A fair Trade - A Beetlejuice Fanfiction - Betelgeuse & Lydia

Chapter 6

After the shift in their relationship, nothing seemed to change for the married couple. Well other than having spontaneous and frequent bouts of sex. It should be noted that the occasional quickie, whenever their daughter was napping, was added to their daily repertoire. On top of that, the poltergeist seemed to be handsier. Though even before they were having sex, he had always touched her in little ways as much as possible. Who knew the ghost with the most was such a touchy-feely kind of guy.

Currently, the couple was stretched out in bed blanket hung over their hips, basking in the silence. Lydia snuggled into her husband's broad form while his arm draped across her waist, lightly stroking her stomach in lazy circles.

The quietness of the house was a delightful change for the couple. All they have heard for the past few nights were Lulu's constant cries over the monitor. The usually happy go lucky child had been fussier than normal, leaving her parents tired, confused and a little on edge. For the life of them, the duo couldn't figure out what was causing their daughter's evident distress. Lydia thought that perhaps they were coming down with something. After all, it was the season for it, and the young mother couldn't ignore the fact that she had started feeling slightly under the weather as well.

The poltergeist broke the silence by whispering in his tired wife's ear. "Babe, why haven't you told them yet?" It was a simple question, but one that seemed to add to the already growing stress.

A long drawn out sigh shook her form as she turned to rest on her back peering up at him while her brows furrowed in annoyance. For fuck's sake, why did he have to bring that up now? Didn't they have enough on their plate? How many times have they discussed this and how many times did it end up with them arguing? Damnit, she didn't want to argue tonight. Hell, she didn't want to argue with her husband period! "Betelgeuse please, I'm not going to get into this with you again. Are you looking for a fight?" snapped the woman a little too sharply.

His pale brows rose, and his hand left her side to raise in defense. "I'm just asking a question that's all. I'm not lookin' for a damn fight, Sweets."

Lydia's face scrunched up her tone was even sharper than before. "Then why did you bring it up?" She could see the tick in his jaw begin to flare, a sure sign that he was becoming irritated himself.

Pulling himself into a sitting position, Betelgeuse stared down at his wife with anger storming in his green eyes. "We've been married for three fucking months now. Don't ya think it's about time that ya tell them about us?"

She shot back her response, clearly not understanding why this was such a big deal. "Why do you want them to know so badly?"

"Why the fuck not?" He sneered down at her in return, the tick in his jaw increasing with each passing minute.

Lydia didn't want to fight, and she didn't desire to have this fucking conversation again. Didn't he understand how badly the situation could go? She wasn't sure how her family was going to react to the news. Hell, the months after the incident with the Bio-exorcist and the sham of a wedding, both couples had made it clear about their feelings for the poltergeist. None of those opinions were warm and welcoming.

That nauseous feeling she had been experiencing as of late suddenly returned. 'Oh no.' thought Lydia while trying to hold back the unexpected sensation with a few swallows. Still, the urge didn't cease and appeared to have gotten worse. If she didn't get out of the room, there would be dinner all over the hardwood floor. Christ, she needed some air that seemed to help the last time. Throwing the covers off, the newlywed twisted away from her upset husband to sit up. Carefully getting out of bed, Lydia threw on her thick robe then quickly padded out of the room without another word. In the hallway, she could hear the dead man swearing loudly either to himself or to her she wasn't quite sure.