next she woke up Regan and began to get her ready. They were supposed to be at Laura and Derek's in less than an hour for breakfast this morning. Thankfully it was a good morning and it didn't take too long to pack up Regan and her bag.

“You sound drunk. Why are you being drunk and sentimental?”

Eli shivered, a great wash of sadness coming over him. He wasn’t sure what he wanted, how to handle it, how to feel. After a slow, sad moment, he sniffled, and fell to his side, right against his father until his head pooled there on Derek’s shoulder.

“I know.” He mumbled.

“No. Not all wounds heal. A good half of them don’t and you know that.”

Eli woke up to a soft feeling. He’d fallen asleep at the hospital, the same place he’d been for days now. His chair was pulled up next to his dad’s bed, leaned forward with his arms on the bedside, head pooled in the crook of his limbs. He hadn’t thought today would be the day. He finally pulled his head out of his arms, and for the first time in far too long, saw his dad looking back. Eli’s eyes immediately welled up with tears, his chin trembling. “... dad? Are you really awake?”

Eli watched as his father bared his chest, face turned upwards with a bold and brave look on his face as he howled to the moon. The crows scattered, crossing the night sky to get away from the rocketing noise, and the trees around them shook. The noise was echoing, fierce, and Eli swallowed awkwardly. His dad looked, and sounded, so cool doing that, and all Eli could manage was -

“Ah-” Eli started, and coughed awkwardly. “Ahwo-”

It sounded like he was just saying it. He winced at himself, glad it was too dark to know if he was blushing shamefully or not. “Dad, I feel stupid, I can’t.” 

Eli tilted his head forward with the pull from his dad, and tried not to smile at the warm gesture from his dad. He was too old for it, he knew, it was embarrassing, he knew.

He just knew he was lucky too, to have his dad around.

“Dad, stop, you’re so embarrassing,” Eli said. “You’d better not be going.”