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Oh Goddess help me, I had messed up.
As nausea started creeping up on me again, I ran to the bathroom. Something I had been doing constantly over the past few days. You might have called it the flu, but I knew it wasn't sickness that had me in this state.
Owen hadn't been home long for the past few days, getting up early and working late. By the time he did get home, though, he was too tired to notice I was practically throwing my guts up.
One might ask, though, why would I hide my pregnancy from my husband? Owen wasn't the type of guy to be upset; he'd be the type of person to take care of me every waking moment of the day to make sure I wasn't overworking myself. If he found out I was carrying his child, he would be overjoyed.
That was the problem though. It wasn't his.
The events that happened within the last two months had left my heart shattered, but patched over. They had left me pregnant, and alone. Well, almost alone.
When Owen had confessed his love for me, I had been so distracted as to say I felt the same way. It wasn't completely a lie, though. Sure, I loved him. But I loved someone else, more. So I didn't exactly regret my words when I was discarded from his life. Owen had been there for me – though, he didn't know a thing about what had happened over the past few months. As I had fallen for his so called 'feelings', his act, I put on my own show and pretended like everything was fine.
I held my hair up in the back and hurled whatever was left in my stomach into the toilet. Coughing, I flushed it and washed my hands. I opened the door and walked out the bathroom, only to bump into something hard. Wincing, I backed up a few steps to see Owen, standing there with his arms crossed and staring at me expectantly. I froze, glanced around the room in a panic, then gazed back up at him, a sheepish smile plastered on my face.
"Let's go to the clinic. Look at yourself in the mirror!" He had his big brother / loving husband personality on, and I knew the chances of me being able to convince him otherwise were extremely slim. Trying my best to look exuberant and totally fine, I gave him a bright smile.
"What are you talking about, silly? I'm totally fine." My words came out painfully. I knew he could tell I was lying.
"Akari, we should go now." Before I had a chance to protest, he picked me up bridal style as if I weighed nothing and started towards Waffle Town.
The moment we stepped into Meringue Clinic, I saw the shock on Irene's face, and then an amused smile. How could she think this was funny? This was going to ruin everything. I smiled nervously at her, but it probably came out as a grimace. She motioned for Owen to bring me to the back and closed the curtain behind us. He set me down in a chair and stood next to me.
Dread bubbled up inside me. This was it. Owen was going to find out I was pregnant, and assume it was his. I squeezed my eyes shut as Irene's old crackly voice spoke.
"Hmm… Interesting."
I spared a glance up at Owen, and realized he was sweating nervously.
"Um, is she sick or something…?" I chuckled bitterly inside.
After another long pause, Irene stood up and spoke again. As she faced us, there was a smile on her face. Oh Goddess…
"Oh, there's nothing to worry about." Owen stared at her, an eyebrow raised and jaw clenched. Here it comes… "In fact, you should celebrate. You two are going to have a baby." I winced at that as Owen cried out joyfully. He smiled proudly down at me and grabbed my hand. I willed myself to look back up and attempt to smile. "Just eat right and get plenty of rest, and everything will be fine."
Owen thanked her, and I bowed, not allowing myself to say anything. I knew my words would just come out high pitched and sound horrible. Insisting to carry me again, he walked out of the clinic holding me, and headed back for home.
"Whoa… we're going to have a baby…" His words came out excitedly. I nodded and gave him yet another pathetic excuse for a smile. "It hasn't hit me yet… but I'm really happy!"
"Um, yeah, me too!" I nodded.
He pulled me into a hug. "We're going to be parents!"
"We're having a baby… I can't wait to see our very own baby!" I tried to act enthusiastic so he wouldn't think anything was wrong. As we walked in he placed me down in bed, gave me the TV remote and declared his leave, as he had to work to keep this place running for us. He shut the door and walked off. I let out a sigh of relief, happy to have no one around.
Was he an idiot, or just being ignorant? Maybe he just wasn't educated in that field… After our marriage and began to participate in "newlywed acts", I told him to stop midway, because it hurt too much. Sure, it was kind of a lie, but it was also kind of the truth. It didn't hurt physically, but emotionally it was too painful to be with someone like this, especially since I had just been like this with him a mere week or two ago. Owen hadn't had the chance to finish, so there was no possible way the baby was his. Maybe he just thought somehow it was his. Because how else would I has gotten pregnant? He knew I wasn't one to cheat. And when I had been with him, I hadn't been cheating.
The thought of him crossed my mind and I visibly winced. His peachy-orange hair, his violet eyes… I banished the thoughts from my mind. It was too painful to think of.
What was I supposed to say when someone asked why I couldn't go to Sundae Inn? I couldn't possibly tell them about him, about what had happened. I had to get away from Waffle Island.
That was it..!
When Owen got back, I'd just tell him I couldn't stand living here anymore, and that when the baby came we should move away. Hopefully, and probably, he would agree. But if he didn't, I'd leave myself. Sure, it would be extremely immature, but I just couldn't live here, so close to him, living with someone else and the baby that he probably wouldn't care about. I closed my eyes, forcing myself to sleep. I would tell Owen as soon as he got back.
I lay in my bed, unable to move. It was coming. I could feel it. And it hurt, badly.
Oh, Goddess Owen… come back from work for lunch… Check up on me..! Come on… I didn't want to have this baby delivered in my house. Especially not when I was alone. I heard heavy, slow footsteps, and cursed under my breath. I could tell it was Owen, but Goddess, did he have to move so slowly? I cursed under my breath just as he walked in. Seeing the pained look on my face, he ran over to my bed.
"Is it time? Let's hurry to the clinic!"
"D-Don't… Talk…! Just… get me… t-t-there!" I managed out, breathing deep, fast breaths. He picked me up and ran me to the clinic.
Irene quickly took action and brought us to the same back room we had been in two seasons ago. Laying me in the bed this time, Owen was sweating nervously.
It all feels the same…
"Be strong! I'm right beside you!" His voice came out gruff. Irene stood from getting me settled, nodded and then turned around, glaring at my husband.
"Hey, you're in the way. Please wait outside!"
Nodding understandably, he stepped out. I groaned in pain.
"Don't worry, Akari. Everything will be okay. Just push!"
"Oh… shush! This… hurts so badly!" I began breathing fast and deeply again. After what seemed like forever, the baby started coming out. I could feel his head poking through.
"Here it is…!"
I let out a loud groan.
"It's a boy..!"
Owen came back in the room, smiling proudly. "You did a great job. You gave birth to a healthy baby boy!" I smiled up at him warmly. He clapped. "What do you want to name him?"
After a few moments, I spoke, my voice low and cracked. "Hunter." He nodded.
"What a wonderful name. Welcome to the world, Hunter!"
"You know what this means now, Owen…" My husband nodded.
"We'll catch the ferry into the city tomorrow."
"…Thanks. So much. I mean it." I sighed.
"Well, after all that I need some rest." He chuckled.
"You need rest? I just gave birth. Do you know how bad that hurts?"
"Always the hotheaded Akari you are, even when you're exhausted."
"That's why I'm hotheaded. It's because I'm tired!"
Owen got into bed, while I sat down on the couch holding baby Hunter. His eyes were violet blue, just like…
"You have your father's eyes…"