Late Night P1 | Rough Draft | fin

New Beginnings | 1 🔞

"No." You grab at Jake's hand and throw it off of your form.
"Absolutely not."

"What?" He asks so innocently and places it back as he pulls you into his chest.

"No. You're gonna get me pregnant again, and I can't deal with that." You have to reach down and pry his fingers individually off of your breast. "-We've already got two pregnancies, do you really want a third?"

"What are you talking about?" He cheeses, pressing his jaw into your shoulder.
"-I can't get you pregnant while you're already pregnant."

"You say that, but I know damn well you'd find a fucking way to manage it." You pull yourself up from the bed, and elect to sit at your desk while getting ready for the day.
"I'm social distancing from you for the next year."

"Aw, baby. Don't—-" Jake pushes himself up as he smiles so widely in your direction.
"-Wait, the next year?
Are you saying you want to keep this one, too?"

It's only been a week since then, and although it's not enough time to contemplate what you want - it's all you've got when it comes to future issues.

"I had a dream two nights ago."
And your playful mood changes to a frown, your hand pausing as you brush through the length of your hair.
"-he- he looked like you, Jake.
Same eyes and hair.. it's like my genes didn't even play a part in it.
He fit so perfectly in my arms." It's like you're daydreaming with the way you lift an arm up and bend it at your chest.
"They weren't very old... all three were playing together despite their differences. It's like it didn't even matter that he was human."

He knows you're struggling to let go of his human self. Desperately holding on to what you could of it.
Days were closing in on when he wanted to have the transfer done.

"Baby." He calls out as you look away, wiping at a tear or two with your wrist.
"Come here."

It's too painful to face it.

You were never going to be ready.

You come to sit with him, despite the embarrassment as your cheeks are soaked with tears now.

"I think this is why Eywa willed this." You admit. "She knew I would mourn a loss, so she gave me something to make up for it.
I'm... probably selfish for this but... I want to keep it. I want to see the pregnancy through. Both of them. Well, all three of them."

He pulls your face into his chest and holds you so dearly.
"I want you to know something.
I spoke with Mo'at for a while the day after we went to see her, just for some guidance.
I told her I wanted to wait til after the children were here.
So I could meet them.. as myself."

"Really?" You sob into his chest.

"Yes.
I didn't want you to go through this when we've got more important things to plan out.
So... I'm postponing it. for you - for our family."

His hand slips down to touch the top part of your abdomen and squeezes ever so gently as you kiss the side of his neck.

"So we're really gonna do this?" You rhetorically ask.
"We're gonna have two kids, and take on another. All due within months of each other? Three of them? And no idea what we're doing at all?"

"Even back on earth humans managed to raise triplets." Jake shrugs. "I'm sure we can do it."

"Oh, yeah, sure. We can do 'it' alright." You slide off the bed to stand from it. "Doing it is what got us in this mess to begin with."

He doesn't even respond, except for the pillow you feel suddenly hitting the back of your head.

"Hey!" You toss it back at him. "Ass.
Next time you're having the kids. through your avatar, and your human body."