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Four weeks later.
This was how long it had been since your first time using the gift Sevika bought for you. The two of you followed your normal routines after the weekend. Work, home, work, home.
However, there was something wrong with you in the period between the third and fourth week.
On one of those days, you woke up at dawn, feeling nauseous. You sat on the edge of the bed, eyes still closed and then took a deep breath, feeling when Sevika's large hand, still unconscious in her heavy sleep, wrapped around your waist. Even in her sleep, she still chased your touch whenever she felt you far away.
You smiled at this, but it didn't last long as the waves of nausea became stronger, making you take deep breaths again in hopes of dispelling them. Unfortunately, it didn't go the way you wanted.
Suddenly, you felt that bubbling, acidic urge to get it all out in the back of your throat. You leaned forward with a jolt, closing your mouth tightly and putting a hand in front of you as a precaution.
It went down slowly and for a second, you thought it was gone, when it came back hard again, and if it weren't for your mouth still closed, you would have thrown up right there.
Giving up trying to hold on, you removed Sevika's hand from you and ran to the bathroom down the hall. Upon entering, you ended up slamming the door very hard out of desperation, which immediately woke Sevika up. The woman jumped, looking frantically around the room. She looked to your side of the bed and her eyes seemed to have tripled in size when she didn't spot you there.
Sevika threw the duvet in any corner and quickly reached for her bionic arm that was on the dresser, fitting it as she ran out of the room, unsure of having to fight someone who had invaded the house. That's what her sleepy and scared brain thought at the moment.
She was going to run downstairs, but her listening ears caught sounds coming from the bathroom. Stopping abruptly in front of the door, she opened it carefully, looking around for any danger. In the end, all she saw was you kneeling in front of the toilet, breathing heavily, holding your hair without much effort. In the blink of an eye, Sevika was kneeling beside you, pulling your hair out of your face and holding it in a better, tighter ponytail, using her bionic hand to do so, while the organic one went to your back under your shirt, stroking from top to bottom.
You wanted to say thank you, but once again you vomited, almost choking when all that came out was bile, as you had already thrown up all of your dinner.
After a few seconds of silence, you took one last deep breath before closing the toilet lid and walking away with difficulty, being quickly supported by Sevika, who picked you up easily, sitting you on the closed toilet.
Sevika's face was contorted into a worried and scared grimace as she examined you, holding your tired face carefully, moving her eyes across your face. You were pale.
“We need to go to a hospital.”
Sevika declared, adjusting her posture to go to the sink, open the mirror and take out some hairpins, which she used to secure your unruly strands from your face.
“No, Sev… It’s four in the morning, we need to work soon.”
You argued hoarsely, closing your eyes as you felt the older woman fix your hair.
“It doesn’t matter. You're sick, work will have to wait. You can’t even work like that.”
“Sevika.”
You held her hands and brought them to your chest, looking into her eyes. You thought you might cry when you met her worried gaze. Your beautiful wife, you would never get tired of admiring her beauty.
“I'll be fine. I must have eaten something in the school cafeteria that didn’t do me any good.”
“But– you…”
"It's okay. Listen, I promise that if this happens again, we will go to the hospital immediately. But for now, let me have some medicine or some soup, I guarantee this will soon pass.”
With much reluctance in her mind, Sevika grumbled softly and gave in, pulling you into a hug in which you melted, snuggling into her.
Sevika wasn't one to talk much when she was worried, she would just make decisions and drag the person along to try to cure them and help them in the best way she could, and that was enough for you to know how much she loves you and only wanted the best for you; how scared she was about everything and that, without a doubt, if you didn't get better, she would take you to the hospital whether you wanted it or not.
And, well, that's exactly what happened.
You've barely had any peace in the last few days, feeling nauseous and more nauseous, eating less at your daily meals. You were visibly tired, trying to ward off the nausea with soup, but always failing and struggling as much as you could. At least you weren't vomiting, which was the only reason why Sevika listened to you when you said that you were already getting better and that you didn't need an appointment.
That was until the fourth week officially arrived, and the peak for Sevika's worry exploded.
You were in the living room, it was dinner time. Neither of you were really in the mood to prepare something, so you decided to order pizza. You loved pizza, and since you didn't eat it very often to keep your body in shape, you never refused when you finally decided to order it.
