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Fake Scenarios In My Head #37
Cozy and wrapped up in warm blankets, surrounded by the darkness of the city that never slept, Casey and Alex lay in bed, sleeping peacefully.
Suddenly, Alex woke up and sat up abruptly. It took her a second to get her bearings and understand what had woken her. Tthen another wave of nausea rolled through her body, and she felt her stomach clench. Hastily, she freed herself from the blankets and stumbled into the bathroom, just in time to reach the toilet.
Half-awake, Casey groaned as she emerged from under one of the pillows, cracking one eye open and blindly reaching out for her girlfriend. “…’Lex…?” she mumbled sleepily, trying to figure out what was going on. Then, unmistakable sounds from the bathroom cut through the haze of sleep. “’Lex… you okay?” she called into the room, even though she knew Alex probably couldn’t hear her. But before she could decide what to do, Alex was already coming back into the bedroom.
Slowly, one hand still pressed against her stomach, Alex made it to the bed and sank down onto it. Casey propped herself up on one elbow, leaning in a little closer. With her free hand, she gently rubbed Alex’s back. “You okay?” Her voice was still rough from sleep. “Don’t know.” Alex gave a weak shrug. “I just suddenly felt sick.” “Mmh.” Casey scooted a little closer, wanting to comfort her. “S´thing you ate?” Her brain wasn’t awake enough for full sentences yet. Alex just shook her head. “I don’t know what it could’ve been…” Casey rubbed her eyes, and suddenly, a thought formed in her head. Before she could think better of it, the question just tumbled out of her: “Are you pregnant?”
The words had an immediate effect. Alex turned to her, half-amused, half-bewildered . She stared at Cher girlfriend for a few seconds, speechless, studying her face. “What?” Her tone was suddenly much sharper. Casey blinked, confused. “What?” She sat up properly now, torn between worrying about Alex and the overwhelming urge to sink back into the pillows. “Pregnant, Casey?” Alex’s eyes flashed. “Are you joking right now? Because this is not the time.”
“Uh… no!” Casey ran a hand over Alex’s arm. “I’m just worried.” “Casey, do you seriously think I’m cheating on you?” Alex raised an eyebrow. Something else flickered in her gaze. Was that… hurt? It took a few seconds for Casey to even register the question. “What? No! I just… my sister… when she was pregnant… mornings…” She trailed off. Suddenly, her eyes widened as her thoughts clicked into place, and sleep was yanked right out of her system. “Oh!” She sat up straight, and as she realized what she had just implied, her face flushed red.
“Casey, calm down, please. It’s okay.” Alex took her hands, laughing quietly. After a moment, Casey joined in, though a little uncertainly, still blushing. Had she really just said that…? “Lex… I…” Alex lifted Casey’s chin with a finger, making her look into her eyes. “Sweetheart,” she said with mock seriousness, “I’m not pregnant.” They both laughed. And despite the rough start to this early morning, they suddenly felt lighter.
Casey pulled Alex into her arms, pressing a soft kiss to her hair. “What can I do? Do you feel any better?” Alex sighed, snuggling closer. “A little. My stomach’s still a bit off. I’ll just try to sleep a little more.” “That’s a good idea,” Casey murmured, already ready to burrow back into the warm blankets—until Alex stopped her. “You’re getting up and making me tea. Chamomile, please. And maybe some toast.”
Casey groaned dramatically. “But that means I have to get up…” Alex leaned back just enough to give her a sly smile. “As the father, it’s your duty to take care of the mother-to-be.” Casey narrowed her eyes, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Oh, so that’s how you wanna play this?” Alex grinned. “You better believe it.”
Sighing, Casey kissed her hair once more before finally peeling herself out of the embrace and getting out of bed. “Chamomile and toast, Mommy?” Alex, already burrowed back into the blankets, nodded with an exaggerated pout. “Yes, Daddy!” Casey stared at her for a moment, then shook her head and trudged toward the kitchen. “…Unfair…” she muttered as she left the room.