Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2019 0:17:32 GMT -5
Morning sickness was a bitch.
Fallon hated being sick, but she knew after eight months, it would all be worth it. Being a month pregnant was the silver lining to the war she was facing with her fellow fighters. Her sudden pregnancy announcement gave the Resistance a much needed moral boost despite one of their best fighters being out of commission so no harm would fall on the baby. She was given her own room separate from the others since her bouts of nausea usually led to naps.
The father of her child, Steve Fox, was out for a raid on G Corporation. Fallon was scheduled to go with him, but she knew she had to stay behind. When Steve asked her why, she revealed to him that she was pregnant. While dumbfounded at first, he was very happy with becoming a father, but what with the war, the future was unclear and it worried both him and Fallon.
Another bout of nausea swept over poor woman who was thankful to have her own bathroom as well. She would sometimes spend ten, fifteen, or even twenty minutes in the bathroom, occasionally vomiting into the toilet and generally feeling sorry for herself. Once she was able to pick herself up off the floor, she’d then take a hot shower and put on a clean nightgown before trudging back to bed for another nap.
When Fallon woke up, she felt like she was asleep for twelve hours, even though it was only two, after looking at the time. She frowned in worry when realizing Steve was gone for eight hours. She knew he could hold himself on his own, but with the future changing, she was worried about him. She sighed slightly as she lied back down, rubbing her face. Just as she was going to grab her phone, she heard a knock on her door.
“Come in.” She mumbled, not even looking at the door when she heard it open, assuming it was one of the doctors or the female fighters, though when she heard a deep, masculine chuckle, Fallon sat up and looked at who entered her room. Her eyes widened slightly before she smiled in relief.
There at the doorway was Steve, alive and well, back from a successful raid. Fallon got out of her bed and walked over to her beau, hugging him close and savoring his warmth. He was here and she had nothing to worry about.
They were going to be okay, despite this world broken by war.
Fallon hated being sick, but she knew after eight months, it would all be worth it. Being a month pregnant was the silver lining to the war she was facing with her fellow fighters. Her sudden pregnancy announcement gave the Resistance a much needed moral boost despite one of their best fighters being out of commission so no harm would fall on the baby. She was given her own room separate from the others since her bouts of nausea usually led to naps.
The father of her child, Steve Fox, was out for a raid on G Corporation. Fallon was scheduled to go with him, but she knew she had to stay behind. When Steve asked her why, she revealed to him that she was pregnant. While dumbfounded at first, he was very happy with becoming a father, but what with the war, the future was unclear and it worried both him and Fallon.
Another bout of nausea swept over poor woman who was thankful to have her own bathroom as well. She would sometimes spend ten, fifteen, or even twenty minutes in the bathroom, occasionally vomiting into the toilet and generally feeling sorry for herself. Once she was able to pick herself up off the floor, she’d then take a hot shower and put on a clean nightgown before trudging back to bed for another nap.
When Fallon woke up, she felt like she was asleep for twelve hours, even though it was only two, after looking at the time. She frowned in worry when realizing Steve was gone for eight hours. She knew he could hold himself on his own, but with the future changing, she was worried about him. She sighed slightly as she lied back down, rubbing her face. Just as she was going to grab her phone, she heard a knock on her door.
“Come in.” She mumbled, not even looking at the door when she heard it open, assuming it was one of the doctors or the female fighters, though when she heard a deep, masculine chuckle, Fallon sat up and looked at who entered her room. Her eyes widened slightly before she smiled in relief.
There at the doorway was Steve, alive and well, back from a successful raid. Fallon got out of her bed and walked over to her beau, hugging him close and savoring his warmth. He was here and she had nothing to worry about.
They were going to be okay, despite this world broken by war.