Reformation

10: Pregnancy Blues

After that whole fiasco, I still couldn't sleep, but Ryan could.

I snuck back into our plane and back into Ryan's arms. I laid awake for an hour, until I finally got drowsy and dozed off.

I woke up to the baby's soft kicking. My eyes felt like they were being pulled down by weights, but the baby seemed bright eyed and bushy tailed. I sat up and stretched my back, then shuffled over to the flight attendant's station and found a box of Cap'n Crunch. I couldn't find a bowl and milk was scarce so I just munched on the dry cereal. I stopped myself from eating half of the box, even though my stomach still rumbled.

I heard someone knock on the door and Ryan woke up, lazily taking out his gun. "Are you expecting someone?" He said groggily.

I took out my own pocket knife and opened the door slowly. Conner stood outside, bags under his eyes.

"Sorry it's early." I opened the door all the way. "I just wanted to thank you for last night. Without you, we might not have Crystal right now." Seriously, Conner, Carly, and Crystal. They couldn't have named her something like Arizona? Or anything not starting with a C?

"No problem. I know how I would feel if it were me." I smiled.

Ryan's hand was on my shoulder. "What happened last night?" He asked.

Conner smiled. "Carly went into labor and Arizona helped us get her to Kessler, sleepy head." He talked to Ryan like he was a child. I could feel Ryan getting angry behind me. "Anyway," Conner took out a small jar of pickles and handed it to me. "They were Carly's favorite while she was pregnant."

"Oh thank you. You didn't have to." Actually, if he didn't get me a gift I probably would've stolen something from their plane, and I wanted my wheelchair back.

"And feel free to come and visit any time." He smiled and starting walking back to the building.

I closed the door and turned around to face Ryan, his eyebrow was cocked. "What happened while I was being a 'sleepy head'?"

I unscrewed the lid of the jar and plucked out a long pickle. "I couldn't sleep, I heard her screaming, and I gave her the wheelchair, which you should go get for me." I took a bite.

"What happened to laying low?"

"I thought we said we weren't doing that after you got yourself drunk....twice. Besides, they would've passed our plane just as she couldn't walk anymore and you would've had to deliver the baby, sleepy head, I think a short walk to Kessler's office was the reasonable decision."

I walked over to one of the chairs and sat down. Standing gave me worse back pains.

Ryan sighed. "That's it, you're too nice."

I laughed. "Yeah, let's go with that." I muttered as I plucked another pickle from the jar.

The next week, I was officially off work. I was so weak and fatigued all of the time. The kicks and punches I was getting from the baby were getting uncomfortable but it was better than not knowing the baby was there at all.

One day, I was sleeping when I heard a loud boom, like an explosion.

I woke up and looked out the window, the wall separating the forest from the runway was smoking, a gaping hole in its side.

I untangled myself from the blankets and saw that it was two thirty, Ryan was with the council. I looked out the window again and saw people rush over to try to stop the fire. A man with a bucket of water didn't see a creeper lurking behind him, it lunged and took a piece out of his arm. I pressed my lips together and looked away. All I did was watch the fire lick at the wall, I knew I couldn't help, I shouldn't help. I could get hurt. But I didn't want to stand here and do nothing.