I do not own Bates Motel.

But, in some ways, I do own a Dylan. And I love him so much.

Yeah, Whatever

Dylan's Insatiable Ginger Girl

A common side effect of immunosuppressants is nausea.

A common side effect of first, second, and sometimes third trimester pregnancy is nausea.

Emma Decody Massett, unfortunately . . .

". . . uhhhhh . . ."

. . . was experiencing . . .

"Do you want me to call the doctor?"

"No, no, I'm fi- okay, no, I'm not fine. Just . . . just hang on a second."

. . . both.

"Would you, um, ask Dad to make me some ginger tea?"

"Yeah, sure."

And that's how it began.

Ginger tea . . .

"Steeped just right for you, baby girl."

"Thanks, Dad."

And it worked.

". . . uhhhh . . ."

For a while.

And Will Decody pulled aside his new son-in-law.

"Dylan, the corner drugstore carries a product called ginger chews. I think they might help Emma."

Dylan immediately reached for his coat, grateful to be of help.

"Yeah, I'm on it."

And . . .

"Oh, thank you."

. . . Emma Decody Massett was functional again.

". . . uhhhhh . . ."

For a while.

"Hang on, I'll make some tea."

"No, I-"

"Will's been showing me-"

"Dylan, just hand me the ginger root."

Dylan looked reflexively at the tree branch looking thing Will was teaching him to use to make ginger tea to ease Emma's lingering morning sickness.

"Emma, it's, like, a raw plant roo-"

Which she snatched right out of his outstretched hand and stuck straight in her mouth.

". . . uh, okay."

For six weeks, Emma Decody Massett, the frickin' warrior, was plagued by near constant nausea.

Ginger in all its various . . .

". . . oil on my stomach."

Don't think about sex, don't think about sex-

"You know if I wasn't so sick, this would make me think about sex."

I love you.

. . . forms followed trailing along in her wake.

Dylan didn't complain.

"Maybe the doctor can switch your meds?"

But he did try to help.

"No, I'm not taking a chance compromising my new lungs just because I have an upset stomach. It'll pass."

Emma, however, seemed unwaveringly, frustratingly confident.

"Well, maybe . . ."

Stubborn.

"It'll pass."

And since she was the most confident, most stubborn woman he had ever known and she seemed to know herself better than anyone, Dylan . . .

"Um, okay."

. . . did his best to be supportive.

". . . uhhhhh . . ."

While secretly fearing the strain on her relatively new . . .

I hope they sewed them in there tight enough.

. . . lungs would cause something bad to happen to her or the baby.

I love you, I love you. Just be okay, please. I love you.

And suddenly, without warning, one day, she was.

It simply stopped.

The morning nausea.

The afternoon nausea.

The evening nausea.

And . . .

"Dylan? Where's the leftover pumpkin loaf?"

"Dylan, have you seen the chocolate chip cookies?"

"Dylan, can we go out and split a burger?"

"Dylan, have you ever tried kale?"

"Dylan . . ."

. . . another phase of pregnancy began.

One that, though should have been a vast improvement over ginger saturated nausea fest she had been suffering from.

"Didn't the doctor say something about sudden, extreme hunger being a symptom of gestational diabetes?"

But for a while, worried Dylan just as much.

She nodded around a mouthful of sweet potato hash.

"Yes, that's true. But it's also a sign of pregnancy."

Dylan shuffled a little, trying to remain nonchalant.

"Well, can we check?"

She smiled.

"Yes, of course. It's a good idea."

She paused then her beautiful face lit up like the sun.

"Oh, and there's a great Chinese takeout next to the hospital too!"

The bloodtest revealed she was fine.

"Yay, told you!"

And the egg rolls were pretty good too.

To say Emma ate all the time would be an understatement.

Anytime she was conscious she seemed to be hungry.

And Dylan was relatively certain she dreamt of food . . .

". . . Mexican cheese, Dad . . ."

. . . while she slept.

She never ate much, her immunosuppressant-ed stomach wouldn't allow it, pregnant or not.

She grazed, nibbling along to her heart's content.

Healthy vegetables and fruits. Hearty breads and proteins.

Junk food and sweets and teas and milks and juices.

All in the name of biology and hormones and growing the best baby in the world.

She gained a proper amount of weight as each step along the way.

Though still at the lower end of the scale, thanks to the daily immunosuppressants.

And Will and Dylan found themselves nibbling along . . .

"If we keep eating behind her like this, we're the ones who will have to go on diets when she has this baby."

. . . after her.

"Wonderful, isn't it?"

Will grinned.

And Dylan returned it.

"Absolutely."

Also along with an insatiably ravenous appetite for any and all food, Emma's second trimester of pregnancy also included . . .

"Dylan, you've been so great while I've been sick."

"Yeah, sure, of course."

"And I was thinking we could-"

Words trailing off, lips kissing openly seductive trails along his receptive skin.

Oh.

But still not wanting to be that guy.

"Wait, Emma, I don't want you to if you're not feeling up to it."

Sweet smile, reassuring

"I am now."

A wandering hand, touching him just right.

"Unless you're not up for it."

Seriously?

I mean, hello.

I am now.

. . . an insatiably ravenous hunger for Dylan . . .

Heyyy . . .

. . . as well.

"Uh, Emma, are you sure we won't hurt the baby? Scare it or something?"

"Positive. Now come here."

Okay.

Wow.

Not being gross or crazy but yeah, this is seriously how pregnancy is. And I should know. I've been through three of them. Two in twenty-two months and boy, wasn't that a trip amd a half, ha!

So anyway, yeah.

Thanks to Lana Brown for reviewing!