Kiss Me

Omegaverse

Aya

Part Fourteen

What a way to add to our relationship. Pregnant and going to the last American frontier. I was on to him, he wasn’t fooling anybody. "Alaska, Henley?" I asked for the ninety-fifth time as we boarded our flight.

"What?" he asked innocently. "You make it seem like a bad idea. Neither of us has ever been." I knew better. We weren’t just checking a destination off some arbitrary bucket list. He wanted to ensure I couldn't run away and taking me to some cottage in the wilderness would be a sure-fire way to do it. There was no way I was going to outrun a bear. Or a wolf. Or any other wild animal that was frolicking around. He had me right where he wanted me. He was a genius, but I’d never let him know that. "Fairbanks isn’t like the middle of nowhere," he reminded me. "They have indoor plumbing and everything." God I laughed at that. He always makes me laugh.

And it turns out that indoor plumbing came in handy. Where the first night and day was spent eating and exploring the cool city, then driving to our cottage, day two found me in the bathroom of said cottage until around noon, then day three and day four and now day five. "Are you all right?" Henley asked, as he brought me a 7-Up as I sat on the floor in front of the toilet.

"Yeah, I think so."

"That shit is serious. How do you feel?"

Who knew morning sickness started so soon? I thought I’d have a few more weeks to get used to the idea. I’d only known for two weeks. It was crazy how fast it all happened. How one moment we were hoping we were having a baby, praying every day that I was pregnant and sure enough I actually was. Aida said Henley has some kind of super sperm because that night he knotted wasn't actually the night he got me all pregnant. Funny, right? Rare, too. But it happened and we're so damn happy. "I feel fine right now. It just happens all of a sudden."

He set the drink down on the counter and offered me a hand up. "Do you think we should call a doctor or go home early?" Henley had been on his phone all morning googling how to combat my symptoms. I was going to learn a lot this day, if I didn’t start feeling better and occupy his time. The more he read, the more anxious he got.

"No. We’re on vacation."

"Yeah, but you’re barfing every thirty minutes. One website said that as long as you’re not feeling crampy, morning sickness is actually a sign of a healthy first trimester." He was speaking in trimesters and he’d only known for eight days. I'd told him right before he decided on this trip. All in Henley’s world was alive and well. Full-steam ahead.

Mine...not so much. Sick is an understatement. "I’m pretty sure I’ll be barfing no matter where we are. We might as well be shacked up in a real shack." I teased. Our cabin was nothing remotely close to shack-like, but it was fun giving him shit.

"Aya, this place has a movie theater. It’s far from primitive."

Carrying the soda with me, I walked back into the master bedroom and climbed back into bed. "I’m sorry I don’t feel good this morning." Even though he’d brought up babies on more than one occasion, and I’d only thought about them in theory, finding out I was pregnant made me unconditionally happy.

"Shut up. You still look hot. And if you’re hunched over the toilet, you’re an easy target if I want a little doggy action."

"Ew, you wouldn’t."

"No. I wouldn’t," he confessed with a stupid grin. "But some people are into that though. I bet I could find us a movie to watch later on that big screen, if you’re curious." He plopped down by my feet and perched his head on his hand.

"No thanks."

He gave me a huge grin, which matched the perfect rest of him. Henley looked fine in anything, but the way his pajama bottoms hung low on his hips and his T-shirt fit just so, well let’s just say he had casual down to a science. His presence made the yuckiness bearable. I wasn’t alone and he was my favorite thing to look at. And this was our routine. Mornings were rough, but by the time lunch would roll around, I’d feel right as rain. If you have to be sick with someone, I’d suggest finding someone who could make you laugh. He was a master at distraction. "Is it too early to pick out names, Aya?" He asked from his spot on the bed. After you do the same thing four mornings in a row, you find your places. I'd lean against the tub and he would lean against the wall facing me. Mostly we just looked at our phones and talked about crap, or how it had been a dumb idea to come all the way to Fairbanks, or we had our spots on the bed. Me laying like a lump and Henley at my feet giving them the best attention.

