Upon opening her eyes Elly immediately knew it was going to be a special kind of day. She burped, rolled over, and unintentionally smacked her husband across the face as she struggled to wake.
"Hey!"
"Sorry! Gotta get - bathroom!" The next few moments involved a very panicked cat woman tripping over the sheets and tangling herself in them trying to rush to the toilet.
Aizawa blinked the sleep out of his eyes and yanked the sheets off the bed, bundling wife and cloth together. He bolted for the bathroom, remembering the mess she had made a day ago when she hadn't moved quite fast enough. Elly knelt in front of the toilet and gave him a weak thumbs-up.
"That's it, we're buying a basin and placing it next to you in the bedroom." He leaned heavily on the doorframe as she was violently sick.
"Ughhh."
"Uh huh." He ran cool water on a was cloth and dabbed at her neck and brow. "Didn't Chiyo tell you to eat something when you wake?"
"I didn't even have time," she explained tiredly. "There's a snack on the nightstand."
"Well," he shrugged. "It can't last the entire pregnancy... can it?"
"It better not," she muttered. Her purple hair was wet where he had wiped and wayward strands framed her paler-than-usual features. "I won't be a ball of freaking sunshine any more if it lasts another <i>week</i>."
He snorted. "Hnf! You're one now?" He easily dodged the washcloth as it sailed past his head. "I know this is trying, my queen, but it's necessary if you want to have our child."
"I <i>know</i>, Shota," she grated at him, her ears laying back. "I'm cranky, not stupid." She kicked the last of the sheets off and clambered to her feet. He offered her his arm and hauled her up.
"Hungry now?"
"Yeah." She stuck her tongue out at him. "Like always. Even when I'm barfing, I'm starving, somehow."
He wrinkled his nose. "Yuck."
"Yeah. That's one of the reasons I'm cranky."
Aizawa paused in the hallway to regard her solemnly. She was starting to show, and had resorted to wearing his old t-shirts to bed until she could shop for some maternity clothes. This morning she wore a dark charcoal top that had pawprints trailing up on the back, and a loose-fitting pair of sweatpants. She looked back over her shoulder to catch him staring.
"Sho? You okay there?"
He nodded and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her and rubbing her belly. "Mm hmm. You want company today at the mall?"
"What? Are you offering to shop with me?!"
"Yes." He kissed her cheek. "I'm feeling very ... protective of you both. You mind the company?"
"Aw, cute. Of course not, I've been dying to have you come with me on a few more trips." Her eyes brightened. "We can look in that new baby boutique they just opened for anthros!"
His lips twitched. "Careful, Ches. He or she might come out totally human."
"I know. Doesn't matter, either. But there's a really good chance we'll have a mix. Ears, tail, fangs, nose - one of my great grandparents had the whole head, you know."
"Oh?"
"I can see what's running through your head," she teased him. "You would completely lose it if there was a fluffy cat head in the house all the time."
"There already is." He ruffled her purple hair. "You fight back sometimes, though."
She snapped at his fingers and he jerked his hand out of the way. "Ha!"
"Okay, that's it. We're getting you fed."
"Good. I'm starving."
He rolled his eyes in jest and she grinned at him. <i>I guess there were <b>worse</b> ways to start the day</i>, she thought as she watched him slump over to the coffee pot.
"Hey!"
"Sorry! Gotta get - bathroom!" The next few moments involved a very panicked cat woman tripping over the sheets and tangling herself in them trying to rush to the toilet.
Aizawa blinked the sleep out of his eyes and yanked the sheets off the bed, bundling wife and cloth together. He bolted for the bathroom, remembering the mess she had made a day ago when she hadn't moved quite fast enough. Elly knelt in front of the toilet and gave him a weak thumbs-up.
"That's it, we're buying a basin and placing it next to you in the bedroom." He leaned heavily on the doorframe as she was violently sick.
"Ughhh."
"Uh huh." He ran cool water on a was cloth and dabbed at her neck and brow. "Didn't Chiyo tell you to eat something when you wake?"
"I didn't even have time," she explained tiredly. "There's a snack on the nightstand."
"Well," he shrugged. "It can't last the entire pregnancy... can it?"
"It better not," she muttered. Her purple hair was wet where he had wiped and wayward strands framed her paler-than-usual features. "I won't be a ball of freaking sunshine any more if it lasts another <i>week</i>."
He snorted. "Hnf! You're one now?" He easily dodged the washcloth as it sailed past his head. "I know this is trying, my queen, but it's necessary if you want to have our child."
"I <i>know</i>, Shota," she grated at him, her ears laying back. "I'm cranky, not stupid." She kicked the last of the sheets off and clambered to her feet. He offered her his arm and hauled her up.
"Hungry now?"
"Yeah." She stuck her tongue out at him. "Like always. Even when I'm barfing, I'm starving, somehow."
He wrinkled his nose. "Yuck."
"Yeah. That's one of the reasons I'm cranky."
Aizawa paused in the hallway to regard her solemnly. She was starting to show, and had resorted to wearing his old t-shirts to bed until she could shop for some maternity clothes. This morning she wore a dark charcoal top that had pawprints trailing up on the back, and a loose-fitting pair of sweatpants. She looked back over her shoulder to catch him staring.
"Sho? You okay there?"
He nodded and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her and rubbing her belly. "Mm hmm. You want company today at the mall?"
"What? Are you offering to shop with me?!"
"Yes." He kissed her cheek. "I'm feeling very ... protective of you both. You mind the company?"
"Aw, cute. Of course not, I've been dying to have you come with me on a few more trips." Her eyes brightened. "We can look in that new baby boutique they just opened for anthros!"
His lips twitched. "Careful, Ches. He or she might come out totally human."
"I know. Doesn't matter, either. But there's a really good chance we'll have a mix. Ears, tail, fangs, nose - one of my great grandparents had the whole head, you know."
"Oh?"
"I can see what's running through your head," she teased him. "You would completely lose it if there was a fluffy cat head in the house all the time."
"There already is." He ruffled her purple hair. "You fight back sometimes, though."
She snapped at his fingers and he jerked his hand out of the way. "Ha!"
"Okay, that's it. We're getting you fed."
"Good. I'm starving."
He rolled his eyes in jest and she grinned at him. <i>I guess there were <b>worse</b> ways to start the day</i>, she thought as she watched him slump over to the coffee pot.
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