Journey Of The New Earth

10

<Lance POV>

I sat in the waiting room, Kitty asleep against my shoulder and Damon in my Lap. I've been awake all night, waiting for any kind of results, and the only time I got any type of rest was when Kitty went to classes and Damon went in to sleep with Keith. 

The doctors said that his vitals were all over the place, him being dehydrated and glucose levels being lower than they every should. His blood sugar  had run dangerously low, and the food in his system was giving him some kinda food poisoning.  Salt contamination, I don't know. But, one of the side effects can be night terrors or nightmares that cause some... pretty weird stuff. Keith should be fine physically, but I'm suppose to be there when he wakes up so I can calm him down.

Veronica said she would come down an hour go, someone needed to watch Damon while I waited the last few hours. But, like any good sister, she's an hour late, and coming in with some guy. 

"Hey Lance, so, you want me to-"

"And who is this?" I ask, glaring n the direction of the random guy she strung along this time. I slowly got up, making sure Kitty was still asleep on the bench. 

The guy smiled softly, what was he? 20, maybe 21. "Lance, this is Yon, one of our engineers thats going to work with the Hera. He has to follow me around for the next few days until he gets a grip of the station. Now step off." She warned as I relaxed a bit. 

I pushed Damon over into her arms, giving a faint smile as I finally, for the first time in twenty four hours, got to go see my husband. 

Sleeping. Most people look so cute and vulnerable when they sleep. Keith looks like he would wake up any second and stab you with a sharped piece of scrap metal. His hair was a flat, a little bit tangled, but its long, so who wouldn't expect that. He always smiled in his sleep, but his mouth laid open, so it was a really creepy smile. How I can tell if he got a good nights sleep is that he'll complain that his lips are chapped in the morning. I think he doesn't know he does it. 

I walked closer, noticing his slow deep breaths, nd how he was turned in on himself, reaching around to hug himself. I smirked, laying down next to him. He wasn't hooked up to any machinery, he'd just been put through a healing pod to level his vitals and been taken out about three hours ago. His body was so warm as I laid down. And he almost automatically snuggled into my chest, his head nuzzling my pecks.

 After the first few years of Dating Keith, I noticed how he would wake up in different ways. When he was happy he would wake up really early and then spend the whole time waiting for me to get up, or he would just wake me up so he could talk about whatever was making him happy, whether it be a dream or the new show that he remembered was coming out. Then there were sad days, where he wouldn't let me get up. He would sleep on top of one of my arms, and then if I moved he would wrap his arms around my chest and not let go. I used to have a lot of mornings where I would get ready with a sleepy Keith wrapped around my waist, him finally letting go as I would turn on the shower. Then there were moody days, where I knew he was just going to be mad all day over every little thing. He would always wake up at like, five am, get me up, make breakfast and just sit in a window sill, or on the couch, not looking at anything in particular, and just mumble about something. 

The last thing, was one that didn't happen that often. It was happening right now though, as I expected. He had his kneels curled in, pushing against me, and his arms wrapped around my neck, his head trying to tuck in on it's self. He was scared. I straightened out his legs, pulling him in close to stroke through his hair. 

This poison thing really is serious, Keith never cries. I think that last time he cried was when Damon was born. These weren't happy tears though. I was about to get up when I hear the first little whimper, looking down to see his eyes being forced Shut. "It's okay, Keith, breath, I got you." I have a tight hold on him as I possibly could without taking his breath away. I felt the small thin breaths hit my chest as he shivered. 

It took about thirty minutes for him to calm down enough to look up at me. His poor red eyes screamed at me with all of his fragile hearts content. "What happened?" He asked in a very quiet, rough voice. 

"You got some kind of salt contamination. Out for two days, you should be alright to go back to work if you take the next two days easy. That means, no worrying over the kids, stay off your feet, no trips down to the lab, stay out of elevators for the time being, just in case, and no makes dinner. I'll be doing that the next few days anyway." I heard his gasp and I quickly looked down, seeing him grip at his forehead. "You okay Gatito?" He groaned a little as he shifted in my arms.

He sat up, balancing against the wall. "Well, for one, you really need to stop calling me that. And, I was suppose to call Shiro yesterday and now he's gonna be worried, which he should be, because obviously as soon as I leave cuba I get hurt five minutes late, no thanks to myself. Think lance, if it was something I prepared, you and the kids ate that.  Something like that for Dam-"

"Keith, shh." I pull him back into an embrace. "No matter what happens, I will protect you three. You know that right?" I ask, looking down at him as he snuggles back into my chest.

"Yeah, I know." He sighs, pushing me away as he sat up. "Lance." He breaks eye contact, looking towards the window. Veronica was holding Damon, who thankfully was still asleep. "Our baby's growing up." He said, looking back at me with watery eyes.

Damn it... this.. this attitude always means trouble for me. The watery eyes, the sniffle, the mention of something off topic. If you are ever in this situation, never say the word 'what'. I know, it's weird, but I know how Keith works, and I've seen my sisters act like this with their husbands. 

"Babe, you know if you need anything, you can just tell me." This is usually a safe line. It makes them remember you care while you gather information.

I saw him bite his lip as he looked down at the floor. "What if... instead of going on this mission, we go back home, and we talk about having a baby?" Ha! Got'im.

I smile, lifting his chin back up to look at me. "Yeah, babe..." I said, softly, not to hurt his ears. I came close in, whispering in his ear. "Nice try."

I pulled back quickly as he went to grab my ear. "Yeah, well fuck you!" He yelled, crossing his arms. 

"Keith, you know I have to go on this mission. So do you." I try to get him to understand. Maybe he's still hyped up from all the drugs he's probably been on. I never trust these stupid nurses. Random junk doesn't not belong in anyone's body. He pinches above his nose, starting to get up from the bed. "What do-" I try pulling him back but he slaps my arm.

"Lance!" I fall back, surprised at him yelling. "Stop. What is wrong with you?" He held his wrist in his other hand, looking at me with a scared look. "I'm not just joking around Lance, after that boy goes off to school, I am going to be left at home alone. I don't have a full time job, and until I know Kitty is adjusted into a new school system, I can't even look for one." I held back, knowing he wasn't done as he took a breath. I saw Veronica, glaring at me through the window. "If you come to teach down in Cuba afterwards, then I am going to be home, all alone. And that is why we ended up getting Damon. You thought I would be lonely at home, and  Elena from Santa Marta already looking for a home for he child, it was destiny." He finally looked at me and I could see the tears in his eyes. "But I don't want to throw away destiny." 

I broke, I got up, hugging him as his tears fell."I know my Marido, my Marido does cry, but not over stuff like this. He's never once mentioned wanting another kid, feeling lonely, like he had no purpose. Because why would such a pretty boy ever think such a thing? Eh?" I look down and pouts up at me, sniffling.

"I hate you." He mutters out, nuzzling his head into my neck. 

"Love you too."