The order arrived and Sevika served you both, a slice each on the same plate, leaving it balanced on her leg while you were snuggled side by side. Sevika started eating while her eyes were focused on the program on TV, it was your favorite. A chef visited restaurants that called asking for help, whether with renovations, food or clientele.
Sevika was eating calmly, but you were still standing still, staring at the piece in your hand. Your nose wrinkled at the aroma of the pizza, your eyes scrutinizing the piece. What should have been one of the greatest delights of your life, was now making you want to put it in the box and put it far away, especially when you saw the ingredients well distributed on top of the piece.
Then the inevitable happened. You felt like everything would rise up in your throat, everything you had ingested that day. You even tried to hold it back, but the disgusting taste of vomit burning your throat didn't help.
You threw the piece onto the plate and walked away from Sevika, running to the bathroom.
Sevika threw her bitten piece onto the plate and almost broke the plate as she threw it onto the coffee table. She wiped her hands on her shorts and ran to you in the bathroom, pushing the door ajar, seeing you the same way she did days ago. Sevika murmured a “tsc”, very worried and this time a little irritated by your stubbornness, but of course, never unwilling to help you, you are the love of her life after all.
She knelt with you again, holding your hair and stroking your back, watching as you let it all out with a small furrow between her eyebrows.
You were now shaking hard, sucking in air to try and breathe better. The end of the sting for Sevika was when you lifted your face and there were tears falling uncontrollably. Any and all irritation Sevika had felt at your stubbornness disappeared in an instant. She pulled you into the hug, letting you hold her tightly and rest your chin on her shoulder, feeling the nausea slowly diminishing as you cried.
You felt like an idiot, a complete fool. You knew you were sick this whole time and realized you weren't getting better, yet you decided to neglect your health, worried about delaying your wife and your students. Now you were here, vomiting your guts out and crying like a scared little child, when you were an adult in your thirties and should have known how to deal with this.
“Come.”
Sevika suddenly said in a gentle tone, kissing the top of your head and pulling away to wipe your face from the tears. She held you by your forearms, helping you stand again. Sevika placed you in front of the sink, took your toothbrush, put toothpaste on it and handed it to you.
Sighing softly, you sobbed and forced yourself to start brushing your teeth. She watched you for a few seconds, wanting to make sure you wouldn't vomit again.
When she thought you were more stable to be alone, Sevika closed the toilet lid, flushed the toilet and then ran upstairs and entered your room.
She went to the closet, opened the bottom drawers and started looking through documents that she thought were important to get an appointment. She put them in a black bag, one you sometimes used to carry your teaching materials. With the bag ready, Sevika left it on the bed and went back to the closet, now focused on getting clothes more suitable for going out and to protect you from the cold.
While she was searching, you left the bathroom. You walked to the sofa and sat on it, looking absently at a random corner of the living room. The TV now spoke to itself, long forgotten.
“What’s wrong with me?”
You thought, swallowing the taste of toothpaste mixed with the bitterness of vomit. Horrible.
An irrational fear that you might have something serious took over your mind. Maybe your stubbornness and insistence worsened your condition, maybe now you would be hospitalized, giving Sevika more work and delaying your classes.
You sighed, closing your eyes to try to calm down and get your head straight.
Soon you would be fine. This time for real. Yes, a doctor would take good care of you and soon it would be nothing more than an unhappy day that you would be happy to forget as time went by.
…
At the hospital, Sevika left you sitting while she spoke to the attendant and sorted everything out, providing all the necessary information and listening carefully to which corridor to go to when called.
Fortunately, the hospital wasn't that busy that night, so the wait only lasted about ten minutes. Your name and room number appeared on the large hanging screen for all patients to see. Sevika takes you by the hand and you walk to the indicated place.
The doctor's office was like any other, painted and decorated in white and gray.
You and Sevika sat on two available chairs in front of the doctor, who seemed to be very young, wearing his lab coat and thin black glasses, very attentive and willing to talk to you.
