aeipathy | one shot collection

we're going to be mothers.

*Willow's POV*

There's one thing I hate about pregnancy.

I can eat my entire body weight and it definitely shows.

Oh, and also, it's like I'm on my period for nine months straight. And I'm only five months through. My emotions can't handle this.

So, of course, I'm sitting on the couch, balancing a plate of nachos on my tummy and sobbing for no apparent reason.

"Babe?"

I sniff and quickly wipe my tears away when I hear Aubree's voice, pretending to be very interested in the balance tricks my tummy can do.

"Babe, what's wrong?" She sits beside me, studying me. "Why are you crying?"

I glance at her, attempting to grin, but it most likely looked like a grimace.

"Nothing babes, I'm just an emotional wreck y'know? I can't help it." I try to laugh. She just looks at me sadly.

"C'mere."

I put the nachos on the coffee table and scoot towards Aubree, twisting around in a comfortable position for me and the baby. She wraps her arms around me, kissing my forehead.

"It's okay to cry. Carrying a baby around for almost a year is hard work. I'm always here to listen, okay?"

I nod, breathing in. "Well, I've been gaining a lot of weight and I don't like it and I probably don't look cute to you anymore and I eat a lot and its just urg." I sigh.

"Hey, look at me," she murmurs, and my eyes drift up to hers. "No matter what you look like or what you do, you will always be beautiful to me. You're beautiful. You're carrying our baby and you have to eat for two now, and that's okay. Don't feel insecure, you're golden."

I smile at that, a tear rolling down my cheek because I'm a pregnant mess. I pucker my lips and she bends down, pecking me on the lips.

"You know we have that doctor's appointment today, right?" Aubree asks, and my eyes shoot open.

"Oh my gosh, I totally forgot! Are we late? I have to brush my hair oh no-"

"Babe! We have an hour, we're fine."

I freeze, smiling sheepishly. "Oh."

The hour goes by agonizingly slowly, because we are both anxious to see our baby. But eventually, the time rolls around to leave.

"We all ready?" Aubree asks, and I nod excitedly. I rock in place to prepare myself to get up from the couch, but I am having some issues.

"Um, babe?" I struggle, "Could you help me up?"

Aubree laughs, giving me her hand. "Here you go, Milady."

"Thank you, kind gentlelady," I nod, walking with her to the car holding her hand.

She drives everywhere now because the steering wheel is starting to feel uncomfortable on my tummy, and it makes me feel bad, but she always tells me not to worry about it.

"You're such a nice fiancée," I start for the sixth time today, and Aubree rolls her eyes and laughs.

"And why is that?"

"You drive everywhere for me and that is very nice of you," I gush, stroking my stomach and feeling emotional. "You're just too good for me."

"Oh, hush, it's just driving."

"But-"

"Ah ah ah, I am your fiancée and I am supposed to be taking care of you. Don't worry that pretty little head of yours, okay?"

I huff, pressing my face against the car window. She just laughs.

We finally get to the doctor's, and I excitedly jump out of the car. Well, I don't exactly jump, because I can't, but I made it pretty close considering I have a human in my stomach.

One more thing to add to the 'Why I Hate Pregnancy' list: I get winded very easily.

"Why is there no elevator?" I wheeze, pathetically clinging to Aubree's arm and climbing the little bit of stairs to get to our doctor's office. "I'm only in the second trimester and I'm already dying."

"Babe, there's like ten stairs."

I slap my hand over Aubree's face. "Shhhhhhhh."

After climbing Mount Fuji, we make it to our destination. Aubree checks in for us and does all that fun adult stuff while I waddle over to a chair in the waiting room. But as soon as I sit down I hear my name.

"Oh come on," I mutter to myself, struggling to get up and taking Aubree's hand.

"How are you today, Miss Willow?" my doctor asks, smiling at me.

"I've been better. Did you know lugging a human around in your body makes you very hungry? Like, I could eat a zebra right now."

The doctor just laughs, leading us through the corridor to her room. Once we reach the room, she tells me to lay down on the medical bed and to roll up my shirt.

"Have you been feeling alright? No unusual pains?"

I shake my head as the doctor gets the ultrasound machine ready, and I mentally prepare myself for the gel stuff that's colder than Antarctica.

"How's she been doing, Aubree? She's not pretending to be fine, is she?"

Aubree laughs, shaking her head. "No doctor, she's been great."

The doctor smiles, approaching me. "Good, I love to hear that. I'm going to put this gel on your belly, and you know that its cold. And then I'm going to drag this over your skin and you can see your little baby." She shows me this weird plastic thing that's gonna show me our baby, and I nod in anticipation.

"You ready?" the doctor asks, and I glance at Aubree, who nods.

"Yep!"

The doctor rubs the gel over my stomach and I wince at the coldness. Then she drags the thing over my stomach, and an image pops up on the screen on the machine. It's blurry at first, but as she moves the device around, you can definitely see the form of our little baby.

"Oh, look, Aubree! Look at our baby girl. It's her!" I shout excitedly, grabbing Aubree's hand.

"I know, babe. Look how big she's getting!"

We watch our daughter in awe for a while and talk to the doctor, when she turns the machine off and wipes the gel off of my belly. I pull my shirt down and sit up with the help of Aubree, and the doctor tells us one last time to be careful and safe and she'll see us when our next appointment is.

"Thank you," I say as we leave.

"You're welcome, Miss Willow!"

We travel down through the corridor and back down the stupid steps, finally making it to the car in about ten minutes. I nap in the car on the way home because steps are just so exhausting, and when we're finally home Aubree leads me in the house.

It's pretty late, so we head straight to the bedroom. I kick off my shoes, jumping right into bed. The good think about maternity clothes is they're usually quite comfortable, and you can sleep in them. That makes my lazy side happy.

"Come to bed, baby," I whine when Aubree goes into the bathroom.

"I'm just peeing and I'll be right there," she calls, laughing. "You're so impatient."

I just pout, waiting for her.

"Alright, I'm here," Aubree murmurs, crawling into bed beside me. I scoot into her arms, burrowing into her happily. I sigh in content, closing my eyes.

"You are gonna be a very good mother," I mumble, patting Aubree's arm. I feel her smile against my hair.

"You're gonna be a very good mother too, sweetheart."

"Goodnight," I whisper with a smile on my face.

"I love you."

"I love you too."