A couple days passed as bags were packed and piled by the door. They had remained at the Mystery Shack, drinking iced tea on the porch. Ford went on about what he saw in one of the dimensions. It was nice to just have some time to hang out and chat. Tomorrow they'd all go their separate ways. Alma was going to reconnect with Nicole while Ford and Stan ventured off on there new Stan O' War ship. Ford had used the rest of his grant to build it – despite what was on the fine print. It had come a long way from what it was before.
Alma was happy they were about to embark on the childhood dream. Wasn't like they were getting much younger, so it was time while they still had their sea legs. But something inside Alma was causing her discomfort. It also could have been the horrible pasta Soos tried to make them. Wouldn't say he was made to cook. Hopefully Melody will show him.
Her stomach was in knots when she looked at Ford. It was like the world was trying to tell her something. Was it a warning? Did she need to keep tabs on him? These dark thoughts kept going through her head. All she could do was push them away. He did promise he'd send her letters when he could find a post office or a mailbox. So maybe she shouldn't be worrying like that. Maybe it was something else.
"That sounds so cool dude." She heard Soos comment on the story Ford had just told.
"Soos, your so amazed by the dumbest things." Stan said.
They all laughed. Alma didn't join them though as she was slowly sinking down into her chair. She was getting suddenly nauseous as the world was starting to spin. Ford noticed this, turning to her with a concerned look.
"Are you feeling alright?" He asked, placing his hand on her forehead. The others were watching with ever growing concern. "You're burning up." He said alarmed. She let him lift her up in his arms and take her to their room.
He gently dropped her on the bed, sitting down beside her. She turned on to her side to face him as he pulled her hair back. "I'm ok. Just got to lie down for a bit." She said to him.
He leaned over her and kissed the top of her head. "You rest then." He replied, getting a stroke of her hair in before getting up and shutting the door behind him.
She laid in the dark for almost an hour. Something wasn't right and she knew it. She rarely got nauseous. Half of her was hopping it was a twenty-four hour bug of some kind. She would pull out her phone as if it'd help mend her upset stomach in someway. Dipper had texted her a few times, asking if anything amazed had happened recently. She probably would regret giving her number to Mabel.
The door opened as it was Melody instead of Ford like she was expecting. She glanced up at her as she entered. "Can I sit?" She asked, gesturing to the chair beside the bed.
"Sure you can." Alma answered softly, slowly rising up to sitting. She pressed her gut doing so.
"Is this normal for you?" Melody asked. Alma shook her head. "That's what I feared." She watched as she dug into her purse she always had. She pulled out a bunch of makeup, her wallet and some stickers Mabel had given her. "There it is." Melody sang, pulling out a box and handing it to her.
Alma read what it said. It was pregnancy test. "Why do you have this?" She asked Melody.
"Just in case." She replied simply, putting everything back in her bag.
Alma looked at it again. "I didn't want to tell Ford that night." Melody stopped and looked at her. "He knows I want them though. That's why we tried." She sighed. "I should of realized that is what the problem was."
Melody placed her hand on hers. "You will know once you take that. Otherwise, it is just a stomach bug like you thought."
She glanced back down at the test. She thought about how old Ford was. It was naturally a bit impossible for him to impregnate her at this point. But you always hear about weird ages being able to get pregnant and manage to have them. Would they be any different?
