You woke up for the third time today rushing into the bathroom to avoid throwing up on your freshly washed sheets and comforter. You'd already run two loads of laundry because you were literally puking on everything. You cursed your co worker who shared your cubicle and who'd been out sick the entire previous week. You were sure that bitch had given you her stomach bug and it was kicking your ass. Everything made you nauseous and you couldn't keep anything down. You had taken off work to rest but you were getting very little due to the fact that you were constantly running back and forth to the bathroom. You washed your face and brushed your teeth to get the disgusting taste out of your mouth. You trudged back into your bedroom and collapsed on your bed letting out a loud groan.
Suddenly you heard a voice call out from the other room, "Y/N", your husband called.
"In here", you groaned. You were surprised you hadn't heard Kozik's bike when he pulled up but then again you could barely hear anything over the sound of you vomiting up your lunch of saltines and the tiniest scoop of peanut butter.
"Baby, what the hell?" Your husband exclaimed as he took in the sight of you. Due to the fact that you'd been puking all day, you were wearing your largest comfiest pair of grey sweatpants, a large marines corps t shirt, two mismatched fuzzy socks, and your hair was pulled up in a bun on top of your head out of the line of fire. You were laying flat on your back hoping that if you didn't move then maybe your stomach would settle. You quickly pulled a blanket over your head, not wanting him to see what a mess you looked like. Kozik slipped his kutte off of his shoulders, placing it on top of your dresser and sat down on the bed next to you. He tried to pull the blanket off of your head but you had a firm grip and were determined not to let him see you in your current state.
"Please baby, come on let me see you. I need to make sure you're ok"…DEAD SILENCE…"don't make me tickle you babe" , he warned.
You immediately ripped the blanket off of your head and shot a death glare at your husband warning him "If you touch me I will puke ALL over you". Kozik chuckled and brushed his hand across your face, resting his hand on your forehead, feeling if it was warm.
"Hmmm, no fever. What's going on baby? You're clearly not doing ok", your husband mused .
"I don't know, but I'll kill the bitch who made feel like this" you responded while carefully sitting up in bed.
"Well how about now that you can sit up, we go out to the living room, watch some old movies, and I'll make you a delicious spread of buttered toast", your adorable husband suggested. You smiled and wrapped an arm around his neck so he could help you up out of bed. Your feet hit the ground and you immediately knew something was wrong. Before you had much time to think it through, you were interrupted as you lost consciousness and fell to the floor. Thankfully, since you had your arm around Kozik's neck already, he was able to quickly catch you and lay you back on the bed as he whipped out his cell phone and called an ambulance.
Six hours later found you laying in a hospital bed attached to a lot of tubes, a heart monitor, and a whole bunch of other shit you couldn't recognize.
You were exhausted and your head was pounding, half from the passing out and the other half from the bickering going on between Tig and Kozik, your equally angry brother and husband who were trying to figure out who was to blame for this episode and…"exactly why the fuck it's taking so damn long for someone to help my sister", Tig shouted into the hallway. Two security guards quickly ran into the room, grabbing for your brother and husband who were not going to go easily. You started yelling yourself and crying in your hospital bed. You were already beyond stressed and couldn't imagine having to be here by yourself. Thankfully Gemma was nearby getting updated about your condition from Tara and the two women quickly ran into the room in an attempt to calm the situation.
"Just what the hell is going on here", Gemma demanded while putting herself directly in between the guards and the sons. Tara ran over to your hospital bed, checking your vitals while calming you down. One of the guards responded
"We've told these guys to calm down too many times to count. They're causing a scene and are going to have to leave".
"No!",you shouted and began to cry again. Before the guys and the guards could begin arguing again, Tara quickly stepped in and took control of the situation.
"My name is Tara Knowles, and I'm (Y/N) Kozik's doctor. She's still undergoing tests and needs a family member here for moral support. How about Gemma you take Tig home with you? Koz, you can stay here with (Y/N) but you need to calm the hell down. Do you understand?" Kozik mumbled an agreement and before Tig could object, Gemma had her finger pointed directly at his face in warning. Your brother groaned loudly and walked over to your bed, kissing you on the forehead and then skulked out of the room.
"I want updates every half hour", he ordered the prospects who were keeping watching outside the door.