After listing your symptoms and a quick check-up, he collected your blood and then asked you to go to the bathroom and urinate into a small pot for analysis. You thought it would be embarrassing, but you were tired, you had just thrown up everything you ate, you were hungry and you just wanted to go home, so that was actually one of the last things you thought about when you left the bathroom with the closed and clean jar, handing it into the young doctor's gloved hands.
Sevika, still sitting, didn't take her eyes off you for even a second, watching you closely, ready to support you if you felt weak or wanted to vomit again. Your loving and caring wife.
The doctor excused himself and left the room with his notes, the pot and the small vial of blood to another room, informing you that he would return quickly with the results, leaving the two of you alone.
You moved the chair closer to Sevika and laid your face on her shoulder, wrapping your arms around and intertwining your fingers. Sevika laid her face on your head and squeezed your hand, then stroked it with her thumb.
The doctor's desk clock showed exactly eleven at night, almost midnight. You sighed softly, longing for your bed and thinking that the next morning was still Thursday.
You don't know how much time has passed, you only know that you were woken up from your nap by Sevika, who gently shook you. You blinked a little dazedly and quickly straightened up when you saw the doctor sitting in his place, now holding some papers and now without gloves.
He gave you a gentle smile.
“Well, from what I can see, you’re fine. You've been eating well and drinking lots of water, so everything is more than fine and this nausea and vomiting is completely normal for your current state.”
“My... Current state?”
You gave a confused and alarmed look to Sevika, who fidgeted uneasily in her chair, returning your gaze.
“That's right. Congratulations, you are pregnant! Four weeks!”
The doctor exclaimed with a wide smile, opening his arms a little, as if he was radiating his happiness to both of you and waiting for an agitated or emotional reaction. But that's not what happened at all.
Sevika stared at the young doctor with her eyebrows raised in an expression that almost screamed “Are you kidding me?”. She remained silent as she peered into him, impatiently waiting for him to cut the nonsense and tell her what those exam papers really were.
On the other side, you paused for a few seconds and then started laughing, softly and clearly without humor. It was an awkward laugh, as you didn't want to actually laugh, but it just came out, so you just let it.
You sighed and brought your free hand to your face, where you scratched between your eyebrows.
“Alright, look… Very funny, honey. But now could you please tell me what I have and then give me some medicine so that my wife and I can go home and then I can finally sleep? Please.”
“Ah…”
The doctor swallowed hard and adjusted his glasses on his face, scratching his throat.
Smart and attentive to his patients, the boy didn't take long to notice the same pattern of reaction as some lesbian couples who passed by with the same situation.
Initially, he thought that one of the women had undergone the intrauterine insemination process in a specialized clinic, or, due to lack of access and income, home insemination. And then, after breaking the news, expecting happiness from the couples, all he got in return was confusion and doubts. Two of the couples even started fighting immediately after the news broke over alleged cheating by the pregnant women.
However, after a few questions and because he was up to date with the news, he saw that all the couples had worn something different a few weeks earlier.
“Have you used anything different during sex recently?”
He asks without qualms, but keeping politeness evident in his tone and posture.
“Uh- You mean, like... Drugs?” You ask, increasingly confused.
On your side, Sevika snorts, assuming a protective stance and starting to get irritated.
To her, the question sounded like an insinuation that you had abused drugs and ended up doing something you shouldn't have. She didn't like the doctor's possible insinuation and made no attempt to hide it.
He gave a nervous smile and pushed his chair back a little, intimidated by Sevika, who remained silent.
“No! Uh, l-look. You two are the sixth couple of women who have come here in recent months with the same situation. One of the women appears pregnant, and no one knows how this is possible, but they all have something in common besides pregnancy. It turns out that…”
The boy shifted a little uncomfortably, now very aware that it was an intimate matter and not everyone would like to talk about such things.
“Everyone used the new sex toy that has been talked about a lot… The Hexstrap, you know…? The material used to send realistic sensations to users is the arcane and although it is much safer and ready to be used in different areas around the city, it was decided that sex toys will be left out of this after accidentally impregnating some women. So far there have been no complaints from couples, but the owners still decided to ban it for a while…”
Oh.
“So, hence my question.”
Oh.
The gears worked slowly in your heads, until it felt like they were going to explode. You swallowed hard and squeezed Sevika's hand, without taking your wide eyes off the doctor.
