Work Text:
Despite the late hour, Tyler was out of bed as soon as he heard Wednesday vomiting.
She’d complained about the inaccuracy of morning sickness , as hers occurred all throughout the day, even going so far as to disrupt her sleep. A cranky Wednesday was not one to be taken lightly, not that her usual self should be either.
Coming up behind her, he pulled her braids back away from the open toilet, using his other hand to rub up and down her back. “I’m right here, Sweetheart,” he murmured. She gripped the sides of the toilet, tensing up until the urge was all over and she slumped down, exhaling heavily. “Do you want some water?” He kept his voice quiet, gentle, knowing she didn’t like to be bombarded with questions at a time like this.
She let out a groan, her way of telling him yes .
Grabbing one out of the cabinet, he filled the little paper cup halfway, getting back down beside her. One arm came around Wednesday to steady her, the other lifting the cup to her lips so she could sip on it. His wife was normally against accepting help, still as stubborn as the day he met her, but whether by exhaustion or resignation, she didn’t try to fight against him.
“Let’s try to get you back to bed, Wen,” he suggested after she finished. He looped his arms around her, getting his wife back onto her feet while being careful so she wouldn’t fall back down. Guiding her back to their bed, Wednesday let out a yawn that wasn’t subtle enough to hide from him.
Tyler smiled softly, kissing her on the top of her head. “You’re doing amazing, Sweetheart.”
“I am just pregnant,” she rolled her eyes.
“You aren’t just pregnant,” he helped her lay back down, despite her lightly swatting at his hands. Her body sunk into the sheets, relaxing now that her heaving was done for the moment. “You, my beautiful cockroach, have our child inside of you.” Not for the first time, he was in awe of her distended abdomen, letting his hands rest on it for a second or two.
“I don’t understand your fascination with doing that,” she complained, but never made it a point of forcing him to stop. He knew she didn’t mind it coming from him . But there had been one overeager older lady who put her hands on Wednesday when she was out at the grocery store to find something suitable for dinner. Tyler had not expected a phone call to come from the police station whilst he was in the middle of his shift.
“I need you to bail me out,” she said matter-of-factly.
Tyler shut his eyes, praying for strength. “What did you do this time?”
“If you ask the officers, they would tell you I assaulted a woman.”
“.....And what do you think you did?” Tyler said warily.
“I merely taught her why it is essential to keep one's hands to themselves.”
Tyler kissed her stomach, imagining the precious little boy they would get to hold in a few short months. They--meaning himself because he didn’t trust Wednesday to do it by herself in a way that wouldn’t frighten their baby--had already decorated the nursery, filling with all the necessary things they would need for their little one’s arrival. Enid had tried to give Wednesday a bit of advice, but that didn’t go over very well. Maybe it was the hormones or his wife’s intolerance for Enid’s exuberant personality that day, but Tyler had to spend at least half an hour awkwardly patting the werewolf on the back as she bawled into his shoulder.
Crawling into bed beside her, Tyler laid on his side, brushing her sweaty bangs out of her face. Wednesday, with her eyes closed, took soft breaths, her lips twitching upward into a tiny, sleepy smile. “I love you both so much.”
Wednesday was starting to doze off, though she tried to stay awake. “I hope for my sanity this baby isn’t as affectionate as you are.”
“Oh, he will be,” Tyler said just to mess with her. “I bet my genes will override yours.”
“That isn’t something to joke about,” she scolded him and he laughed.
“He’ll look like me.”
“No, he won’t.”
“He’ll probably want to save baby animals when he’s older.”
“ Stop it!”
“And he’ll beg us to take him to Disney World.”
“ Tyler Galpin- ” She started to say threateningly, only to stop suddenly. He looked at her, a mixture of curiosity and concern.
“Wednesday? Are you-”
“I believe our child just kicked,” she interrupted him.
He gaped at her. “You’re sure?”
She rolled her eyes. “Obviously.”
His eyes darted to her stomach. “Can I-?”
“When has that ever stopped you?” she muttered, but nodded to him her consent. Tentatively, he touched her stomach again, inhaling sharply when he too felt the kick.
“Holy crap...”
Wednesday rested her hand on top of his, strangely quiet. Tyler let her process this. Throughout the pregnancy thus far, she’d tried to get used to all these changes that came to her body and mind. She’d about lost her mind when the frequent urination started to disrupt her day. Tyler had lost count of the amount of times she’d faulted him for this, telling him that she was not going through this ever again so he'd better cherish this time.
“What do you think?” He whispered.
“It’s slightly painful,” she eventually said. “I like it.”
“Do you need anything?” Tyler intertwined their fingers.
“I need your son to let me sleep,” she muttered, shutting her eyes.
“Oh, he’s my son already?” He chuckled, reaching over to press soft kisses on her cheek up to her temple. Wednesday leaned into his touch, her face pressed into his neck. One of her hands came behind his head, pushing him closer to her, the other around his neck. Tyler didn’t want to put all his weight on her. Maybe he was being slightly irrational but he didn’t want to risk anything happening to the baby. Wednesday thought it was ridiculous, warning him that he better not become overprotective with their son once he was born.
“I love you,” he murmured, nuzzling her when they shifted into a more comfortable position. She dropped her head on his shoulder, falling back into the sleep she’d been roused from. He tucked a piece of her hair out of her face. “I love you so much. You’re so beautiful, Wednesday, and you’re going to be an amazing mother.”
He kissed her forehead, shutting his own eyes.