Drabble 17: Look.

"Does this shirt make me look fat?"

"Did you actually just say that?"

"Does it?" She frowns, running a hand over her stomach. Henry sighs, coming over to wrap arms arms around her and lay his hands on her still-quite-flat tummy.

"Nat, that's not fat. That's a child. There's a difference." He chuckles, but she sighs.

"I know." Natalie grumbles, throwing the hanger on the floor and trudging to the bed. He sighs, unsure of whether or not to comfort her. She's… less than thrilled with the end result of their intimacy last month. 'The one fucking day,' She had cried, 'The one fucking day I forget the pill!'

He doesn't like to think about that morning, but his mind doesn't care.

She woke him up while she was running to the bathroom.

"Hmm… Nat? You okay?" He mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

"Fucking.." She coughed violently, stomach wrenching again, "peachy." At this, he stumbled over, turning away, but holding her hair. Nat coughed, spat, and raised her head, taking his hand to help her up. "I have no idea where the hell that came from…" She mused as she brushed her teeth, "I'm gonna lay down."

He nods, slinging an arm around her waist and helping her back to bed.

"Henry..?" She mumbled into the pillow as he climbed into bed, "I'm hungry now."

"Mmm, I'll make you breakfast in an hour, babe. Let your stomach settle."

"But I'm really hungry… could you make tacos?" She asked, drumming her fingers on his chest.

"Nat… it's 7AM. And, you hate tacos."

"I know… weird, right? I've been… craving a lot of… um…" She trailed off, looking confused, "Where's the calender?"

"Hmm? In the kitchen, where it always is." He replied, twisting her hair around his finger. She got up, padding to the kitchen in nothing but his old plaid button-up. Her fingers trace down to the date and she pales.

"Henry? I'm going out. I'll be back later." She walked back into the room quickly, pulling on panties and jeans and then she was gone, leaving a confused Henry in her wake.

He waited an hour before he realized they're out of milk, so after twenty minutes he came home to find his wife in a heap of blankets on their bed, eyes red and her entire figure shaking. She squeezed her eyes shut, whispering to herself as if to drown something out.

"Natalie?" He asked, quietly walking over to sit on the bed beside her, sweeping a few stray curls from her face. He'd dealt with this before, countless times, but this time seemed different.

"N-no.." She whispered, eyes shut and voice shaking. He began to untangle her from the blankets, finding something clutched in her hand.

"Nat, what's this?" He asked slowly, uncurling her fingers one by one, but she grabbed it away.

"I…" She blinked, shaking her head and waking from her thoughts, "Wait… what?" Natalie questioned, but suddenly she caught sight of the test in her hand and burst into tears. "I f-forgot the fucking pill!" She cried, throwing the test across the room. Henry's brain clicked and his hand immediately fell to her stomach.

"You're… you're not… are you?" He didn't know what to say, heart catching in his throat.

"I don't w-want… it. I DON'T WANT IT, HENRY." She screamed as she smacked his hand away and pulled up the blankets.

"You don't..?" He asked softly, taking her hand, "Then, we can look at, um… options." Henry's heart broke as he spoke; he'd always wanted a family with Natalie.

"I can't… I can't do that." She whispered, "What if I end up like m-my mom? I can't… kill my own ba-…" Natalie reached out her arms to him, tears streaming down her face, "…H-Henry…"

He immediately crushed her in a hug, kissing her forehead, "I love you and I love whatever's happening down here." Henry rubbed his hand over her stomach, unable to stop from blurting, "Nat, we're gonna be parents."

She hiccuped something of a laugh, "…yeah. Can you imagine us r-raising a baby?"

"Yeah, I can. You'll be a great mom, Natalie." He kissed her temple and she laid there, limp in his arms, "…I'm going to be a dad…"

And with those words, images of Henry taking their child for walks in the park on his shoulders, of the first day of school with their curls everywhere and refusing to brush them, of herself, round-bellied and feeling their child kick around inside of her, overtook her. Her and Henry's child. Their piano-crazy, curly-haired baby.

She smiled.

"I love you."

"I love you, too, 'Mommy'." He winked.

They sat, imagining their new life quietly for a long time.