Sorry for the wait...um...hope it's worth it!
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"Summer?" Seth called, stepping into the small dorm room.
"Cohen?" Summer whirled around and Seth noticed her lack of shirt. And her lack of pants. In fact, the only clothing present were the pink boyshorts that clung to her butt. He glanced at her chest before kissing her lightly on the forehead and pulling her close to him.
She pushed at his shoulder. "Let me put on a shirt," she said, picking up a gray t-shirt and pulling it over her head.
"How are you feeling?" Seth asked.
"Pregnant," she responded, shrugging.
"I was thinking about going out for breakfast," Seth mentioned. "Eggs and bacon appeal to you?"
"Oh, god," Summer said, putting a hand to her mouth as she headed for the bathroom. The next thing Seth heard were the sounds of Summer retching. He followed her into the bathroom, squatting down beside her, and taking her hair into his hands. He rubbed circles on her back until she finished throwing up. Then she stood and rinsed out her mouth, brushing her teeth quickly, before walking back to her bed and taking a seat, Seth following suit.
Seth hated pregnancy. He didn't dare voice it to Summer, because she would hurt him, or start crying, or something, but it definitely wasn't fun.
He felt bad that she was almost four months pregnant, and they still didn't live in the same building, much less the same room. Summer was always paranoid that the entire school knew, when not even anyone back home did. They'd avoided going home for Thanksgiving by saying they had a paper, but Christmas would be here in less than three weeks, and he was at a loss for ideas.
"Cohen," Summer said, sniffling. "My shirt doesn't fit."
"Oh. Why?" he asked, because he was distracted, and not thinking.
Summer glared, and threw the shirt she was holding at his head, looking dissapointed that it wasn't a rock. "Because you fucking made me fat!"
Seth smacked the shirt away and looked up at Summer. "You had no problem when I was getting you pregnant!" he responded.
"Whatever," she said, opening a dresser drawer and pulling out a bra. She slid the straps up her arms and clasped it behind her back. Turning around to face him, he noticed she was no longer sniffling, but instead, tears were falling from her eyes. "My bra doesn't fit either!" she complained.
"Hey," he said, coming over to her. "Hey, come on. That's not such a bad thing."
"Cohen!" she wailed. "Quit joking about this!"
"I'm sorry," he said seriously, looking her in the eye. He kissed the tip of her nose.
"Don't," she said, pushing him, and brushing his hand away from her chest.
Seth really hated pregnancy.
"Summer, come on! They're right there!"
"No." She looked around at the clothes scattered on her floor, and sighed. "Help me find a sweatshirt, or something."
Seth nodded, and looked down, whispering to her stomach, "Feel free to kick her in the bladder."
Summer shoved him a few feet over, and knelt on the floor, digging through the pile, and emerging with a hoodie that Seth recognized as his.
"It's not kicking yet anyway, Seth. You are out of luck."
"Well...grow It some feet then."
"It HAS feet!" Summer yelled, exasperated.
Seth squinted. "Really?"
"Yeah." Summer shook her head. "You need to be here more, Cohen. You're missing everything."
"I want to be. We need a place."
"I know," she said, almost sadly.
Seth squeezed her hand gently. "Are you ready for breakfast?" he asked.
"Breakfast," she said as her hand came to her mouth and she headed for the bathroom yet again.
"I guess not," Seth mumbled, following her into the bathroom.
When she finished throwing up, she didn't move from the bathroom floor so Seth got a damp washcloth and sat with her, gently touching it to her forehead. "I hate being pregnant," she moaned, leaning into him.
"I know," he said, kissing the top of her head. "Have you talked to Marissa recently?"
Summer snorted.
"I guess that's a no," Seth said. "Anyway, I think we've seen the end of Ryrissa."
Summer laughed. "Ryrissa? God, like, "LOL", Cohen!"
"Summer, don't say LOL."
Summer glared at him for a second before deciding that she cared more about making fun of Ryan and Marissa breaking up than she did fighting with Cohen over three dumb letters. "What happened?"
"I mean, saying it online is stupid enough, but saying it conversation is like-"
"With Ryan and Marissa."
"Oh. I think Marissa through a baseball at him, and it bounced back off the wall, and broke her nose, and he laughed a leeeeeetle too hard."
Summer missed the end of that sentance, do to the fact she was laughing a little too hard.
"Anyway, Marissa's nose is in splints, and she applied for a transfer to somewhere in Canada the next day."
"Cool. Let another country deal with her."
Summer pushed back her hair, after assuring herself that there was no barf in it. "I still have no pants."
Seth nodded. "No, you do not. I actually noticed that before, Summer."
Summer groaned. "How is it that all my jeans are too small in a week?"
"Speaking of weeks," Seth said, trying to act nonchalant, "Christmas break is coming up in a few."
Summer nodded. "I know," she said.
"I don't know what to tell my parents."
"Tell them whatever," she said. "But I am not going home."
"Sum-" he started.
"No," she said, cutting him off. She cast her eyes downward as she said, "I don't want your
parents to think I'm...a...slut."
"Summer," Seth said, taking her face in his hands and forcing her to look into his eyes. "You are not a slut. Okay? You're not."
Her eyes were big as she nodded the littlest bit.
"I love you," he told her, just because he hadn't said it in a while.
"I love you too," she mouthed, as he kissed her.
Seth pulled back, and flipped open his phone. Summer yanked on a pair of sweatpants as he dialed. "Hey, Mom, it's me. Um, I can't make it home for Chrismukkuh. Lots of college-type things to be done, so I'll call you again tonight. Oh, can you tell Summer's stepmom that she's not coming either? Um...bye."
"Cohen, you don't have to-"
"It's okay." He grinned awkwardly at Summer, who was beaming. "Come on. You have to at least eat something." At the word 'eat' Summer began turning green, and anxious to avoid another bathroom trip, Seth quickly said, "And we should also find a place. Right? We can go look, at least. Okay, Mrs. Seth?"
Summer nodded, and laughed a little. "Yeah," she said. "Okay."
"Okay," Seth repeated. He leaned forward and kissed her again. Suddenly, Summer pulled back, an astonished look on her face.
"Did you feel that!" she squeaked, eyes wide.
"Um...should I have?"
"Feel!" Summer grabbed his hand, and pressed it to the side of her stomach. Seth waited for a moment, and then gasped slightly. It felt like tiny bubbles were popping in Summer's stomach.
"Oh my god," he whispered.
Summer smiled. "Cohen, it feels so weird!"
He just stared at her. "You're amazing Summer, you know that?"
"Well," she said, thrown. She grinned softly. "Duh." The baby stopped kicking, and Seth pulled his hand away.
"Summer," he said, "that was awesome. And you're my wife. And...wow."
Things often took a while to hit Seth.
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New chapter...soonishly.