"I'll take care of your brother, don't worry baby girl. You just focus on getting better", Gemma reassured you as she walked over patting your hand and kissing your cheek. Before leaving she hugged your husband and reminded him to send updates and let her know if they needed anything. She nodded at Tara who followed her out the door along with the two security guards, leaving you alone with your husband.
It had been two hours since you'd last seen a doctor and you were absolutely losing it. You still didn't know what was going on and the longer you waited, the scarier the scenarios in your head became. Kozik tried to distract you and keep things light but you could tell he was scared too. You both breathed a sigh of relief when Tara walked back in and she appeared to be smiling.
"I think we've finally figured out what's going on", Dr. Knowles explained, "You see we think you're experiencing hyperemesis gravidarum. It is a pretty rare condition but it is something that can occur to women during their first trimester espec….".
"What do you mean first trimester", you interrupted.
"The first trimester of your pregnancy. Were you not aware you were pregnant", Tara responded.
"I don't know about (Y/N), but I sure as hell didn't know" your husband replied almost dumbfounded, running a hand through his blonde hair.
"Well you are pregnant (Y/N). You appear to be about 8-9 weeks along and basically what you're experiencing is a rare and severe form of morning sickness which is why you've felt so sick. You passed out because you were severely dehydrated. Now we would like you to stay overnight so that we can run a couple more tests and just so we can make sure both you and baby are doing well. Before you leave I'd like to schedule a follow up appointment for you to meet with both your general practitioner and an OBGYN. I'm going to go check on some other patients but please don't hesitate if you need me, just call", Tara explained before leaving you and your husband alone to process the news.
The empty room seemed to be smaller than ever as you felt yourself begin to panic. You didn't know what to do or how to feel and what was more terrifying is not knowing how Koz was feeling. Of course you both wanted kids and knew they were in your future, now was definitely not a good time. With you starting a new job and the constant drama that was club life, you both were actively trying NOT to get pregnant and were using regular birth control. The longer the silence lasted, the worse your panic became and soon you began to feel the tears pouring out of your eyes and small sobs began to escape your mouth. This seemed to snap your Old Man out of his spell and he quickly rushed over to your side.
"No, no, no sweetheart please don't cry", he pleaded with you as he wrapped his strong arms around you, pulling you into his chest and kissing your forehead.
"But…but…I don't know how this happened. We were being so careful and I don't want you to be mad at me" you choked out between sobs. You felt your husband stiffen as he pulled back from you, moving his arms from behind you and placing his two rough hands on both of your cheeks stroking them gently.
"(Y/N), do you seriously think I'd be mad at you? Sure we have some logistics to figure out but I'm so happy I promise you sweetheart", he reassured you.
"So…so…you want to keep the baby…and me", you whispered in response, shyly meeting his gaze. Kozik chuckled and kissed you on the nose responding,
"Of course I do. I got my dream girl pregnant? People are going to be super jealous babe. I've got an amazing Old Lady who's going to be an amazing mother…a MILF at that". He winked at you and it was your turn to laugh.
"You're going to be such an amazing Dad", you mused.
The next morning rolled around with no further complications so the two of you checked out of the hospital along with a mountain of prenatal vitamins and multiple follow up doctors appointments. Your ever doting old man insisted that you wait while he goes and gets the car. While waiting for him to return you called Gemma to find out where she had gone with your brother. She told you that when the prospects let her know you were getting ready to check out AND could eat again, she had brought Tig over to your house and they were currently in the process of making you breakfast. Well she was cooking while Tig was angrily pacing around the house. You let her know that you would be home soon and as you hung up the phone, you saw your car pull around.
When you finally pulled up to the house, you saw your brother rushing out the front door to come to the car. You shared a smile with your husband before getting out of the car to greet your twin brother. He tried to act calm but due to the fact that you both had the same facial expressions, you could read him like a book.
"I'm fine, I'm fine. I'll explain later", you reassured him.
"Well that's good to hear baby sis", he sighed in relief while pulling you into a bear hug. He chuckled "Now if you do actually have your appetite back, Gem's cooked you a damn feast in there". He wrapped one arm around you and grabbed your bag with the other arm and helped you inside. The house smelled like all sorts of deliciousness when you walked in. The matriarch heard you enter and walked out of the kitchen to greet you, shooing the boys and ordering them to set the table. They both groaned in response but knew better than to argue. Gemma wrapped you in a gentle hug and whispered into your ear,
"Congratulations mama. You're going to be amazing". You had figured she would pry the information out of Tara but you didn't mind, with your mom living out of town you needed some motherly love at the moment. You smiled and thanked her, but you were suddenly distracted by the smells coming from the kitchen.
