The Just Heaven Suite

[Drake]

"Uh. I guess I can." He answered surprised. He hadn't really thought of that part. The part where she actually got really huge and had jelly rubbed all over her stomach for ultrasounds. Would they still have sex then? Would he be able to even give her a hug without running into her stomach.

Drake decided he didn't want to answer her obscene question about the ridiculous thought that he could produce a girl. So he retorted, "What if it's twins?"

[Diya]

"Oh dear," Diya gasped at the thought. "I mean they'd be really cute and all but I don't know how I'm going to handle one...let along two or three." Right then octomom came into Diya's head and she couldn't help but take a big gulp.

"But you know," she smiled while turning around and crawling onto him- "We can still do it...and it's not like we'd have to worry about this again," she said, pointing at her stomach.

[Drake]

"Or like we have to worry about your vag ever being tight again." He said with a devilish smirk. "Guess I better enjoy the bod and the sex now huh?" He knew he was being an asshole but he wasn't sure he was quite the kind of guy who was going to fantasize about feeling his child kick inside his girlfriend's stomach or the kind of guy who was ready to start shopping for the nursery. All he really felt was that now he had to stop two other beings from getting Croatoan. Great, now he just needed to find out where to purchase a space suit.

"So what scares you the most?" He asked curiously since it was her body and he was just the the man providing the fertilizer.

[Diya]

"A lot of things," Diya replied, closing her eyes for a second. She wasn't sure if she could choose one. "Being alone right now, I guess," she added with a nod, took his hand and held the back of it against her face. "I'm not going to lie...I really need you here with me right now..." With that she felt herself getting a little drowsy. Was it happening already? Getting tired more quickly and whatnot. After all, she was going to be doing everything for two people.

[Drake]

"And where would I go?" He asked her softly. For some reason the fact that she needed him turned him on, turned him on extremely to be precise and he turned her around so she could rest against him. Drake slid down a bit on the couch and let her lean up against him. He noticed how tired she appeared and he decided to continue the little massage he had started earlier from a different angle.

"Just relax. I'm not going anywhere." He said rubbing her shoulders and upper back, even copping a feel every so often.

[Diya]

"Mhmm," Diya moaned everytime his hands began to wander. "I'm tired dear," she smiled dreamily, looking into his eyes. Like some terribly lovesick schoolgirl she just started at him for a few minutes before her eyelids began to fall.

"Could you?" she jokingly asked Drake while pointing to the bed before her body went limp and she just fell asleep on the spot.

[Drake]

He smiled and snickered a bit as he saw her eyes droop and her drift to sleep against him. He could tell that this pregnancy thing was going to be much more difficult than he would have hoped. Slipping his way out from underneath her he gently lifted her, she didn't stir. He carefully carried her into their bedroom and laid her on the hotels bed, taking off her clothes slowly and leaving her in her undergarments to sleep for a bit.

He slowly closed the door behind him as he walked out of the bedroom, then out of the suite all together. He wasn't going to leave her, but he did need to get out for a bit to clear his mind.

[Drake]

FF- to barfing and shiz.
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Drake sat at the living room table hunched over a pile of papers scattered on the coffee table as he drank a glass of wine and pondered which pieces to submit to his publisher to be adapted into a book of short stories. He couldn't lie money had been tight since they had moved temporarily into a hotel. Drake just wanted to escape, get out a bit, actually get fresh air (fresh night air of course), but he was trapped inside due to his fear of disease and his stupid consistent writer's block.

The only sound he could hear wasn't birds chirping, or winds blowing, or even an unfriendly bulldozer. It was his girlfriend puking her brains out in the bathroom. He chose to ignore the sound of it, it was the sign that this situation was real, something he wasn't dreaming up. Everyday felt different to him and he cautiously watched her stomach just waiting for it to one day pop out to where he wouldn't be able to hold her close anymore.

[Diya]

Diya had been in the here for...oh, ten minutes or so, but it felt like eternity. Especially for Drake. She knew he was trying to work, it must have been horrible for him.

"Okay, I think I'm done," she breathed as she walked back out of the bathroom after rinsing her face. "How's that writing going?" she asked, hoping that might get him in a better mood.

"You know I heard some people stop after like...the first three months, and we're almost there-" wait, why was she talking like that? It was just her that was pregnant, hah.

[Drake]

Drake shuffled with papers, making little marks as he would catch a grammar or spelling error. He placed his hand over his face as he took a moment to rest his eyes from the endless white papers that surrounded him.

