The Light in Your Eyes ✔️ (Sequel to Troubled)

Chapter 9

Okay so I forgot to mention this, but right now it is late December in the story, and I am going to do what an author of a Percabeth story did. Her name is @TheAmazingGracie I think... Yah that's it. So her story is called 'Percabeth five years later' and you guys should read it. I was obsessed for like ever and I still reread it a lot when I need ideas for this story. It was also the first fanfiction I read that didn't suck horribly, it was really really good and I enjoyed it, and still enjoy it. But anyways just wanted to do a Disclaimer there, but none of yall really care, but I'm basically going to write kind of like a little one shot for each month, and they will be dramatic and fluffy, and mostly filled with our beloved stressed, hormonal, annoyed, hungry, and hardworking Katie Stoll. But anyways no one cares, so let's actually go to the story now ☺️☺️:
4 MONTHS AFTER THE WEDDING AKA THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER OR TWO(December)...
Katie POV:
I wake up to an extreme pain in my stomach. I spring up from our bed, trying not to wake my husband, but I fail, and run to our bathroom as quickly as I can and puke my guts out for 30 minutes straight. About a few minutes in, I feel a hand pulling my hair out of my face, and another hand rubbing and patting my back, and my husbands soothing words. I finally feel the pain go down, but the world is still spinning. I sit up and look into Travis's eyes.
"Honey, are you okay? We should probably take you to the doctor later on today." He says quietly

"Ugh, just let me rest first, and let the color come back to my face, and let me have a shower. And make me breakfast." I say, feeling like I'm drunk.

"Of course, any thing for you Katie Kat." He replies.
Then he helps to clean me up a little bit and picks me bridal style, and sets me on the bed and pulls the covers over me, and then leaves to make the bacon and biscuits. As soon as he closes the door behind him, I jump out of bed and crawl to the bathroom. I close the door and sit on the ground. Then I reach out to my personal drawer, and pull out a blue box with bold yellow lettering.

The next thing I know I am staring at a little stick with a green plus sign on it with tears of joy, surprise, excitment, but also fear, rolling down my cheeks. I try the pregnancy test a few more times, and they are all positive. That means I am pregnant. There is an unborn child in my belly. Travis and I will be parents. Oh gods... TRAVIS. I have to tell him, but what if he doesn't want the baby? What if he hates me and our child? What if he throws me out on the street? No. No, no, no, no. Katherine Stoll, he loves you, and you have discussed how wonderful it would be to be parents multiple times. He will want the baby. You will still have your amazing prankster husband. Everything will be fine. You will have a mini Stoll or 2 running around the house in the matter of a about a year. And you will have a happy fami- My thoughts are cut off by hearing a door open in our room and my husband calling out my name softly. I quickly stuff the tests in my pockets, put away the box to remove all evidence, and scramble out of the bathroom as quick as I can manage with a wave of pain surging through my stomach.

I give Trav a tight smile, hoping he won't see my pain, but as always, my plans fail.
"Katie dear, you know good and well that won't work on me, I can see your hurting. Now you sit down and eat your breakfast as you tell me what's up." He says, and gives me the 'don't-lie-because-it-won't-work' glare. Gods I hate it when he does that. I just give in because it can only go up hill from here, so might as well. I sigh a big sigh.

"Well, it's probably just morning sickness, but we don't have to go the doctor beach use it will be fine and-" I start, but am cut off by my freakishly annoying, overprotecting, and caring husband.

"Kit Kat," he warns "get to the point." I bite my lip, and think about what I will say.

"The point is that it was just morning sickness and I don't need to go to the doctor because I am perfectly fine!" I wail exasperatedly. He sighs and props up his head with his arm.

" I think there is more than just that to this story Katherine," I wince when he says my real name. "Now spill and don't lie." He adds.

"Well, I... Erm, you see..."

"Oh just spit it out honey!"

"TravisI'mpregnantandithurtsandit'sscaryandidon'tknowwhattodopleasehelpme!"

"Say that one more time, I couldn't understand."
I take a shaky breath as I feel my eyes filling with tears.

"Travis, I am pregnant with our first child and I don't know what to do." I say, looking into his concerned eyes.
Then they grow bigger than saucers.

"YOU ARE WHAT??!!!!" He yells. I wince and turn away, handing him the little plastic sticks for proof.

"I-I'm sorry. I sh-should probably go n-now..." I mumble quietly.

"Oh! No no no no no, this is fantastic! I'm going to be a father! Your going to be a mother! We are gonna be parents! We are gonna have a family! This is amazing! I can't believe it!" He exclaims. I can't help but giggle a little bit at his sudden outburst, but the feeling goes as quickly as it came. I'm scared, what if the baby doesn't live, or I die after giving birth? What if I am a bad mother? I feel tears slide down my cheeks silently. My what ifs are interrupted by Travis's arms wrapping around me and stroking the back of my head softly.
"Sshhhhhhh" he whispers"everything will be fine. We will be amazing parents, now please don't cry so we can fantasize dreamily about our unborn son or daughter." He says quietly.

I can't help but giggle a little bit, which turns into a full fledged laugh attack. Gods, these hormones are weird. I've been like this for a few days now, but I just expected I was gonna start my period soon. NOPE! I'm not gonna have my period for 9 long, hard, hormonal, crazy months!!!! Oh gods, I am truly going insane...

"Okay, let's eat our breakfast." I say, and pick up my scrambled eggs with my hands and shove it all in my mouth, gulping it down after chewing it three times.

"Okay... Uh Katie, maybe you wanna use your fork-" he starts

"FI YON'T HAVE FO USH RY FORF FIF FI YON'T RANNA!!" I screech with a mouthful of eggs.(translation: I don't have to use my fork if I don't wanna!!)

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!"

"That's right, now let me eat my breakfast in peace before I throw you off the balcony" Ok, I know I don't mean it, but he is starting to irritate me a lot.

"I'll just leave you here then." He starts to get up, but I grab his hand and look at him with my pleading green eyes.

"No honey, I didn't mean leave, I meant stop being annoying. I want your company, now sit, and remember I still love you." I say.

He hesitates, but then sits down next to me and puts one arm around my waist, and the other rubs my soon-to-be-ginormous belly. I snuggle up to him and he kisses me for a little bit. My lips probably taste like eggs and. Barf, but he keeps kissing me anyways. I pull away, feeling another surge of panic and feel my eaten eggs creeping up my throat. I scramble out of Travis's grasp and puke once again. I sigh inwardly. This is going to be a hard pregnancy.