Growing Together

TharnType: Plus One

Ever since they had left Sun's cafe, Type had been in a bad mood. Tharn, for the life of him, couldn't think of a reason as to why he would be so upset. His wife hadn't seemed to be that worried about Mork anymore. Heck, the two had even wandered off for a moment upstairs, so they could put Korn down for a nap. He had assumed that their private conversation had gone well since he had told him that he approved of Mork—though not in those exact words. However, on the ride home, his wife had kept on ignoring him and even headed straight into the nursery to put Korn down for bed, leaving him to wait in their bedroom until he returned.

As the hour passed, Tharn had showered and readied himself for bed, yet his wife hadn't come to their bedroom. Type was actively avoiding him, huh? Tharn had just sighed as he got out of bed to go look for him. They had been together for a long time and had their share of disputes to know they hated leaving these kinds of issues for another day. Whatever was bugging his wife, he wanted to know so they could get past it and sleep together. He didn't want to spend this break fighting with him.

He had walked down the few steps to their son's nursery to look for him, but Type wasn't there. He waited until he had closed the door back up before calling his wife's name, "Type?" He had moved down the long corridor to the other side of their home, carefully opening doors in hopes of finding him. All his wondering had led him downstairs only to find him sitting at the dining table nursing a mug in his hands.

"Honey, why didn't you come to bed?" Tharn had said carefully moving towards him. He had carefully pulled the chair out from beside him, afraid that the noise would wake up their son. He winced a little when he heard the legs screech against the floor. "Type?" He called again when his wife had not even turned to look at him. "You've been a little off since we left Sun's place. If it's because of something I said, I'm sorry. Believe me, the last thing I wanted was to hurt you," He said as his hand naturally had gone to rest against his wife's thigh.

However, the contact had not been welcomed by Type at all. He had simply pushed his hand away and moved further up in his chair. He had curled his legs up into the chair as he let out a long sigh. "I'm not mad at you P'..."

"How am I supposed to believe that when you've been giving me the silent treatment since we left the café?" Tharn had said with a small frown. He felt himself getting frustrated with his own words and even more so with Type's actions. But that hadn't lasted very long before Type was stretching his hand to grab onto his. That little touch had him calming down almost instantly, and curling his fingers around the much more delicate hand.

"When I took Korn in for his checkup, Dr. Pin said I didn't look okay so he insisted I get a checkup. He was afraid that perhaps I had developed Postpartum preeclampsia," Type said squeezing his husband's hands as a way to reassure him before he could begin to worry. "Yesterday, when I was with Mork upstairs, Dr. Pin called. It turns out it wasn't postpartum preeclampsia, but a baby."

It took Tharn a minute before he was stupidly said, "Wait...what?" For one, Type had not said anything about this checkup. He distinctively remembered him saying that Korn was healthy, a little chubby but that it was perfectly within the norm for a 6-month-old baby. This entire time he had been worried about it all on his own. He wanted to be mad at him for keeping something like that to himself, but the actual diagnosis was far too joyous for the anger to fully settle within him. "We are having another baby?" He grinned widely, not being able to contain his excitement as he pulled Type closer.

"Tharn!" Type had whined out in protest, despite doing nothing to stop his husband from switching him onto his lap. However, when Tharn had tried to kiss him, which he did protest with so much vigor. He had done his best to push Tharn's face away from him. He knew his husband and himself enough to know that if they kissed it wouldn't just be a kiss, and they were not done talking.

"But why did that have you so upset? Did you not want another?" Tharn asked once he had settled for kissing Type's palms.

"You know I do," Type said whipping his hands on Tharn's expensive shirt before he was leaning back against Tharn's chest. He had changed professions because he wanted to start a family. They had both been so focused on their careers and he was so grateful for all the support Tharn had given him in his dream to go pro. Tharn had even waited for him to decide when the right time was for them to have a family. So, having another baby was definitely the issue. "I've been so careless. These couple of weeks we have been going out drinking and meeting up with old friends...what if all that harms the baby?"

That had completely escaped him, but he understood why Type had been so upset. After all, ever since they had come home they had been constantly going out at night to meet up with their friends or they had been within Techno and Kengkla's company. "It's not your fault, Type. We didn't know." He said trying to soothe that look on his face, "Let's make an appointment with your doctor and check on the baby, hm?"

"I promise the baby's going to be okay," He tried to reassure before he was urging him to go to bed and get some rest.

*~*~*

The following day, they had dropped off Korn with Techno and Kengkla for the morning, while they had headed to the doctor's office. The amount of relief Type had felt hearing the professional assure him the baby was okay—though he recommended he stop drinking.

And when they had told their friends—and primary babysitters—about it, Techno had insisted they celebrate with tea and biscuits.

Type wasn't sure why, but he had even shared the news with his new friend, Mork.