Growing Older (Travlyn Fic)

Aphmau

I grip the cool edge of the toilet as vomit falls from my mouth. Aaron soothes me, holding my hair out of my face. My forehead is sticky and hot. I hate throwing up. I hate it so much. Aaron rubs my back, assuring me that it's okay. That I'm fine.
When I no longer feel sick to my stomach, I lean back, pressing into him. Oh, how I hate this.
"We were suppose to go out with that Lila the funeral with my mom," I croak. I don't want to disappoint anyone. I actually like Lila.
"It's okay, babe, we can cancel," Aaron assures me. I hear footsteps and turn my head. Alina is standing in the doorway, her braids falling out messily.
"Mama, are you okay?" She asks concerned. I smile at her to make sure she knows that I'm fine. I don't want to worry her.
"I'm great, Mija, especially cuz your here."
"What am I, chop liver?" Aaron jokes. He knows just how to make me feel better. My smile grows. I still feel blah, but less blah than I did before.
Wow, it is such a good thing people do not read my thoughts. They make no sense.
Aaron reaches over and flushes the toilet. I push myself to my feet, leaning on him for support.
"Do you think it's just a stomach bug?" He asks me. I'm hoping it's not and I can tell he is too.
"No," I whisper.
"Why are you being quiet!" Lina exclaims. I crouch besides her and throw her up into the air. She screams as I catch her. I love hearing her giggle.
Hmmm, if we aren't going to lunch, what will I make? I'm craving cheeseburgers right now. Or chicken. Maybe a BLT, without the B. A CLT. I don't like bacon that much. But I love chicken. It is a shame the market always has that guy yelling about how he is from another world and the shaman of chickens there though. It's a little uncomfortable.
"Earth to Aph?" Aaron says, tapping my shoulder. I whip my head around.
"Yes? Sorry, thinking of CLT's."
"Your silly, Mama." I kiss Alina's forehead as I turn to Aaron. "Rock me!"
I nod and begin to head towards the rocking chair that was our favourite seat. Story time, dessert, playtime, a lot of memories were on that ancient rocking chair with then strange carving in it. The caving had given me an idea for my story. A relic.
"Do you want me to go pick it up at the drugstore?" A test. Did I want him too? What if it wasn't what I wanted, the answer? Nerves racked me as I lowered myself into the chair.
"Yes," I say, my voice trembling. I try to think of how I sat here when Alina was first born, but in my bedroom at home. Now I was in my own house. That only makes me more sad. I'm growing up. I'm no longer a little Mija.
I rock Alina softly while singing to her.
"I'm going to go then? Pick you up some chicken too?"
"That be great, hun," I say absentmindedly, focuses on rocking back and forth. I do this when I don't want to think about something. Focus on one thing. It's something Travis taught me.
Aaron kisses Alina's forehead and then leans to kiss me on the lips. I love the feeling of it. We know just the way we fit together.
"I'll be back in about twenty," he says.
"Bye, Daddy!" Alina waves.
"Bye, darling," I call after him as he leaves. I can hear him drop his keys and I have to stifle a laugh. A snicker escapes and I feel happy, not sad. I'm not going to spend all my time stuck in the past and ignore the present. I do wish Lina would stop growing though. Just stay my baby forever, please I ask her silently.
"Mama?" Her voice tilts up at the end.
"Yes, Mija?" My mother use to sit in this chair and I'd ask her the same thing.
"Mama?" My voice was curious.
"Yes, Mija?" My mother was rocking me even though I was nine years old and much to heavy to be sitting on my mother's lap and the chair.
"Is Daddy ever going to come back?"
My mother looked down at me nervously.
"I don't think so, Mija."
"Good. He was no está bien." My mother looked sad when I said this.
"You are right, Mija. Muy, muy bien."
"You sing just as pretty as Auntie Katie!" I feel my cheeks go red.
"Thank you, Lina." I'm glad she doesn't have my childhood. My mother was and still is amazing, but my father.... He was no Aaron. I am glad he left, although it hurt. It hurt a lot. But not that much anymore. I guess I've grown.

Aaron and I are in the bathroom with the door shut as we wait impatiently for a tiny stick to tell us our fate. I have the attention span of a gnat and I just want it to hurry up already.
"It's almost time," Aaron's voice is hushed so Alina doesn't hear, but is full of excitement. I tap my foot. Hurry up.
"I can't look," I say. I cover my eyes.
"Are we ready to flip them over?"
I peek through my fingers just as I use to when we were kids playing hide and seek.
"Uhuh," Aaron sounds nervous.
"Oooh," I squeal, squeezing my fingers tight.
"Five, four..." This feels like a TV show. Or a book. The suspense is killing me! My CLT I had earlier is not helping.
"Three, two, one!" I say, my voice speeding up as I go. "Flip the test already!" I hope Alina doesn't hear us, but I can't keep quiet. It's to much for me.
I close my eyes tight. Aaron is silent. It must be negative. I feel my hopes fall and crash. You should of know, I tell myself.
"Aphmau," his voice is full of happiness. Wait. Happiness. My Irene, does that actually mean I was wrong. Does that mean I'm.... "Your pregnant."

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Two chapters in two days! I hope you guys enjoyed this and thanks for reading. This was a fun one to write and it's one of the happier ones too! Thanks again.
-AJKBOOKWORM