A little extension of their storyline in the finale. I don't own anything. Enjoy!
"I just want to lie down for a few minutes before it starts," Marshall said, shaking his head wearily and heading into the bedroom. Lily craned her neck around, watching him. "Baby," she whispered after him. She was glad that he didn't come back out. She wouldn't know what to say.
He'd been through so much the past few months, friend and family strains in relationships, stress, grief, and now, on top of all that, he'd just blown an interview for a job that he actually wanted. She couldn't tell him that it wasn't that bad. It was.
She shifted her weight slightly, tensing as she expected another wave of nausea to come. It didn't. She must be getting over the food poisoning. Now she'd be well enough to sit with Marshall when he puked and to bring him a blanket or whatever else he needed. She supposed she could get up and wash the blanket she was under now, but decided that they had the same illness, it wasn't worth the effort.
Lily shifted again, so her head was resting. She'd lie there until she heard the male velociraptor from the other room. No need to get up and move around now, disturbing Marshall in his last few minutes of peace.
Lily glanced up at the clock. 6:58. It was almost time for dinner, but she didn't think either of them would feel like eating that night. Ted, Robin, and Barney would be out somewhere, the latter two probably together and Ted off with Zoey. Unless, of course, Barney and Robin got to stopping him in time.
Lily had been looking down at her hands, but then she furrowed her brow and looked back over at the clock.
6:59.
Marshall had been in the bedroom for forty – five minutes. And there was no velociraptor.
Lily sat up straight. Lucky guy. She'd only had one bowl, he'd had three, and she'd felt absolutely terrible all day. She thought briefly that something had in fact just gone right in his life – not that she could tell him that – after his dad's death and his lost job "hey, but the soup agreed with you" probably didn't carry much opposing weight. Still, he was lucky.
Too lucky.
Lily cocked her head. She taught Kindergarten, so math didn't have to be her strong suit, but even though he was taller and heavier than she did, she shouldn't get so violently sick from one bowl that Marshall didn't get sick from three bowls of the same soup.
Lily frowned slightly. If the soup didn't make her sick, then she couldn't get the free gallon of it. And it was so good, too. Not that the restaurant could prove that the soup didn't make her sick. There was no other reason that she'd suddenly puked all over Mr. Buttons II. Hell, she hadn't even gotten morning sickness when that false positive had happened earlier in the year, in the weeks leading up to Marshall's dad's death. Not that she'd actually been pregnant, but either way, the only reason that she would be nauseated was from food poisoning or pregnancy.
Lily hadn't realized that she was in the bathroom, searching through the medicine cabinet. She found what she was looking for and looked at the clock. Five hours until she'd know.
Although part of her already knew.
Because if the Sasquatch in the bedroom was any indication, this nausea wasn't from food poisoning.
Lily went back out into the living room and laid down on the couch, holding the test in her hand, watching the clock change from one minute to the next. She must have dozed off at one point, or else their clock suddenly started skipping from 12:17 to 4:43. Lily still held the test in her hands, the packaging patterns engrained in her hands. She got up, figuring that 4:44 was in fact morning, and that would make this the day's first pee. She went into the bathroom and took the test, and upon seeing the results, smiled, wiped tears away from her eyes, clutched it to her chest, and went to tell the father.