Standing By

Avi

I felt hot tears fall down my cheeks. I jolted awake, wiping my cheeks with the back of my hands. Kirstie came home last night saying the agent set up doctors appointments to see how we're doing physically. They will tell Kirst if she can have children. Her mother had trouble having kids: five miscarriages. As for the others, I'm in the dark as of what they will need. The agent with no neck (just a straight line from his head to shoulders) escorts us in a dark SUV. We arrive at a military base, armed soldiers protecting us at every angle. Kirstie steps into the doctors office. The minutes pass by like years, and Kirstie leaves the room, tear streaks forming down her face.
"Avi, your turn. Then we have to leave early."
I oblige. The doctor's visit is excruciatingly boring. He lets me go, and I take Jenna's hand.
"Benton?" Kirs-Jenna turns to me.
"Yes Jenna?"
"We need to talk in the library as soon as we get home."
We drive in silence. Kirstie's head is one million miles away. I take her hand and guide her to the library, wishing that it wasn't open scheme.
"So you know how I had an eating disorder when I was younger?"
"Yeah."
"It affected my uterus and damaged the lining of my ovaries, making it harder than anyone else to get pregnant."
"Honey, we will have a child."
"I don't know..."
"I promise."
"Avi," she raises her voice, "there's also a large possibility that I could get pregnant. There's a fifty/fifty chance there would be an embryonic fluid abnormality, causing it to have an illness like central palsy or Down syndrome."
"I will love it no matter what."
"I know. But in the embryonic fluid abnormality there's a fifty/fifty chance it would only live for around three months."
I have no words. Who knew an eating disorder could do this to someone. Well, she was really bad. I found her after the Sing Off chugging laxatives. I had to take her to the ER. Maybe that damaged the walls of her ovaries and uterus. Who knows. She had bulimia since she was fifteen, and she didn't stop until nineteen. I pull her into my arms and kiss the top of her head. She sobs into my chest.
"I will love our baby for as long as we have it, no matter what it has or who it is."
"Avi!" she sobbed once more into my chest, and I felt a few slip down my cheeks.
"If our child has Down syndrome or cerebral palsy they will always and never seize to make my heart melt until I die, just like a perfectly healthy baby would. It doesn't matter if it is gay or trans or bi or straight, if it is a girl or a boy, if it comes out gambling I will never stop loving it like I will never stop loving you."
"Stop being the best," she cried/laughed into my shirt, and I only squeezed her tighter. She cries herself to sleep. I carry her bridal style to our bed and drift off peacefully.

I wake up, and Kirstie isn't sleeping next to me. I walk into the next room and see her tangled with Jeremy.
"Avi? Please leave us alone. It's the one thing you can do for us. After all, it was your ex girlfriend who almost killed us."
"Kirstie?"
"Avi, leave me alone."
I backed into the hallway and ran downstairs. I flew through the front door and fall to my knees on the patio. I run into the open backyard, every step I take going further from the house and closer to a city. I reach the small town I've been running though's courthouse and hear the deafening and familiar shots of a hand gun. I see Jeremy holding a lifeless Kirstie by the neck. I see blood pooling out of every wound. I feel my skin become tighter as I lunge for Jeremy's throat. I see the trigger pulled in slow motion before everything goes black.

I wake in a cold sweat. It's dark outside, and out digital clock beside our bed. Ten thirty. My hands swim the sheets for Kirstie and find her close beside. I pull her closer, and she stirs in her sleep.
"What?" she asks groggily.
I lean in slowly, tilting my head to the right, our nose grazing. I shut my eyes, and suck on her top lip. Our lips don't lose contact as we both breathe, mouth open. Our tongues barely brush each other, and I let our tongues massage each other before gently sucking on her bottom lip. Kirstie opens wider this time, inviting my tongue for a closer visit. She nibbles my tongue softly before letting it back into my mouth. I kiss her one last time before she slides back to my top lip and sucks gently. We both pull away.
"What was that for?"
"I had a bad," I think about how childish this will make me sound but go with it anyway, "dream."
"Do you need to cuddle?"
"Always," I laugh, and I wrap my hands tightly around her waist. She snuggles deep into my chest.
"It must've been a bad dream if you kiss me more passionately than you ever have before."
"I could do it again. Kiss you like that."
"Right now?"
"If you want it."
"LOL no I just got comfortable. Tell Mrs.Kaplan about your dream."
"Well, I woke up and you were in another room. Cuddling. With. Jeremy. You both told me to scram, and that my girlfriend killed everybody instead of yours. I just ran away to a little town and their courthouse, only to find the Devil himself with his arm around your neck, but you were already dead. I was hulk-ified, and kind of lunged for his throat, only to get shot before I woke up."
"I had a dream we made out dressed in 80s apparel."
"Goodnight, beloved."
"Goodnight, sugar buns."

I wake up for real this time. I know for I can still feel Kirstie's soft lips on mine from the best kiss I have ever had. I walk downstairs and see Tori and Kevin getting rather intimate.
"Ever heard of a bedroom?"
The both turn around, frightened by my sudden arrival. They both unhinge themselves from each other's grasp and get up, smoothing their pajamas. I laugh, and run upstairs, only to be greeted by my lovely wife. Our lips meet, and she bites gently on my bottom lip. We both breathe, and our tongues graze each other softly, before she throws more passion it. I slide up between kisses and suck on her to lip. She pulls away, and guides me by the hand downstairs.

A/N
So short!! I literally suck so much, but I'll get working on the next chapter soon. I love you guys!

ratchetpentaholic (Rachel B)