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#we could scold him for eating hooman food but where's the fun in that
rebouks · 7 months
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Oscar: Did you seriously just throw up on my shoes..? Courtney: What is that? Oscar: Fish pie? Courtney: Did you make it with rotten fish? Oscar: Excuse me-… Robin: Who threw up? Courtney: Me, honey-.. it’s fine, I’ll clean it up. Robin: Can I eat it? Oscar: Wha-.. oh, the pie! Sure. [Courtney shot Oscar a look of disgust, half tempted to throw up on him again] Oscar: What? The kid eats anything, remember when Lou-… Courtney: Alright. Oscar: Are you okay, are you sick..? Courtney: Maybe. Oscar: Maybe-.. tell that to the rug, and my shoes. [Courtney grimaced apologetically] Courtney: Sorry, I’ll-… Oscar: It’s fine, go lay down or something. … Oscar wasn’t particularly phased by vomit; he was used to being thrown up on by now-.. hell, he’d covered himself more times than he could count in the past. Shaking the unpleasant memories away, he dragged his thoughts to the present. It hadn’t occurred to him until now that Courtney might be pregnant, but the more he thought about it, the more it made sense; she’d been ill a few times recently, and tired. She’d figured it was just “that time of year” or blamed it on the fact that Robin had started school and decided to share his germs, but no one else had gotten sick yet. On the one hand it was a relief she wasn’t obsessed enough to notice this time around, on the other, he worried she might feel overwhelmed by the news, or that she might be in denial. Impatient to get more done around the house, he’d spent most of his free time working as of late, though he tried to help out as much as he could; Robin threw a fit every morning before school and she’d just managed to start weaning Wren and Byrd, who were admittedly a handful more often than not. They definitely had a lot on their proverbial plates… Still, whatever her reaction might be, he couldn’t help feeling a rush of excitement at the thought of having another child. Failing to notice Lou’s head buried in his “disgusting” fish pie, Oscar flung water everywhere as he shook his hands, used his jeans in lieu of a tea towel and hastily headed upstairs with a grin. … Oscar: What’re you doing in here? Courtney: Thinking about how much we still need to do. [Oscar scoffed, waving a hand, it’d get done eventually; besides, he wasn’t too interested in the house right now] Oscar: I think someone might be pregnant. Courtney: Can it be you this time? [Oscar chuckled, shaking his head] Oscar: ‘fraid not-.. when was the last time you took your pill? Courtney: Yesterday-.. no, today. Oscar: Hmm. Courtney: Maybe we should-… [Courtney trailed off as Oscar gleefully finished her sentence] Oscar: Get a test? On it!
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