“This– Is this serious? Is it even possible?”
“Well, yes. Now it is.”
He said approaching the table to pick up the papers he had brought, handing them into your hand.
“All tests test positive for pregnancy and the DNA working with yours is A-. I think it’s your type, right?”
The boy asked, now looking at Sevika, who seemed petrified with shock. All she did was nod slowly, being thankful that she had a great memory and remembered her routine blood tests well.
The doctor gave you a friendly smile, noting how you looked scared and thoughtful, and Sevika looked indecipherable. It was the same reaction he received from the other patients, so he understood and didn't demand anything more.
“Congratulations, moms. I hope everything goes well on your journey.”
…
And that's how you ended up there, at half past midnight, four weeks later. Lying on your double bed in a star position, staring at the ceiling of the room and going through all the memories of these recent events.
You were very scared, it was undeniable. Suddenly you were pregnant, bearing what would soon be a child in your womb, your child.
It was strange to think about, but you didn't want to feel that way.
When you arrived home, after the entire journey in silence, you asked Sevika for a moment alone. You weren't upset at her, but she seemed scared that that was it. Soon you would assure her that everything was fine, but in a moment, you just wanted a little time.
Neither of you have ever mentioned children in your lives, at least never with each other. Every now and then, Jinx, one of Sevika's nieces, would make some funny jokes about wanting cousins to look after. It always brought laughter and you never seriously thought about it. But now there you were, carrying what could be Jinx and Vi's future cousin.
You could, of course you could, but you felt so scared.
Your memories of your mother were vague, as she wasn't around much and needed to work more than anything else. The only mother figure you had as a great role model was your lovely grandmother. If you were to follow in her footsteps in raising the baby, maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea.
But then there was Sevika. You knew she would respect your decision regardless of what you chose, but after all, what did she want? Was she happy? Does she think it's a good idea to continue the pregnancy? Was she ready to be a mother? Were you ready to be a mother?
With a shaky sigh, you decided to put these questions into practice.
As soon as you sat up and swung your feet out of bed, soft knocks on the other side of the door caught your attention. It was her.
“Come in, love.”
Sevika entered and stood at the door, like a child waiting for her parents. She stared at her feet and kicked nothing lightly, biting her inner cheek. You smiled at the sight.
“Come here. Please.” You asked, stretching your arms, inviting her for a hug.
You didn't even need to ask again, Sevika practically ran to you, throwing herself on the bed and diving into your arms, bringing you to lie down next to her.
You kept a good distance so you could look into each other's eyes, holding each other by the waist. You were silent for a few minutes, just thinking about what to say.
You were the first to break the silence.
“How you feeling?”
Sevika snorted an awkward laugh.
“You're the one who’s pregnant but you want me to tell you how I feel?”
“Yes.”
She sighed, swallowing and now staring at your collarbone, thoughtfully.
“I think I'm okay with it... We never thought about having a kid, but... I think it would be cool.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes…” Sevika looked into your eyes again, now using one hand to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. “But what about you?”
“I’m so fucking scared.” You giggled nervously. “But… Now that you say it, it might actually be good. I mean, I don't have much idea how I would do as a mother and it's making me really nervous, but I think… I think I want to have this baby.”
You didn't miss how Sevika's eyes seemed to light up at your words, how the grip on your waist tightened a little. Oh, she really was excited about the idea. That is great. You were still very scared, but knowing that your wife would support you and seemed excited about it calmed you down a lot.
Sevika is your anchor, your everything. You would never be able to go through with this without her support.
“Then let’s have it.” She said, moving closer to leave a chaste kiss on your lips. “We will have and we will be the most badass mothers in the world.”
You laughed out loud this time, finding it amusing how she said it with the most determined expression ever.
Watching your happiness, Sevika also couldn't help but smile wide, showing off the adorable gap between her teeth. She pulled you into a tight, harmless hug. You gladly accepted, clinging to her with all your limbs, feeling her kiss your neck affectionately.
You guys would be fine. Pregnancy and raising a baby are very difficult things, you keep that in mind. The fear is still there. But you had each other, you had support and you could provide a good life for the child.
Everything would be fine.