When he looked up he found Diya standing there, through with her little "episode". "Did you brush your teeth?" He asked with a curious glance toward her stomach. He couldn't help but wonder how that really worked out, that you could puke constantly and still get huge. Oh the way nature worked.

[Diya]

"Yep," Diya nodded obediently and sat down on the bed behind him. "You want something to drink?" she asked as she walked over to where the teapot was and poured herself some tea she had prepared earlier, it always made her feel just a little better. Of course Drake was more of a coffee person, but she forgot about that.

"Only have tea right now," she added quietly, trying to bother him as little as possible.

[Drake]

"Nope." He muttered grabbing a page and staring it over curiously. "Read this and tell me if the third paragraph should be moved somewhere else." He asked as he shoved the paper toward her in his busy mode. He pulled out his trusty pack of cigarettes and lit one up.

"I think I need to go out and get more cigarettes soon...do pregnant people need special stuff or anything that I should get while I am out later?" He asked with a hint of disgust, trying to imagine the gross things that one might buy a pregnant woman.

[Diya]

"Hah, no," Diya laughed as she saw the look on Drake's face, it was kind of cute. She was thankful she managed to keep her weird sense of humor throughout this ordeal or sorts. Then she nodded and took the paper from his hands and quickly read over it twice, signaling for him to move the paragraph and correct a mistake here and there. Done.

"So um...you know how people don't smoke around pregnant women? Is that something we have to worry about right now? Or is that later? Or is it just bad if I smoke? Or is that just B.S.?" she asked, trying not to annoy him, but it had been at the back of her mind for the last while since they spent most of their time together in this hotel room. She didn't want to upset him, but she couldn't help worrying about their baby. Maybe she could wait outside or something.

[Drake]

"I don't think the baby minds that much right now. I'd say let's not give that a big thought until your kid is at least looking like a kid." Drake knew the day would come when he would have to resort to smoking outside or possibly asked to stop all together but he chose for the moment to ignore this unwelcomed fact of life.

"Do you think you will start reading books on this sort of stuff? Learning what to expect?" Drake asked curiously cause he didn't know if it was just a woman's intuition that kept her understanding herself at a time like this or if she needed a manual like an appliance you buy at a store.

[Diya]

Something similar was going through Diya's mind. "Yeah, I should probably go look some stuff up online or borrow some books- oh, haven't been to the library yet," she said enthusiastically. Should remember to drop by there one day. Drake was obviously avoiding the topic, but Diya just blamed herself for not knowing earlier. She quietly sat down on what little space there was left on the chair and snuggled up beside Drake.

[Drake]

Drake nodded blankly pondering the thought of seeing Diya sitting in a rocking chair with a huge stomach, knitting baby booties. Drake wrapped his arms around her and placed his hands on her stomach. "Incubating a tadpole" He muttered with the half cigarette perched between his lips.

"Who would have thought it..." He added quietly taking out the cigarette and stubbing the remains in the ashtray. "You know the other night I had a dream about the baby. It was a beautiful boy with thick black hair and he was obnoxiously loud. Then I guess the loudness didn't fit well with my dream atmosphere so I woke up."

[Diya]

"Obnoxiously loud? I wonder who he got that from," Diya whistled playfully. She knew she could be at times, at least to someone like Drake who probably had very high standards for silence. "How are you so sure it's going to be a boy? Or even one with black hair?" she teased him. Imagine the look on his face if it was a girl! It was nice of him to dream about the baby though, Diya hadn't.

[Drake]

"How many times must I tell you. It WILL be a boy. The Lyndon's are very masculine men, we produce boys very well. Girls on the other hand, well not so well." He remarked thinking of the fact that the one time his mother had carried a girl, it had been a miscarriage. "It will be a boy, and well I am pretty sure since it will be a Lyndon boy it will look mostly like me but hey I had to give you something in the mix, so he has your hair."

Drake shrugged. "I know you may want a girl but I think you may need to just face the reality of the thing."

[Diya]

"Reality, hmm?" Diya laughed. "We'll see." She really didn't mind whether it was a girl or boy, as long as it warm and cuddly and something she could love and adore and dress up and dote on and whatnot. But Drake's insistence on a boy made her wonder what a girl would look like. A bit like her, probably lighter skin tone between her's and Drake's, and a head full of pretty dark brown hair.

"I think I'm going to go take another nap," she said. "Tuck me in?" Diya joked as she lay down on the bed.

[Drake]

"Yeah." He said standing up from his mess of papers. He waited until she was laid down on the bed and he took a few moments to give her long, deep kisses and smooth back her hair before he pulled a light sheet around her waist and got his stuff to head for the door for his drugstore stop.