I laughed at his question. Was it too early? I didn’t think so. I’d already been racking my brain too. "I don’t think so. What do you have in mind?"

"I think we should name him Ringo," I waited for the telltale Henley smirk that usually followed when he was kidding. And I waited. I’d like to hope my non-answer is enough. The name he thought up was preposterous. It was easy to tell he found inspiration quickly, and impulsively he threw it at me. "Janet? Ms. Nasty? No, never mind that one. I hope it’s a boy. Those names are easier." I thought me being sick would ruin our vacation, but it wasn't even close to ruined by the shitty mornings. Looking back, the pukey-bathroom-floor mornings were some of my favorite memories of the trip. I got pretty good at toilet paper basketball. One morning he brought up an instructional video of how to fold washcloths and towels into origami. We played Name That Song or rather I lost at Name That Song. Who in the hell would guess (The Fabulous Thunderbirds?)

"Henley," he looked over at me. "What if it's twins?"

"Twins?" He purses his lips as his mind fills with the thought of twins. "Hang on," I closed my mouth as he looked down at his phone. "Got it."

"What?"

"Twins. I always thought it was the father that passed the gene over, but it turns out it's the mother. So it's a possibility."

"Huh, I never thought about it. But obviously now that we are pregnant I wondered."

"Does that mean we might have to pick two names?"

"When we get home we have the sonogram appointment. That will tell us all we need to know."

He smiled and shut off his phone. "Our own human Aya."

"You're so weird."

"If it's not twins, we could call her Nakita," he’d suggested. Then he bared his teeth to look fierce. "Veto if it's a boy."

"You suck with names."

"Hmm, they got baby name lists on the Internet?" He was such a smartass, but I loved it. "Maximus. That’s a good name." He looked hopeful that time. I didn’t mind Max, but you shouldn’t name your child based on what you watched on Netflix. We could do better.

"Veto? Nope," I denied him. "What about names for luck or like have some kind of beautiful meaning."

"Huh, I like the way you think beautiful." He smiled and went back to his phone. Soon...soon I'm going to chuck that damn phone out the window. But he's just so damn cute when he's thinking about baby things. The fact I'm pregnant was enough for me. Henley was right that day. When he'd hold me that it didn't matter and we should just wait and see what happens. He's always so right, although I didn't like to admit to that too often, just the fact that Aida called him super daddy made Henley's head big enough already, I wasn't going to add to that. "Heaven and Nevaeh, like Heaven because it feels like a gift from God and Nevaeh because it's Heaven spelled backwards. So if it's twins and girls, I think those names would be perfect."

"I actually love that. And if it's not twins and just one baby and a girl we can have either one. Now….for the boys or boy."

"Well they need to be strong names," god, Henley was going baby name crazy and it's still very early into the pregnancy. "Leo and Jude. Meaning like Lion. It's the meaning of Leo which has Latin Origins and Jude is also Latin and means Praised. I know they don't match, but I think they're good strong names."

"Henley. I love you. And I love all those names."

"I love you, because you grow life," he informed me as he circled my waist and placed his hands on my belly. "I mean not just for that….like I love you for everything." His stuttering was adorable. To think my flat tummy will soon grow. A small person will grow in there and Henley, he helped create him or her. If I get to see him this happy, this excited. I'll give him as many babies as he wants. I'll get fat as many times as he wants. I'd go through it over and over again, for him. I'd do anything for Henley, because he's done everything for me. Everything. He put up with my whining for starter's. He chased me when I was going to make a mistake and marry a guy I didn't want to marry. He stood up for me with my parents. He's done everything, so the least I could do was give him as many babies as he could want. And I guess….no, I hoped it would be twins. Twins would be awesome. I hope they have Henley's smile and my eyes. I also wouldn't care if they were Omega or Alpha or one of each like me and Aida, as long as they're healthy, I don't care. And if it's not twins, then we had the luxury of just having more. I definitely want loads more.