❝ɪ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ꜱᴛᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ɢʀᴇʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏʟᴅ❞
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Steve and Billy have been together for about a good three years, and have never been happier. One night, They came home from dr...
Steve had his hand on his stomach and one on the toilet seat, that was up. God, he hated Morning Sickness, he had it threw his full first trimester, he hated it but he knew it would be worth it in the end. "Billy!" He hunched over the toilet and retched even more into the toilet. He felt a hand on his back. "Steve?" The older boy threw up more, retching until he couldn't do it anymore. "Oh my god." Steve finally said, Billy held his hair back. "I hate having this, How can I keep the babies and I fed when I can't take keep anything down?"
"It'll pass, Steve, it'll pass," Billy replied, rubbing circles on Steve's back. "Said the one who isn't carrying twins." Steve snapped back, rolling his eyes at the younger male. "I wish there was something I could do." "Yeah, shut up," Steve replied before he hunched over the toilet and started to retch again. "Oh my god, I hate this, God, I hate this." Steve croaked, "To the people who don't have morning sickness in the mornings are God's favorites." Billy laughed a little at him. "Don't laugh!"
~That whole week~ "Billy, pull over." "Why?" "Pull the fucking car over!" Billy pulled his car over, and Steve opened his door to throw up. "You should've said something." "Fuck you," Steve replied, throwing up more. "You did this to me." He closed his door. "God, I hate being so nauseous," Steve said, putting a hand to his head, while Billy rubbed his shoulder. "The twins are really doing a number on you, aren't they?" Billy said, the older male nodded, feeling like he got hit with a baseball bat. "Do you have a bag?" Where Billy grabbed a brown paper bag from the backseat. "Here you are." "Thank you." "Welcome," Billy replied, placing a hand on Steve's stomach. "You guys be nice to mommy." "Oh, shit, I'm going to be a milf." Steve replied. "Yep, A mom I would fuck." Billy answered back, laughing while Steve smacked him in the arm. "Ow, You got a good aim."
"Shut up and drive," Steve replied.
~Tuesday~
There was a knock on the front door. "I'll get it," Billy said.
"Good, I'm stuck in the bathroom," Steve replied.
Billy opened the door to be faced with Joyce. "Hello, Joyce, how are you?" He called Joyce since she probably knows what can be done to help Steve or what the older male could take to help his morning sickness. "I'm good, I hear you need my help." The older woman replied.
"Steve's sick, really sick." The younger male explained, "He can't keep anything down, I'm getting worried about him."
"Have you tried ginger?"
"No, Steve hates it, he wouldn't try it," Billy replied, "I've been forcing him to drink water, so, he doesn't get dehydrated, because he got dehydrated before and he ended up passing out and I had to rush him to the hospital." Joyce nodded while the younger male talked. "I was scared that we could've lost the twins, But they were fine, that's all that happened before you and Hopper came in."
Steve came out of the bathroom, whipping his mouth off with some toilet paper. "Hey, Joyce." He said, weakly, as he walked over to the table to sit down. "I'm sorry I took so long."
"You're fine, don't worry about it." Joyce informed, "I feel bad for you, I've been in your shoes before with both of my boys." Steve nodded. "Do you want anything?" Billy asked, knowing Steve wouldn't want anything, which was the normal answer from his lover. "No, If I eat anything, It will come right back up." The older male croaked.
"I think you should take him to the doctor to get him to check or to get him something to make him less nauseous." Steve nodded. "I'm suffering." Billy blinked back tears when his lover said that. "I wish I could take your pain away, Steve." The younger male said, choking back the tears. "Billy, It's okay, I...I just need something to help with my morning sickness." The older male replied. Billy nodded, knowing Steve will be just fine. "Everything will be fine." He kept reminding himself.
~That Wednesday~
Steve and Billy waited in the exam room while the doctors were looking threw Steve's bloodwork. Steve wasn't feeling too good, he was throwing up all morning and on the way to the doctor's, and he got sick in the restroom. "You alright, Steve?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, My stomach hurts." Steve replied, "It's probably from all the vomiting I did."
Billy nodded, hoping the doctor could help them. The door opened. "Billy, Steve, I'm Dr. Byers, You guys know my sister," The doctor said, "Well, It looks here, you're suffering from morning sickness?" She looked at Steve. "Yes." Steve replied, "I been getting sick a lot."
"Oh, okay, Let's see." The doctor informed, and she gently pressed on Steve's stomach. "Do you guys know what you're having yet?"
"Not yet, ouch."
"Okay, well, you don't have hyperemesis gravidarum, we tested you for that, you don't have it, but I if I were you, drink a lot of water and fluids, eat stuff that wouldn't make you sick, try to take it easy." Steve nodded. "Thank you." He replied.
"You're welcome." She left afterward. "Wait, Joyce has a sister?"
"It's probably her sister-in-law," Billy answered back. "See, I told you it was nothing to worry about." Billy looked at his lover. "I know, but I worry about you, Steve.' The older male nodded. "I know, you do." Steve got up from the exam table that he was laying on. "Everything's fine, it's a part of the pregnancy, It'll pass soon."
"I know it will, it's just I didn't want to lose you or the twins if there was something really wrong with you." They got into the car where Steve looked at Billy.
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"You need to chill," Steve replied, "Like seriously." Billy knew he was getting mad at him. "I swear to god, Billy, I swear to god!"
"What?"
"I'm tired of you, okay, I'm tired of you, you are so annoying and it's driving me insane!' He started to cry. "Stevey, I'm sorry."
"Don't fucking apologize!" Steve snapped, which scared Billy. "Look, I'm not going to deal with this, I'm pregnant and There I go again, crying and yelling at you for no reason." Billy rubbed his shoulder. "You're fine, don't be sorry, it's alright." The younger male informed.
Steve was still crying. "What can I do to make you happy?"
"Well, I am in the mood for tacos." Billy laughed. "Tacos it is."Steve smiled at him. "Thank you, I love you."
"I love you too, Harrington." The younger male said, "Even though sometimes, you are a pain in my ass."
