It Started With a Vacation

Chapter Twenty

The sun filtering into your bedroom slowly woke you up. As you stretched, your mind questioned how you'd ended up here. Last you remembered, you were sitting with Codo on your couch, and you were quietly crying in his arms. He must have carried you in here after you fell asleep, before letting himself out. The question of why had you been crying popped into your mind, but it only lasted a few moments before your next thought shocked you fully awake.

A small gasp left you before you tossed the covers back and looked at yourself. Slowly, you trailed a hand over your stomach, but you didn't feel anything abnormal. Maybe you weren't as far along as you thought.

"Kriff, that's what I should have done," you mumbled to yourself, annoyed that you hadn't asked Nala Se to check how far along you might be. You let your head fall back again with a sigh, thinking about the days, weeks, months, and years ahead. The decisions that had to be made, the people who had to be told, the reactions you would get. It was more than you wanted to go through.

A knock on your door pulled you from your thoughts. You got up, heading out to open it before the guests let themselves in.

"Good morning our beautiful baby mama," Sans said, walking in and placing a kiss on your forehead, the action being repeated by Hex and Steele. "What will the three greatest uncles in the galaxy be making for your breakfast today?"

"Ugh, breakfast doesn't sound good," you said, a weird feeling coming at the thought of food.

"We're not going to let you go off without eating, y/n," Hex said, already in your kitchen area and grabbing things from the cupboard. "I'll tell you what. I'll make you something small, and if you feel like you can eat more, I'll make you something else."

"Alright," you grumbled, pushing down the rising feeling in your throat. Steele walked over to the couch and sat down, pulling you to lay down and rest your head on his lap.

"So, here's what we were thinking," he started. "In the scenario where you decide to go through with the pregnancy, you can keep leading us until you start to show significantly, or until you start to become exhausted during battles. Then, we can have two troopers with you at all times on Dohbar, switching out once a standard week. And if you decide to keep the baby and raise them, we can have one uncle at a time with you there, and when you're away, to keep the baby safe."

"Oh, we're also going to help you brainstorm names," Sans said. "I personally think naming them after your favorite trooper is the best option."

"What if they're a girl?" Steele argued.

"Names don't have genders," Hex countered. "Besides, I don't think any of us have baby worthy names."

"I for one think a tiny little Sans would be adorable."

"If anyone has a good baby name, it's Tie," Steele said.

"Yeah, well, I said name them after her favorite trooper," Sans said.

"If I keep my baby and raise it, I'm not naming my baby after any of you," you spoke up. "I love all of you dearly, but I don't think I'd name my baby after anyone."

"Yeah, I guess it's always a risk, in case you have some kind of fall out or something," Steele said.

"Maker, what are you making, Hex?" you asked, as the food's aroma wafted over to you. It increased the unsettled feeling in your stomach, and you swallowed hard to try to fight it.

"I'm making pancakes. I was going to make you a small one at first-"

"Steele, let me go," you rushed out, trying to sit up.

"Is everything okay?" he asked as he watched your sudden movements. You shook your head briefly before running to the bathroom. Sans immediately followed, and the other two exchanged a look before Steele joined you and Sans.