The ride to the Zuzu City clinic was a long one. Sure, they could have easily just gone to Harvey's clinic, but Sebastian thought otherwise. See, there was the chance he'd run into Maru, who would then tell Robin, who'd tell Jodi who'd tell Caroline who'd tell Abigail, who'd tell Sam. And Sebastian just wasn't in the mood to deal with that quite yet.
"But wouldn't you have to tell your mom eventually?" Luna had asked.
"Yes, but I'm not ready to deal with her smothering yet."
In all honesty, he was mostly just uncomfortable with the idea of being the center of attention. This was the same guy who just wanted to elope privately rather than have a huge wedding ceremony of course. His wife (then fiancé) Luna and his mother had other ideas of. They eventually came to a compromise; a small summer beach wedding with only their closest friends and relatives.
It took much convincing on Luna's part to take the motorcycle to the city.
"I'll be fine Seb, I'm not even big yet."
"We could just take my mom's car."
"Wouldn't she be suspicious about why you'd want to take her car to the city in the middle of the week?"
"Um…"
"And this early in the morning too?"
"Umm…"
And that's how they ended up taking the bike to the Zuzu City Clinic. The waiting room was eerily silent, save for the sound of a clock on the wall that was an hour behind. The air was thick with the artificial smell of an air freshener. Sebastian sat near a water cooler, leg bouncing as he played a game on his phone. Meanwhile, his wife Luna refused to sit, deciding to stand by the door, staring a hole into the carpet. She was a bundle of nerves, and she was trying her hardest not to pace.
Finally, a middle-aged man with a white coat and name-tag entered the room, clipboard in hand.
"Mr. and Mrs. Berry?" He called, eyes searching the room.
"That's us!" Luna nudged her husbands' knee as she adjusted her purse. He only grunted in response as he stood to his feet placing his phone and hands into his pocket.
Luna stared at the ultrasound pictures in pure awe. The doctor only confirmed what they already knew. She was indeed pregnant. Four weeks in fact. The baby was the size of a grain of rice and could barely be seen in the pictures, but that didn't stop Luna's eyes from lighting up at them.
She had taken a lot of pregnancy pamphlets and was reading up on everything she could get her hands on. They were both exhausted by the time they got home, both laying on the couch in the living room, TV playing a re-run of Queen of Sauce.
Sebastian had his head resting on Luna's chest, eyes closed, breathing even. She tried to get a quick nap in too, but her excitement won out and she went back to reading the pamphlets. The one she was currently reading was titled "What to Expect During Your First Trimester."
Her stomach growled and she grimaced in embarrassment. Letting the pamphlet fall to the floor, she patted her husband's head in a weak attempt to wake him up.
"Seb, I'm hungry and you're heavy."
His eyelashes fluttered; the telltale sign he wasn't sleeping. She scoffed in mock annoyance.
"Sebastian! I have to make dinner. Aren't you hungry?"
"Just get a pizza from the saloon." He groaned.
"Well one of us will still have to move."
There was a silence at this realization before Sebastian got up with an unsatisfied moan.
"Alright. I'll go get it." He stretched before standing to his feet. Before he could collect his thoughts there was a knock at the door. He looked over to Luna who looked equally as surprised.
"You weren't excepting someone?" He asked and she shook her head.
He made his way over to the door, opening it just a crack, a familiar mop of blond hair there to greet him.
"Sam?"
"Seb!" Said the blond, shoving open the door as he entered the house, "Where have you been? I've been calling you all day!"
Just then a flash of purple was seen at the front door, head poking into the house.
"Hey, Luna!" Said the mop of purple.
"Hey, Abby. Hungry?"
"Starving."
"About to go pick up a pizza. Wanna come?"
"Sure."
Without another word, Luna walked over to the door, giving a quick kiss to her husband's forehead, and disappearing out the door, Abigail in tow.
Sam didn't seem to miss a beat, sitting in one of the chairs in the living room.
