The Hamptons' House

2000: Part 3

You had seen Kurt off by yourself that morning - not that you minded much. Tony had been drinking heavily and stayed up late, so while he stayed in bed recovering, you took your vitamins and drank some tea by the pool while your morning sickness settled. It gave you a little bit of extra time to keep the pregnancy to yourself.

Rhodey had shown up before Tony was up, and by the time he finally dragged himself out of bed you and Rhodey had caught up on just about everything that had happened to the two of you in the past three years.

You took the first day pretty easy. Mostly just hanging out by the beach. Tony drank pretty steadily through the day and when he passed out on the sand, you and Rhodey took the opportunity to bury him and make a mermaid sculpture around his body.

You didn't know why, but you had been dreading telling him you were pregnant. You worried he'd panic and reject you, or it would change the atmosphere of the week you were spending together. You knew it wouldn't stay a secret though, you were in the midst of your worst morning sickness and you knew that at least one of the mornings you woke up sick, or having some random smell setting you off, he'd at least question it. Still, you didn't quite dare to tell him.

The following morning you woke up to Tony's beard tickling your neck and his erection grinding against your ass. You hummed and reached back, running your fingers through his hair and a wave of nausea washed through you.

"Sorry," you said, jumping out of bed and dashing into the bathroom. You just managed to reach the toilet and dropped to your knees in front of it, emptying your stomach. Tony appeared behind you, and leaned against the wall, with his arms folded.

"You better not be getting sick," he teased before crouching down behind you and rubbing your back.

"Don't worry, it's not contagious," you said.

Tony scowled, his hand frozen in place on your back. "I hope that wasn't your way of telling me you have cancer."

You felt terrible for worrying him like that. Unfortunately, that was when another bout of nausea hit you and you started heaving into the toilet bowl again. Tony rubbed your back soothingly, the look of fear still plastered on his face. When you finally stopped retching you sunk onto the floor and leaned your head against the wall.

Tony flushed the toilet and looked at you.

"I'm pregnant," you said.

He visibly relaxed, letting out a breath and sitting down beside you. "God, I'd never expected to feel relieved hearing that someone I was fucking was pregnant."

You rubbed his leg and leaned your head on his shoulder. "Why'd your head go to cancer?"

He shook his head. "I don't know. Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant?"

"I don't know," you said with a sigh. "I guess I thought it might freak you out and then the rest of the week would be awkward and weird."

Tony nodded. "I guess I can see why you might think that. Kurt knows?"

"Yes," you said. "It was planned. But you know what I have with Kurt is different. I have some ground rules to stay safe. He trusts me."

Tony chuckled. "I hate how much I like your husband."

You laughed and took his hand, linking your fingers with his. "I know."

He started playing with your wedding ring, running his thumb over it as he looked down at your hand. "Your wedding was nice. Different. But simple. It suited you."

"Thanks," you said. "I had fun. I'm glad you came."

"I did debate it," he admitted. "I want you to be happy. And I do like him. But I'm not gonna lie. I kept thinking it should have been me. That baby should have been mine."