Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2014 15:11:01 GMT -8
I’m not going, Aaron decided. I can’t go. Not like this.
A shimmer caught his eye—the light apparently reflecting upon the sequins of Hailey’s dress. Well...the dress she was supposed to be wearing. The theme was actually her idea. She insisted upon the double-breasted suit jacket. Hell, she picked out his entire suit. Not that he complained. One look in the mirror in full regalia was all he needed to remind him of her excellent taste.
He thought bringing along a period-appropriate weapon was a good idea. She vetoed that idea immediately, much his dismay. What was a gangster without his weapon?!
Perhaps there was something to be said about getting too into the role.
His fingers fidgeted with the edge of his black Panama hat while another wave of vomiting sounded from the bathroom. He winced as he was forced to listen to the discomfort and frustration of his wife enduring a particularly brutal bout of morning sickness. The past two months had their fair share of good days and bad days. He’d learned to adapt to each day as it came. Sometimes, it was as if there was no pregnancy at all, and they had their normal lives back. Other days, both of them spent their due time in the lavatory feeding off of each others misery.
If Aaron had known before that he might also share in his wife’s symptoms, he’d have put himself in stasis until the due date. What had their doctor called it? Couvade Syndrome? He supposed it didn’t matter what they called it. He hated it all the same.
After a minute of listening to Hailey, Aaron couldn’t sit on his butt anymore. He went to his replicator and ordered an ice-cold glass of water. Without pause, he moved for the bathroom and joined Hailey. The smell of vomit pushed him back, causing a small amount of water on the floor.
Hailey turned her sweat-ridden head towards Aaron. “What…” She paused as her hand lifted to her forehead and her eyes closed. “…are you doing?”
Aaron fell onto his knee, and placed the glass of water beside her leg. “Helping.”
Without bothering to ask, he gently grabbed onto both hands and held them out in front of him. Pulling from the research and brief lessons their doctor had given him, Aaron pressed on each of pressure points along her arms in second-intervals . He glanced towards her face to see if it was helping. She seemed better at least.
Once he completely his “therapy”, Aaron gently held her arms, and caressed his thumbs across the skin. “I say we skip the formalities, and just ground the kid until he’s five. Seems fair after what you’ve gone through.”
A minute echo of a smile appeared on her face as she shook her head lightly. “Make it 'til ten and you have a deal.”
Aaron put on a big grin, and brushed her arms a couple more times. “Sounds like a plan.
"Now,” He offered the glass of water to her before standing to his full height. “Take a few sips while I get changed. I, for one, have no issue with getting a nice, long—“
“What?” Hailey asked with an undertone of confusion. “Why are you changing?”
Aaron chuckled. “I may look good in this, but it doesn’t exactly feel good. Besides, if you have another round of nausea, I shouldn’t be in a suit.”
Hailey’s brow furrowed. “But the party…?”
“I’m not going,” he replied non-chalantly.
“What?!” There was a tinge of anger in her voice. “You’ve been looking forward to this party all week.”
Aaron shrugged. “I changed my mind.”
“Hon…” Her eyes challenged him. “Go.”
“And leave you here?”
“As soon as I finish this glass," she replied, "I’m going straight to bed. Frankly, I don’t need you.”
“But what if—“
“Go!” She insisted. “Knowing I ruined the night for you would make me feel worse. So have fun, and have one on me.”
Aaron didn’t immediately reply. He thought over his options. He really did want to go. He kept thinking ahead to this night through all the paperwork and the gritty work. It had been his light at the end of the tunnel.
But Hailey was supposed to be there beside him. He was the mafia man and she was his gal. They were supposed to make a striking couple. Did he deserve to have fun while his wife was sick at home? Was it alright if she insisted?
With an elongated groan, Aaron gave in and acquiesced to her demand…with a term. “Alright. But I’m helping you to bed, and that’s final.”
Hailey just shook her head, and finished off the last sip of her glass. “You know you’re annoying when you’re sweet.”
Aaron put on his signature grin. “I know.”
She reached out her hand for him, and he helped her onto her feet. As they past by her costume, Hailey stopped him, and brushed the silky fabric of her dress. “It’s a shame. I looked good.”
“I’m sure we can find another opportunity to use it.”
Knowing exactly how her husband thought, Hailey flashed Aaron a glare and pinched him.
“Ow!” he exclaimed. “What was that for?!”
“That’s what got us into this mess!”
Aaron bit his lip as he suppressed a laugh. They continued towards the bed, and he gently helped her down. “Now are you sure—?
“Yes,” Hailey replied without bothering to hear the rest.
“Okay…but if—“
“I’ll call.” She interrupted again. Her eyes dared him to try again. Surrendering, Aaron leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. “Sleep well. I love you.”
She grabbed his hand and gave it a firm squeeze. Though he didn’t hear her say it, Aaron knew that the gesture was of appreciation for his concern.
“I love you too."
Just as he was about to exit, Aaron glanced back to his wife, placed his hat on his head in what he though was a "cool" gesture. With a mischievous grin, Aaron the Gangster winked to his doll, and made his leave.
