Pipe Dreams

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Dr. Anderson was right. Three weeks into his pregnancy, Neil started getting sick. Neil wasn't very pleased with the term 'Morning Sickness' at the moment, because it was a fucking lie. He was throwing up all the damn time. In the middle of the night, in the morning, afternoon, etc etc.

He hated it and so did Andrew, but for different reasons. Neil hated it, because obviously, throwing up on a regular basis sucked quite a large amount of ass. Andrew hated it, not because he was being woken up in the middle of the night and again in the morning, but because it was making Neil miserable.

Kevin also hated it, but only because it grossed him out, which was one of the things that led to his decision to stay with his father for the time being. The other reason he left was every time he went anywhere near the omega, Andrew growled like he'd rip him in two. When Kevin said he was leaving, Andrew had sneered at him saying dryly, "Yay, father son bonding." So Wymack's it was. At least his father lived close to campus and in turn, the stadium.

Kevin's renewed absence gave the couple some much needed privacy. Neither Andrew nor Neil liked another alpha in their small living space, which they'd have to see about changing soon. The rules for student athletes were they had to live in the athlete dorms, but Wymack, bless his soul, had scheduled a meeting with Charles Whittier, Palmetto State's president, to see about moving into a nearby apartment. Specifically, Wymack's building. The older alpha was the only one living on the seventh floor, and the eighth was completely empty, so needless to say there were some vacancies. The Foxes had a home game this Friday so the meeting was scheduled for the next day, Saturday at 10:30am, much to Andrew's displeasure.

Aaron, Nicky, and Kevin weren't fans of Andrew's 'no Eden's for the next six months' statement. Andrew didn't think a pregnant omega and a club mixed well, so they would only be going to the Columbia house and maybe even Sweetie's on Friday's after home games along with the following weekends if they were free. Fortunately for Aaron, Nicky, and Kevin, they could still drink to their heart's content in the comfort of their shared home, minus Kevin.

Thursday, four days into week three, Neil was particularly sick. He was constantly getting up to puke. Andrew got up with him every time, rubbing soothing circles on his mate's back.

"You can go back to sleep, Drew. I'm fi- okay. I'm okay." Neil had said between gasps on his fourth trip to the bathroom in the early hours of the morning; 4:03am to be exact. Andrew narrowed his eyes at his idiot. "Don't say stupid shit." Neil just chuckled softly at Andrew's predictable response, shaking his head. "You need sleep." Neil's voice sounded wrecked from lack of sleep and all the vomiting. Andrew looked at him, unamused. "And? So do you."

Andrew helped Neil to his feet as he was seemingly done for now. Neil held onto Andrew's sleeves, knees shaking a bit, as he was hoisted up effortlessly. Neil hummed in response, flushing the evidence of his misery. He made his way to the sink, first washing his mouth out then brushing his teeth; even though he'd probably be throwing up again in the next few hours.

After he was done, Andrew took Neil back to bed. Neil curled up against Andrew, tucking his face into his neck as Andrew wrapped his arms around him. His alpha's scent and touch immediately comforted him, grounded him. Neil's eyelids drooped as exhaustion caught up with him, like it did every time he got to finally relax.

Before he drifted off, he muttered sleepily, "Andrew?" His mate hummed. "Hmm?" "I'm serious, you need sleep." Andrew growled minutely in response. "You know I don't like repeating myself, Rabbit, so listen this time, hmm? So do you." Neil huffed. "I can't really help that right now, Drew." It's not like he wanted to be sick constantly. Andrew kissed the top Neil's head. "I know, Rabbit. But you're not sleeping or keeping anything down. I told you, I'm here. I'm not just going to sit back while you're feeling miserable and fuck you for thinking I would."