𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝔸 𝕎𝕆ℝ𝔻 ～ 𝘋𝘺𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘖'𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯

30) Incipient

Incipient (adjective) [in-SIP-ee-uh nt]
Beginning to exist or appear; in an initial stage.

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You stood in the arrivals part of the airport, anxiously waiting for your spouse to come home to you. You coughed, feeling slightly queasy, having to sit down on one of the chairs placed for people waiting for friends and family.

5 minutes... 10 minutes... 20 minutes... Still, no sign of your husband.

Finally, you saw him. Walking with a trolley bag and a backpack, he walked towards you, a smile plastered on his face. You hurried to the exit, soon greeted by a very happy Dylan.

"Hi, Ms. O'brien," he said smoothly and wrapped his arms around you. You kissed him, missing his presence all this time he was gone.

The two of you walked towards your car, his arm around your waist and yours around his. "So how's my most favourite person in the world doing?" He asked as you started the car. He placed his luggage in the car trunk and sat in the passenger seat.

"I'm good! Better now that you're here," You said, then coughed. Dylan looked at you with concern but you looked at him with an expression that said 'I'm okay'.

All the way home he told you about his adventures abroad. He was gone for two and a half months, first to a convention and then for a small short film project one of his friend was doing, then another convention.

He sounded exhausted, and he was. You were pretty exhausted too. These past two months haven't been the best time of your life.

You placed the key in the key hole and opened the door. Dylan relaxed, smelling the familiar 'home sweet home' scent. He placed his back pack on the table and the trolley next to it on the floor. He took his jacket off, revealing a black t-shirt with some white writing on it.

"Honey, I made your favorite: burgers and fries, and I got some chicken wings too," You told making Dylan kiss you on the cheek. "Love you," he said and started to walk towards the bedroom. You smiled. You had missed him so much.

You suddenly rushed to the washroom, feeling nauseated. You bent over to the waste bin, ready to throw up your breakfast, but nothing happened. You put down the toilet seat cover and sat on it.

You placed your head in your hands, feeling miserable. After your health returning to neutral, you lifted your head and looked down.

You stood up and lifted your shirt. You turned so that your side view was seen in the mirror. You rubbed your slightly more three dimensional belly than usual, as you compared your view below your eyes to the reflection in the mirror.

"Got any ideas on how to tell your dad?" You asked, while admiring the bulge. "Hey, [y/n]? Where are you?" You heard Dylan say as he walked by the washroom.

You quickly straightened your hair and clothes and washed your face, attempting to make yourself look 'normal'.

"Hi, sorry... I haven't been feeling well these past couple of days," you explained, gaining a look of concern from Dylan. "It's nothing big," you lied.

You set up the table, wanting to sit down so bad because of exhaustion, but telling yourself it wasn't right to tell him...yet.

He sat at the table, you pulled out your chair but stopped. You couldn't survive anymore.

You walked to his side of the table and put a hand on his shoulder. "Come here," you said, holding his hand and walking towards an empty space in the room.

"What's wrong? Are you not well?" Dylan asked and you smiled. "I don't know what would happen to us, to our relationship after this... but please, it's not my fault. I don't know how it happened," You warned, trembling with tears forming in your eyes.

Dylan thought of the fact that maybe you cheated on him. He was starting to get furious but he held it in.

You took a deep breath, "I'm... I-I'm pregnant."

Silence.

More silence.

"I know you're angry. I know you don't want kids yet because you're busy. They'll distract you and I've ruined your life," You burst into tears. You looked to the floor, ashamed at your situation.

You imagined how he'd hit you right now, how he'd shout and yell for you to get out of his life, how he'd leave you all alone and your own at home for the next nine months because he didn't want this.

But Dylan lifted your face from your chin and wiped the tears on your cheeks. He took a step closer to you and kissed you. Surprised with the reaction, you didn't kiss back at first but soon gave in.

When he pulled away, you dared not look at his face. You dreaded his next move.

"I love you and I'm so happy," Dylan said with a smile. You furrowed your eyebrows, with a look that said 'huh?'.

He hugged you tight and you wrapped your arms around his waist. You burst into tears again, sobbing into his chest.

"Y-You're... happy?" You asked. "Of course I am! I'm the happiest man on the planet!" Dylan grinned and placed his hands on the sides of your belly.

"Hi baby," he bent down and kissed your stomach. You smiled through the tears. "I'm going to be a dad. How can I not be happy?" Dylan said.

You wiped your cheeks. "How long?" Dylan asked,still looking at your belly. You placed your hands on top of his. "Two and a half months. One day before you left," You answered. Dylan looked at you with eyebrows raised. He was going to tell you off.

"I didn't want you to be worried about me, or go to the extent of cancelling everything, because I know you and you would have probably done that," You explained in a rush.

Dylan relaxed and hugged you tightly. "You've never ruined my life, you know that... Only brought me joy," Dylan said, "You're the second best thing that's happened to me, as of today."

"What's the first?" You sniffed. "The baby," he said with a grin, you smiled.

You'll be fine after all, now that you're sure you have Dylan by your side for the next nine months, and for the rest of your life.