#twvomit

[vomiting] … Brynn: Is supposed to me be throwing up, not you. [Wyatt hummed, slightly flustered by his reaction; it was supposed to be the other way around] Brynn: Are you frightened? [Wyatt huffed a half-hearted scoff through his nose, frightened was an understatement-.. he was petrified] Brynn: Is normal to be scared, I think. Wyatt: Hm… Brynn: You never once think about creating a family? Wyatt: I didn’t plan on having children, no. Brynn: Why not? Wyatt: What do I know about parenthood? I had three terrible examples-.. I’m selfish, depraved, emotionally faulty… Brynn: You are not usually so unkind to yourself. Wyatt: I’m more than fine with who I am, but that doesn’t mean I think it wise to raise another me. Wyatt: I don’t feel things the way I’m meant to, Brynn-.. how the hell am I supposed to bring someone up right if I’m not right? Brynn: I not think you give yourself enough credit. You feel things for me, don’t you? Wyatt: That’s an anomaly. Brynn: I think over time it won’t be such an anon-.. amon-.. I can’t say that word, but maybe it’ll feel more normal to you in time? Is nothing more special than having a baby. Wyatt: There isn’t-.. but I don’t know the first thing about being a father. Brynn: I not know how to be a mother either, at least we are lost together! Wyatt: I prefer having a map… Brynn: Hm, life does not come with a map-.. I recently accept that I am not so great at thinking things through, and you are not so great at feelings, right? So, maybe we are perfectly mismatched for a baby. [Lost in thought, Wyatt fell silent; perhaps Brynn had a point…] Brynn: What did you want when you were tiny? [Wyatt squinted, unsure how to respond] Brynn: I never feel loved, seen or safe when I was small, is what I’ve tried-.. and mostly failed to find since. [Wyatt chewed at his lip absently; he understood what Brynn was getting at, but surely it wasn’t that simple] Brynn: Come on! What did small Wyatt wish for? Wyatt: I suppose I just wanted to be wanted. [Brynn grabbed Wyatt’s wrist and tugged him toward her, gently placing his hand against her stomach] Brynn: You tell me you not want this? [Brynn held Wyatt’s gaze unwaveringly, waiting; though she already knew the answer] [Wyatt never thought he’d have a child, but he didn’t not want one either-.. perhaps that was why it was so terrifying] Wyatt: [furtively] No-.. I do. Brynn: Then you are already better than my father, and yours…

Oscar: Did you seriously just throw up on my shoes..? Courtney: What is that? Oscar: Fish pie? Courtney: Did you make it with rotten fish? Oscar: Excuse me-… Robin: Who threw up? Courtney: Me, honey-.. it’s fine, I’ll clean it up. Robin: Can I eat it? Oscar: Wha-.. oh, the pie! Sure. [Courtney shot Oscar a look of disgust, half tempted to throw up on him again] Oscar: What? The kid eats anything, remember when Lou-… Courtney: Alright. Oscar: Are you okay, are you sick..? Courtney: Maybe. Oscar: Maybe-.. tell that to the rug, and my shoes. [Courtney grimaced apologetically] Courtney: Sorry, I’ll-… Oscar: It’s fine, go lay down or something. … Oscar wasn’t particularly phased by vomit; he was used to being thrown up on by now-.. hell, he’d covered himself more times than he could count in the past. Shaking the unpleasant memories away, he dragged his thoughts to the present. It hadn’t occurred to him until now that Courtney might be pregnant, but the more he thought about it, the more it made sense; she’d been ill a few times recently, and tired. She’d figured it was just “that time of year” or blamed it on the fact that Robin had started school and decided to share his germs, but no one else had gotten sick yet. On the one hand it was a relief she wasn’t obsessed enough to notice this time around, on the other, he worried she might feel overwhelmed by the news, or that she might be in denial. Impatient to get more done around the house, he’d spent most of his free time working as of late, though he tried to help out as much as he could; Robin threw a fit every morning before school and she’d just managed to start weaning Wren and Byrd, who were admittedly a handful more often than not. They definitely had a lot on their proverbial plates… Still, whatever her reaction might be, he couldn’t help feeling a rush of excitement at the thought of having another child. Failing to notice Lou’s head buried in his “disgusting” fish pie, Oscar flung water everywhere as he shook his hands, used his jeans in lieu of a tea towel and hastily headed upstairs with a grin. … Oscar: What’re you doing in here? Courtney: Thinking about how much we still need to do. [Oscar scoffed, waving a hand, it’d get done eventually; besides, he wasn’t too interested in the house right now] Oscar: I think someone might be pregnant. Courtney: Can it be you this time? [Oscar chuckled, shaking his head] Oscar: ‘fraid not-.. when was the last time you took your pill? Courtney: Yesterday-.. no, today. Oscar: Hmm. Courtney: Maybe we should-… [Courtney trailed off as Oscar gleefully finished her sentence] Oscar: Get a test? On it!

[FAUCET RUNNING]

[VOMITING] Brynn: Awh, you have bad day? Courtney: [sniffs] Where am I? Brynn: The Highway Motel. Courtney: What? Brynn: Like shit hotel, yes? Courtney: Where though?! Brynn: Del Sol Valley. Courtney: [sobs] Brynn: Is not so bad... Courtney: I'm not supposed to be here! Brynn: Come, sleep. Tomorrow will be better.