Chapter 7: Wishing
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They watched together as the stick lay there.
Two minutes fifteen seconds.
She gripped his hand, their rings rubbing against one another. Her nightdress fell to her knees and her hair cascaded down her back, flowing freely. Her other arm gripped his as they stared intensely at the little screen.
Two minutes five seconds
Last week she had noticed the bloating. Three days ago, she noticed the nausea. Two days ago she found herself easily angered, they had participated in three arguments with one another. Yesterday she had confided in him of the happening stances. This morning at 2 she had awoken him in a slight panic, and they felt like they had to know.
One minute fifty seconds
When he first met her, he had never imagined this situation. The Ultimate Lifeform did not have hoped and dreams. He did not allow himself to. After he had realized he could love again, he became frightened. What weaknesses did it hold? How many people could be hurt by this weakness? But, she had convinced him that feeling a connection to his comrades was a strength.
One minute thirty-five seconds.
But what he felt for her was different than a teammate. He wanted to trust her completely. He wanted to comfort her. He wanted her to want to comfort him in the same way. She was so sweet. She genuinely cared about him and his well being. For the first time since Maria, his friends helped him see a better future. er optimism was fresh, her little quirks adorable. She admitted she cared for him as well.
One minute ten seconds.
The mobian custom of marriage was strange at first, but he came to understand it. Two years they had dated, not knowing exactly how, or what, they should do. He wanted a future with her, strange feeling as it was, but he learned to embrace it.
One minute.
Before the big battle that sent him into that coma, he had gripped her hands and pulled her into a hug, swearing to protect her, and that if things got rough, they would stay together. If he fell, he wouldn't allow her to get hurt as well. A wife. His wife. His partner. His love. He couldn't allow unnecessary harm to come to her.
Fifty Seconds.
He was a father. And it actually excited him to grow with his child. To take possession of another person and urge them to become a wonderful person, just like his wife. To watch their talents develop and form. To know they'll make a positive impact on so many lives. To struggle with them and carry burdens with them.
Forty Seconds.
Here the two were, staring at a testing stick at two in the morning in their night clothes wishing time would move faster. He suddenly felt sick. What if he had never allowed himself to become vulnerable? What if he turned out to not be a good enough mentor for them? What if he lost his memory again and hurt everyone, including his children?
Thirty Seconds.
Maybe he was not ready for this. He might never be ready. He was not ready to be responsible for another living being.
Twenty-five seconds.
His wife squeezed his hand. He was already responsible for two other people already. This wonderful woman would help him, and he would help her. They were a team. It was wonderful to realize that.
Fifteen seconds.
He found himself wishing that the little screen would say positive, that he and his wife and his son would add another member to their family. That their children would grow and do amazing things together. He found himself wishing yes. Wishing and hoping for the best result.
An answer appeared in the window.
Not Pregnant.
Wishing for a different answer.
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