Stalker | Delusional Love

33: Miserable and Awake

Reich was sitting on the floor awkwardly, feeling uncomfortable as he watched AH try to explain something to him.

Today, his mother had insisted on getting him ready for the baby, physically getting ready for the baby.

Not only was it a long lecture about foods and sweets, complete with a live demonstration of vegetables and candy. But it was also what Reich would call a weird yoga session. Where his mother was teaching him these certain stretches that he needed to start doing in order to make this whole birthing process easier.

And of course, he was told if he was smart he would start doing them daily. Even if they were uncomfortable at first they were for his own good, that's what AH kept telling him. Over and over and over again-

The german grumbled as he sat on the living room floor, looking upset as his hand subconsciously rubbed over his stomach. Okay, maybe with how noticeable his bump was getting he should be paying attention more to AH's lectures..

He mumbled to himself as he waited for Austria-hungary to come back after the other had left to get something.

He just didn't like to think about it, nor did he want to admit to himself that he had been getting noticeably bigger, and the signs were showing- I mean- he had gone to the bathroom at least three times since they've started this little thing.

Sure it was a good excuse to get out of the lecture, Reich had to agree, but it was also because this little baby monster was kicking him so damn hard in his ribs he could barely stand sometimes.

It hurt like hell but he didn't want to say anything, mostly because he didn't want to admit that it was real. No one but him knew that the kicking was even happening- though he was just assuming that it was only kicking- at this point though he fully believed that the baby was punching him for fun.

He huffed as he had to use the couch to stand up, as the German tried not to put any more strain on his already aching back. He could hear AH shouting something from the kitchen, making him glance over before he heard the backdoor open and shut.

Faintly he remembered that Soviet was in the garden, doing some crap to help the plants as the fall months had rolled in quickly. They were preparing for snow at this point but Reich also just ignored that.

He ignored every single little thing that reminded him of the baby and the time that was passing- everything seemed to be moving so quickly- and Soviet couldn't be any happier.

If things added up as the Soviet had predicted, he could be having the little one in the same month they were married.

Just that thought made Reich stop in his tracks, his heart beating so harshly as he couldn't think for a few seconds. Of course the Soviet had to be the one to bring that up. Oh of course he was so excited for this and that-

Because he wasn't the one ruining his entire body for a child that he didn't want, nor having to face through every punch, kick, craving and sickness the kid threw at him. At some point Reich couldn't even sleep, when the baby wouldn't sleep he couldn't sleep- and Soviet's damn snoring wasn't helping-!

The German looked exhausted as he mumbled to the kitchen, looking sadly down at some plain almonds that AH had insisted he start eating. At this point he had torn the whole kitchen down to find his beloved snacks, though either he had eaten them all already, or his mother had hidden them all from him.

Reich was munching sadly on the almonds, looking miserable as Soviet soon opened the back door, stumbling into the kitchen smelling like wildlife, as he wore a coat and some heavy jeans. From the way he was looking Reich could only predict he was trying to keep his build up. Gardening may just be his way to do so, as AH didn't have an at home gym.