"It's Friday." He simply said, and Sebastian suddenly understood.
Right. Pool night.
"It uh… slipped my mind."
Sam simply shrugged, "It's fine. You usually don't show if something's up, and you weren't answering so I just wanted to check on ya."
Sebastian stretched, trying to shake off the last bit of sleep. "Gonna make coffee. Want anything?"
"Got any Joja Cola?"
Sebastian rolled his eyes. He was convinced his friend was the only person in all of Pelican Town who enjoyed that trash they called a drink, "I doubt it, but I'll check."
Sebastian went into the kitchen, turning on the coffee maker before opening the fridge. It was practically empty. Time for some grocery shopping. Coincidentally, there was one can of Joja Cola. Just as he was about the reach for it, the sound of his name caused him to jump, hitting his head inside the fridge.
"Shit, Sam." He grumbled, heading to the living room, head sore.
"Seb!" Sam sounded almost frantic.
"What?"
Without words, Sam shoved a piece of paper in his face and it took Sebastian a minute or two to figure out what it was. His eyes widened in realization. What to Expect During Your First Trimester was written in thick bold colors, a stock photo of a generic-looking couple smiling at each other holding a pregnancy test. Oh right, the pamphlets. He forgot about those.
Sam was looking at Sebastian with wide eyes, practically vibrating with unanswered questions.
"Is she—?"
"Yeah…" Sebastian rubbed the back of his neck. No point hiding it.
Sam's face lit up, "Really? How long? Boy or girl? I hope it's a girl! When's she due?"
"Four weeks. Too early to tell. Sometime in October, maybe?"
"Oh-em-gee!" Sam threw his arm around Sebastian's shoulder, "Congratulations! Imagine! A tiny Seb or Luna!" He gasped, "They can call me Uncle Sam!"
"Just…" Sebastian rubbed his neck, cheeks red in embarrassment. "Keep this between us okay? We're planning on telling everyone but… give us time, okay?"
Sam nodded his head so vigorously; Sebastian was surprised his friend didn't get whiplash.
"No problem, my lips are sealed." He motioned locking his lips and throwing away the invisible key with his fingers. "But man! This is exciting!" He wiped away a fake tear, "My babies are growing up! I'm so proud!"
Sebastian rolled his eyes, a ghost of a smile decorating his features. "Whatever Sam." He gently punched his friend in the arm.
The boys were interrupted by the squeak of the front door, and a soft "I've brought food!" From Luna. The small girl was carrying two boxes of pizza, while Abigail had a six-pack of beer. Sam had rushed over, grabbing the boxes of pizza and carrying them over to the kitchen table.
"Lemme help you with that Luna!" He exclaimed, giving her a not so subtle a wink.
"Oh!" Luna let out a soft surprised gasp at the kind gesture, "Thank you, Sam."
Abigail raised an eyebrow at her blond companion, "You seem to be in a good mood."
Sam shrugged nonchalantly, but his sparkling eyes betrayed him, "I'm always in a good mood for pizza."
Luna eyed Sebastian, and he gave her his "I'll tell you about it later" look.
The rest of the night was full of pizza, laughs, and a game of Smash Bros. The only game Sam and Sebastian seemed to be equal, every match being extremely close, both winning and losing a few matches. A few empty beers, rematches, and pizza slices later, Sam and Abigail gave their goodbyes to the couple. As said couple were washing dishes together, Sebastian told Luna about how Sam knows.
"And you said I'm bad at keeping secrets." She snorted.
"Technically, this is on you." He said almost smugly.
"What?" She arched an eyebrow, both curious and confused.
"You left the pamphlet on the couch, so technically he found out because of you."
With a mock gasp, Luna flicked some dishwater at her husband, "That's such a reach!"
"But I'm right!" He shielded himself from her watery assault with a plate.
She rolled her eyes and bit back a smile, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of getting a giggle out of her, deciding instead to throw more bubbles at him.