Baby, Maybe
AN: This was written at 3 am when I absolutely could not go back to sleep. Had this idea come to me last week and it stayed in my head until last night when I finally decided to just let it all out. It might be a little rushed, but I get too hung up on details and trying to make use of flowery language even though I struggle with it, so take what I have and I hope you enjoy it.
Summary: Captain Syverson comes home to a hot (literally) wife? One sentence summaries and titles are not my forte. .
You ended the call on your phone and your giddyness could not be contained. You shot up from your seat and began to dance around, Aika eventually getting up from her dog bed to join in on your celebration.
"No, girl, down," you tell the dog after it jumped up, putting its paws on your chest. You kneeled down and Aika sat down beside you then laid down. "I have a baby in my tummy. You're gonna need to be careful now."
You laughed at yourself for talking to a dog, despite your husband doing it all the time. After giving Aikia a belly rub and kisses, you grab your phone.
"Call me, baby," you say, thinking of your husband, Captain Chase Syverson. You knew there was a slim chance of that happening. He left you alone two weeks ago for a month long field training. You were at the halfway point and hoped he'd sneak a call in. Who were you kidding though? As much as your husband probably missed you as much as you missed him, he took his job seriously. As captain, he was always setting the example for his team. The only time you'd get a phone call was the second training was done and he'd be on his way home. Sighing, you finally got up to start your day, making sure to keep your phone close at hand, just in case.
It was nearing noon and you were in a bad mood. The past few days you hadn't been able to decide what to eat. If you weren't feeling nauseated from morning sickness, you had no appetite. When you finally could decide on what to eat, your stomach almost immediately didn't agree, sending you rushing to the bathroom to vomit everything out. To add to that, your body temperature just seemed out of whack. Before finding out you were pregnant, you were always cold. Even during the hottest Texas days when Sy would blast the A/C, you'd be wearing sweats and hoodie, sometimes even wrapping yourself in a blanket. But now, it seemed your body didn't know how to feel. You'd already stripped off your sweats and sweater half a dozen days whenever your body temperature seemed to spike up. An hour later, you'd be cold again prompting you to redress yourself.
Right now, you were on the couch, hungry and (currently) hot. The only thing you were looking forward to was Sy coming home. Despite not hearing from him yet, you banked on him coming home later on in the afternoon. You already had chosen an outfit to wear to go out to dinner. Now all you had to do was wait. With Aika curled up beside you and taking up the other half of the couch, you propped your feet on the coffee table and settled back as you closed your eyes. The blaring of one of Sy's favorite songs immediately got you up.
"Hi baby!" you cried answering the phone.
"Hey, sweetheart," came Sy's voice, dripping with the southern drawl that you just love. "I missed ya."
"I missed you, too."
"Look, we just got done with training. We're just getting our gear packed then we gotta wait on the busses."
Your little bubble of positivity slowly deflated.
"What time are you expecting to be home then?" you interrupted. Sy's sigh at the end popped whatever was left of your positive bubble
"Not till late, darlin'."
"Okay," you replied, trying not to let your disappoint be heard. You felt tears well up.
"I'm sorry, but I can't do much to hurry up the damned busses. But I'll make it up to you later," the last part he said in a whisper, yet it did nothing to raise your spirits.
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You groaned as you turned over in bed, feeling the damp shirt cling to your skin. You were sweating! Begrudgingly, you got up to check the thermostat: 66 degrees. You pressed the button a couple times to lower the temp even more. Then you went back to your room, turning on the ceiling fan as well before stripping down to your boy shorts. You took off your pajama shirt and threw on a light camisole. Climbing into bed, you moved around the many pillows you had, ending up on Sy's side of the bed where it felt cooler. Tossing and turning a few more times, you finaly found a comfortable position, on your side with one leg peaking out of the blankets and resting over a pillow. You were drifting off to sleep when Aika let out a bark before barrelling out of your bedroom. The familiar sound of Sy's boots hitting the floorboards reached your ears, but you refused to get up. Aika let out another bark before being shushed by Sy.
"Mama's sleeping," you heard him say. The word 'mama' brought butterflies to your stomach and your hand immediately rested on your still small belly. You listened as Sy moved around, the familiar sound of him removing his uniform and boots, then the dangling of his dogtags. He headed straight to the shower, which you were thankful for. You didn't think you could stomach the smell of your husband who went without a shower for the duration of his field training. Your eyes were slowing closing again and you were half asleep when you felt a pair of big strong arms wrap around you. You turned around and Sy's lips were already on yours, his beard tickling you in the process. You broke away from the kiss, your body heating up again. You tried to wriggle out of his hold.
"What?" he asked, a small pout on his lips.
"Sy, it's hot," you say, pushing at his chest.
"Sweetheart, it's like an ice chest in here! Plus you got the fan going and you're practically naked!"
"And yet, it's still hot!"
"You're never hot," Sy said. "Are you getting sick? You feeling okay?"
You laughed as Sy started feeling your forehead and your neck for a temperature.
"What's wrong?" he asked, noticing the tears in your eyes. He used his thumb to wipe a tear away.
"Sy," you began. You brought your hands to his face, looking into his bright blue eyes that you so love. "I'm pregnant."
You waited for a reaction. You actually counted the seconds before any reaction came from your tough husband. Fifteen seconds.
"Y-you're pregnant? We're having a baby?" he asked, his eyes wide. You nod. He brought you back into his arms. You heard sniffling and felt something wet on the crook of your neck. You pull back enough to look at your husband's face.
"Chase Syverson, are you crying?" you asked.