Way Back Home

The Idea of It

Helmut's POV
We talk until y/n says she needs to go to bed. I forget that we have a bit of a time difference when we talk sometimes, though she said it was a lot bigger when she was here. While it's midnight for her, it's only seven at night for me.

Something hits my face and I look at my door way to see Lila pointing a nerf gun at me before she giggles and runs away.

"Sorry," Clint laughs as he comes into the door way, another nerf gun in hand.

"They've sure got your aim," I chuckle.

A dart hits him in the neck.

"Yep," he laughs again, "how's y/n?"

"She's alright," I sigh, "she said she felt a bit nauseous at one point but that she was fine."

"Nauseous?" Laura asks as she comes in the room.

"Yeah," I nod, "that's been happening a lot lately."

"Is she pregnant?" She leans against my desk.

Pregnant?
I hadn't thought of that.

"I don't know," my head runs with thoughts.

We had sex, plenty of sex.
Maybe she is.
But if she is, is it mine, or did she sleep with someone while she was back home?

No.
She wouldn't do that.

"Maybe she should do a test," Laura suggests, bringing me out of my thoughts.

"Maybe," I agree.

Should I bring it up to her tomorrow when she calls?

"You coming down for dinner?"

"In a bit."

"Kay."

They leave and tell their kids to hear to the dinning room while I sit on my bed still thinking.

I might be a father.

I grin to myself.

I might get to have a little Baron or Baroness.
Or maybe even both.

If she is pregnant.

I like the idea of it.

I wonder what we would name them.   

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Y/n's POV
I wake up to the need to puke and run to the bathroom.  I upchuck my dinner, the ice cream, everything I ate last night.

Did I eat something bad?

I stand back up and flush the toilet when I'm finished and go to the sink to rinse my mouth out. I brush my teeth again too, to get rid of the taste.

I'm still a bit nauseous.

I open up the medicine cabinet and grab the pill bottles but my hand freezes.

My eyes shift to the Midol beside it.

When did I last take Midol?

Last month right?

No.

Month before?

No.

The last time I took Midol, I was with Helmut.

Two months ago.

Holy fucking shit.

I run back to my room and scramble for my phone.