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[ositabear26]

Barrett (edited photo of Tom Holland)

Osita and Donnie's son. Future character for the MA Series

[ositabear26]

'Morning Sickness'

This is published on Wattpad on my account, OsitaBear26. Mutant Apocalypse: 6

Chapter 71

Osa made her way to the stables where the horses waited for their evening grain. She gathered the heavy rubber pans, set them in the grain room, and stood up straight to feel her back nearly locked itself in place. She winced, grabbing her lower back before it did anything further. Osa leans on the closest wall to get a quick break before moving on to go round up more rubber pans from inside the horse stalls.

She walks to the first aisle of stalls, seeing Lucky and her foal is doing very well. "Hey, Lucky..." Osa greeted the paint horse, sliding the stall door open to go right inside to greet the baby horse standing behind its mother. "You guys hungry?" Osa asked, not expecting the horses to respond, but in a way, Osa knew what they were saying just by how their body language was presented toward her. Lucky nickered lightly at Osa, nudging her muzzle against Osa's abdomen. It seems the horse knows of her caretaker's unborn baby. It was as if she understood what Osa was going through as a brand new soon to be mother. "You sort of know what's going on, huh?"

Lucky pushes Osa lightly once again, signaling that the horse did understand.

"Thanks, Lucky." Osa kissed the large animal's forehead before picking up the rubber pan and stepping out of the stall. She dusted out the pan, removing all of the dust and old wood shavings.

Coming toward the stables, Donnie walked to one of the large main doors to see his wife is walking around caring for the animals she bonded with. He sighed when he found her putting the rubber pans into a pile and sweeping the stall aisles all by herself. "Osa," He says, getting her attention.

She looks up, stopping her sweeping chore. Right away, she rolled her eyes. "Go away." She says, continuing to sweep the stables.

"O," Don walks up to her, his staff sitting on his shell and his gadgets sitting on his person. His props jangle and make small noises as he walked. "You need to stop doing chores." He told her. She ignored him. Osa kept sweeping up the hay, wood shavings, lost pieces of grain, and horse hair. "Are you listening?" He asked, watching her grab the dustpan from the broom and crouching to pick the messy pile up from the concrete aisle.

"Can't hear you. I literally got half an ear." She says, walking to a trash can in the stable and dumping the pile into the container.

Don hated how she played hard to get and gave him so many cold shoulders. "Very funny..." He followed her. "Osa, you're seriously going to hurt yourself if you keep working like this." Again, she didn't listen. So, this time, he grabbed the broom from her. "Osita."

She felt the broom get snatched from her hands. "Give it back."

"No," Don replied. "I am not going to give it back."

Osa turned away, going to refill the horse grain like she was doing before. She picks up a few more of the rubber pans and takes them back to the grain room where more pans waited for a refill of horse feed. "Leave me alone. I'm not gonna say it again." Osa dropped the pans on the floor.

"I want to talk to you, Osa." He says, standing outside the grain room, the door wide open. He watched his wife fill each pan with different types of grain. "We need to have a discussion about this whole thing."

"There's nothing to talk about." She said, pouring a scoop of alfalfa into one pan.

Don leaned on the doorframe. "Damn it, Osa." He said with a whispery tone. "You're carrying our baby!" He barely raised his volume.

Osa roughly tossed the scooper into the metal bin full of grain, making a loud bang. She put her hands on her hips and stares at Donnie. "And you don't think I know that?" Her eyes stare at him. That one blue eye she had always pierced his soul and he despised that, but of course, still loved her. "Thanks for the unnecessary reminder." She bends down into the bin to grab the scooper.

"I'm just looking out for you like I should be. Would you rather have me not care?" Don still watched Osa place different grains in each pan.

"It would be nice." She says to him, being a real smart ass with him.

"Oh, knock it off with that crap!" He says to her. "You and I both know you would like some help."

She mocked, barely grinning. "Not from you."

Donnie crosses his arms. "This is all because I didn't get to Cormac in time? Are you seriously holding that big of a grudge on me?"

"Yeah, I am." She said, dropping the scooper into the bin and picking up three of the heavy rubber pans full of grain. Osa stacked them on top of each other and left the grain room with her husband not far behind. "I'm holding a grudge because you didn't try saving Cormac. I'm holding a grudge because you and Abby messed around in a janitor's closet, and I am holding a grudge because you f*cked me and got me pregnant."

Donnie's mind is blown. He feels like he totally got mind f*cked by his own wife. "W-What the hell?! Abby and I didn't even do anything! She came on to me and I pushed her away! You're welcome." He says, moving on to the next part of what she said. "And Cormac was riding a horse! I couldn't run that fast to stop him!"

"Whatever." Osa sets the pans down and takes the first one from the top. She makes her way to the first stall and drops it on the soft bedding of wood shavings for the horse. Osa closes the stall door.

"A-And you and I were both drunk when we had sex!" Don exclaimed, hoping she would just quit her stupid mind games that weren't working on him. "We didn't know you would end up getting knocked up."

Osa steps out of the stall and shuts it. She moves on to the second stall. "Well, too bad there ain't any condoms for your--your size!" She passes by him, bending over to grab another pan.

"Oh-ho, sh*t." Don chuckled, standing next to the final grain pan. "Osa, come on."

"Donnie, I really don't want to talk to you, but here I am." She says from the horse stalls and closes them up after giving the animals their grain.

She was coming for the last pan of grain, but Donnie picks it up and raises it above his head. "I'm not giving you this pan until you talk to me."

"Tough sh*t." Osa answered, going back to the grain room to get the other filled-up pans.

Don groaned, taking a few steps forward, and stopped. "Osa--" He rubbed the bridge of his nose and adjusted his glasses. "Osa, you're gonna--" Then, he felt her body against him, shoving Don to make her way to a nearby garbage bin. 

He watched her spit out a load of her lunch, releasing the burning vomit. She coughed, held her hair back, and hacked a ball of spit. As she let it all out, she felt Donnie touch her back. Right away, she shot up and pushed him from her space. "GET AWAY FROM ME!!" She whined, her eyes watering, face turning bright red. Her voice startled a few of the horses. "I don't wanna talk to you, look at you, or even think about you!"

The valiant leader looks down at her, not hurt by her sentences. He chooses his actions and words carefully. Donnie walks toward her, causing Osa to pin her back against the wall, trapped by the tall mutant. "No matter what you say to me, I'll continue to love you and that baby. Sooner or later," He pauses, leaning closer to her face. "You'll want me, just like how I want you..." He steps away from her, going for the exit of the stables.

Osa pinned her ears back, pissed off about the entire chat they had. She swallowed the pressure in her throat and glances down at a yellow pail at her feet. Osa grunts loudly, kicking the bucket in frustration and watched it bounce off the wall and roll into the middle of the aisle.

She sat down in a chair that was in the stables, regrouping herself before she continued taking care of the horses.

Snot ran out of her nose, her eyes are puffy, and her cheeks are a shade of blush. Osa removed her glasses, dried her tears with her jacket's sleeve, and took a few deep breaths. She looks to the outside and found Donnie is halfway to the school.