End Aaron
A shimmer caught his eye—the light apparently reflecting upon the sequins of Hailey’s dress. Well...the dress she was supposed to be wearing. The theme was actually her idea. She insisted upon the double-breasted suit jacket. Hell, she picked out his entire suit. Not that he complained. One look in the mirror in full regalia was all he needed to remind him of her excellent taste.
He thought bringing along a period-appropriate weapon was a good idea. She vetoed that idea immediately, much his dismay. What was a gangster without his weapon?!
Perhaps there was something to be said about getting too into the role.
His fingers fidgeted with the edge of his black Panama hat while another wave of vomiting sounded from the bathroom. He winced as he was forced to listen to the discomfort and frustration of his wife enduring a particularly brutal bout of morning sickness. The past two months had their fair share of good days and bad days. He’d learned to adapt to each day as it came. Sometimes, it was as if there was no pregnancy at all, and they had their normal lives back. Other days, both of them spent their due time in the lavatory feeding off of each others misery.
If Aaron had known before that he might also share in his wife’s symptoms, he’d have put himself in stasis until the due date. What had their doctor called it? Couvade Syndrome? He supposed it didn’t matter what they called it. He hated it all the same.
After a minute of listening to Hailey, Aaron couldn’t sit on his butt anymore. He went to his replicator and ordered an ice-cold glass of water. Without pause, he moved for the bathroom and joined Hailey. The smell of vomit pushed him back, causing a small amount of water on the floor.
Hailey turned her sweat-ridden head towards Aaron. “What…” She paused as her hand lifted to her forehead and her eyes closed. “…are you doing?”
Aaron fell onto his knee, and placed the glass of water beside her leg. “Helping.”
Without bothering to ask, he gently grabbed onto both hands and held them out in front of him. Pulling from the research and brief lessons their doctor had given him, Aaron pressed on each of pressure points along her arms in second-intervals . He glanced towards her face to see if it was helping. She seemed better at least.
Once he completely his “therapy”, Aaron gently held her arms, and caressed his thumbs across the skin. “I say we skip the formalities, and just ground the kid until he’s five. Seems fair after what you’ve gone through.”
A minute echo of a smile appeared on her face as she shook her head lightly. “Make it 'til ten and you have a deal.”
Aaron put on a big grin, and brushed her arms a couple more times. “Sounds like a plan.
"Now,” He offered the glass of water to her before standing to his full height. “Take a few sips while I get changed. I, for one, have no issue with getting a nice, long—“
“What?” Hailey asked with an undertone of confusion. “Why are you changing?”
Aaron chuckled. “I may look good in this, but it doesn’t exactly feel good. Besides, if you have another round of nausea, I shouldn’t be in a suit.”
Hailey’s brow furrowed. “But the party…?”
“I’m not going,” he replied non-chalantly.
“What?!” There was a tinge of anger in her voice. “You’ve been looking forward to this party all week.”
Aaron shrugged. “I changed my mind.”
“Hon…” Her eyes challenged him. “Go.”
“And leave you here?”
“As soon as I finish this glass," she replied, "I’m going straight to bed. Frankly, I don’t need you.”
“But what if—“
“Go!” She insisted. “Knowing I ruined the night for you would make me feel worse. So have fun, and have one on me.”
Aaron didn’t immediately reply. He thought over his options. He really did want to go. He kept thinking ahead to this night through all the paperwork and the gritty work. It had been his light at the end of the tunnel.
But Hailey was supposed to be there beside him. He was the mafia man and she was his gal. They were supposed to make a striking couple. Did he deserve to have fun while his wife was sick at home? Was it alright if she insisted?
With an elongated groan, Aaron gave in and acquiesced to her demand…with a term. “Alright. But I’m helping you to bed, and that’s final.”
Hailey just shook her head, and finished off the last sip of her glass. “You know you’re annoying when you’re sweet.”
Aaron put on his signature grin. “I know.”
She reached out her hand for him, and he helped her onto her feet. As they past by her costume, Hailey stopped him, and brushed the silky fabric of her dress. “It’s a shame. I looked good.”
“I’m sure we can find another opportunity to use it.”
Knowing exactly how her husband thought, Hailey flashed Aaron a glare and pinched him.
“Ow!” he exclaimed. “What was that for?!”
“That’s what got us into this mess!”
Aaron bit his lip as he suppressed a laugh. They continued towards the bed, and he gently helped her down. “Now are you sure—?
“Yes,” Hailey replied without bothering to hear the rest.
“Okay…but if—“
“I’ll call.” She interrupted again. Her eyes dared him to try again. Surrendering, Aaron leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. “Sleep well. I love you.”
She grabbed his hand and gave it a firm squeeze. Though he didn’t hear her say it, Aaron knew that the gesture was of appreciation for his concern.
“I love you too."
Just as he was about to exit, Aaron glanced back to his wife, placed his hat on his head in what he though was a "cool" gesture. With a mischievous grin, Aaron the Gangster winked to his doll, and made his leave.
End Aaron