Omega Virus

Zi Day

   It's been just over two and half months since the baby shower. The pheromone inhibitor is set to hit the market next week and the Professor has been giving telephone interviews to various news outlets and magazines. He refuses in person interviews, not wanting to leave Y so close to his due date.

   Last month, Mary moved in with Mr. Daniels and her divorce is progressing smoothly. She struck a deal to drop the assault charges if her soon-to-be ex doesn't fight the divorce. She and Mr. Daniels are doing well and making up for lost time. She comes over every morning to watch over Y while the Professor works.

   Y, is suffering from cabin fever and severe mobility issues. The Professor bought him a bell. He has to ring it when he needs to use the restroom, because he can no longer get up by himself. Yesterday, Mary said it looked as though Zi has dropped. His stomach is hanging a bit lower now. He's sleeping more, feeling exhausted from the smallest thing. Walking up the stairs gets him winded and he sincerely hopes that his daughter decides to be born soon.

   Y is half asleep on the sofa, Mary beginning to gather her things. The Professor is due home soon. Y hears his husband come home and his Mother quietly updating him on Y's day.

"He seems a bit, depressed dear." Mary whispers, looking at her son's figure on the sofa. "He's worried, Zi isn't moving much today. That being said, I'll keep my phone close. I think my granddaughter will be born soon. Call me if you need anything." She kisses the Professor's cheek and leaves.

"Baby?" Professor X asks, watching Y laying on his side, apparently asleep. "You can't fool me. I know you're awake. Hungry?"

"Ugh, no." Y frowns, trying to sit up. The Professor rushes to his side, helping him into a seated position. "Sit with me babe? Mom's right, I'm nervous." He rubs his stomach, his bottom lip quivering. "She's never been this still before. What if, something's wrong?"

"Oh baby." Professor X sits on the sofa, pulling Y onto his lap. He rubs his husband's stomach and kisses his neck. "She's running out of room in there! She can't stretch and kick like she did before. Plus, Mom is probably right. I bet we'll be in the hospital by morning. She's probably wedged herself in the birth canal already."

"You really think so?" Y asks, grinning up at the Professor. There's a light knock against the hand on his stomach. "Ah. She's okay."

"Of course she is baby. She's letting her Daddy know she's alright." Professor X sighs in relief too. "So, how was your day?"

"Boring. I've been so sleepy." Y says, leaning back into the Professor's arms. "I talked to Izzy and Jes on the phone. They made a new cupcake." He smiles, rubbing his stomach again. "It's a vanilla cupcake with a strawberry cream filling and mixed berry icing. Jes adds fresh berries as a garnish. They, named it after Zi. Izzy says she chose berries, because Zi is berry special." He chuckles, the Professor nodding and kissing his cheek. "How was your day babe?"

"Pretty much the same as usual." Professor X says, fidgeting slightly. "Baby? Do you, need to pee?"

"No, why?" Y asks, confused. The Professor pushes him up a bit.

"Shit! I think your water just broke baby." Professor X says, he pales. Y looks down to see a small damp spot on the Professor's slacks.

"Oh boy." Y struggles to his feet, the Professor giving him a push.

"Keys, keys. Uhm, your go bag. The diaper bag. Shit!" Professor X is dashing around like a madman.

"Babe. X. Hubby!" Y shouts, shaking his head.

"Shit, sorry. Should I call an ambulance?" Professor X asks, fussing over his husband.

"Calm down. I don't think it's that urgent." Y says, taking a deep breath. "First, go change and bring me something dry to put on too. Our bags are already in the trunk, remember? We've got time, I'm just uncomfortable. I don't think I'm having contractions yet."