A/N: Many thanks to Phish Tacko for beta'ing this!
Ch. 29
Soon after Gilbert got back from his exam, Becky returned home from work. He was cooking dinner when she walked in.
"Hey," She greeted him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "How'd it go today?"
"The doctor said everything's normal so far," He replied, turning the stove off. He put the chicken he'd made on a plate.
"That's great, I'm glad to hear it."
Gilbert smiled at her, and the two sat down at the table.
"Tommy's sleeping," Gilbert said.
"I figured. It's nice to have a dinner alone for once."
"It is," Gilbert agreed.
"Are you excited, though? You seem kinda out of it," Becky told him.
"I guess I was just thinking of my family before."
Becky frowned. "About your parents?"
"Mm-hm. I miss them."
"It's too bad they're not around to meet their grandchildren," Becky said softly.
Gilbert sighed. It just hit him, right then, that his parents really were never coming back.
"I wish they were here."
"I do too. For your sake."
The two continued eating in silence.
As Gilbert finished, Tommy started crying.
"I'll go take care of him," Becky said, standing up. She could tell that Gilbert was still upset.
"Thanks."
Once Gilbert was sure that Becky was out of the room, he stopped holding back and let himself cry as well.
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After several moments of crying, Gilbert finally calmed down a bit. For some reason, instead of feeling drained, he actually felt really hungry. He had no idea why. He could hear Becky reading Tommy a story, and noticed that there was still some food from dinner left, so he helped himself to some more food.
He noticed as he ate, he felt better. It was odd, but Gilbert didn't fight it. He just continued to eat. Soon enough he'd finished everything he'd cooked for dinner, and was searching through the fridge for more.
He found some leftover Chinese food that still seemed good, and started on that.
After finishing the Chinese food – both his, and Becky's leftovers – Gilbert started to feel a bit sick. Yet for some reason he still wanted to eat. And since eating was making him feel better mentally, he decided that he might as well just do what he wanted. He was pregnant, anyway. People would expect him to eat more than before.
He found some cookie dough in the fridge and tore the package open, eating the contents absentmindedly as he leaned on the counter. He hadn't really expected to finish the whole thing, but he managed to do so. Now he was really starting to feel bad. Two small bags of chips later, and he was finally done. He cringed, looking at the mess he'd created. There were food cartons, open packages and bags all over the table. Besides that, his stomach hurt. Gilbert didn't really want to clean it all up. Sighing again, he leaned back and rested a hand on his stomach. It was pressing out against his jeans, so he unbuttoned them to make himself more comfortable. At least he didn't feel like crying anymore. That was one good thing.