Gemma laughed and directed you to the kitchen teasing, "Come on mama, let's go feed that baby".
When Tig said that Gemma had cooked a brunch feast, he wasn't kidding. There was scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, French toast, pancakes, bagels, and lots of other deliciousness. You were chowing down on your second plate, absolutely ravenous after not having eaten for days and besides you were eating for two now. You looked over at your husband who had a big goofy smile on his face. Your brother however was still feeling quite fired up from the whole ordeal and was growing increasingly impatient as to why you all weren't telling him what was going on.
"Seriously guys what the fuck happened", he moaned "Like are you ever gonna tell me. Fucking Smiley over there obviously won't tell me what's going on, meanwhile (Y/N)'s just sitting there eating like she's pregnant or something and…".
"That's because I am pregnant you ginormous idiot", you interrupted and stormed out of the room.
You didn't have to even turn around to know that your husband and brother were now physically fighting. You heard a glass break and then you heard Gemma scream at them to cut that shit out or take it outside. When she entered the room alone, you knew they had moved their fight to the backyard. Normally you would try and get them to stop but they needed to get this out of their system. You sat with Gemma who offered you all sorts of advice on motherhood and managing the two goons fighting in the backyard. Eventually Gemma excused herself to head home and left you alone in the living room. About 20 minutes after she left you heard the back door slam and your brother walked into the room looking bloody and rather apologetic. He sighed, running his hands through his hair, and sat down on the couch next to you.
You looked up at him and asked, "My husband is still alive, correct Alex"? Tig smiles and wrapped an arm around your shoulders pulling you into his side.
"Of course he's still alive", the curly haired biker chuckled.
He looked down at you, suddenly becoming very serious. "I don't like the guy (Y/N), hell we'll always have our issues but as your brother, it's my job to protect you which now includes that baby growing inside of you so I can't take away that baby's father, no matter how obnoxious he is" your brother spilled.
Before you could interrupt he continued, "Listen obviously we've got a bunch of shit to figure out but I don't want you to think that I'm going anywhere baby sis. I'm always gonna be here for you". This was the moment that your husband rejoined the room and sat on the couch on your other side
"Baby, I know we've got a lot of shit to figure out with the baby on the way but this doesn't mean you're going to lose either of us not ever", he consoled you.
"Am I allowed to talk yet", you teased the two most important men in your life. "I've had plenty of time to think while you two were acting like children outside", you continued "I get that you two have your issues but when the baby comes, I won't have you acting like that around him or her". Both men nodded.
"I can't believe it. Damn whether a little boy or girl, a combination of the both of us", your husband chimed in with a smile.
"Oh wow can you imagine how much trouble we'd be in with a boy", you wondered out loud, "Between the club and everything plus he would definitely be a wild child. Alex and I practically drove our parents crazy when we were growing up".
Your brother laughed and responded, "Damn right we did (Y/N), but if you have a girl, that'll be hella time consuming since I'll have to murder any asshole that looks at her".
"I'll second that", Kozik called out. You laughed and shook your head, relieved that they were finally getting along. You clapped a hand on both of their knees as you went to stand up.
"Glad that you can both at least agree on murdering someone other than each other. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna get started on those dishes".
"Like hell you are", your brother shouted while he jumped up from the couch. "I'm gonna go do the dishes while you sit here and relax", Tig ordered.
"Yea and while he does that, I'm going to go run a bath for you and then I'll go pick up your medicine", your husband told you. He hopped up from the couch, gave you a quick peck on the lips, and ran off to get your bath started. You stood still for a moment while absentmindedly placing your hand on on your belly. You looked at the love of your life as he rushed to pamper you and take care of you. You then looked out at the kitchen at your twin brother and best friend who was scrubbing away at caked on food just so that you wouldn't strain yourself. You smiled down at your hand resting on your belly and laughed to yourself. This was certainly going to be a crazy adventure, but you were grateful to have your two favorite guys by your side.