bakerstreet | sick day meme

He blushes again and takes several deep breathes. Because he said it once the words come easier and less stuttery or rushed. "Will you move into my room with me?"

"I... Uh... But what about my nest?" The idea sounds appealing, really it does, but his instincts are telling him that he can't possibly move his nest now. Besides, his room is the darkest in the upstairs part of the house, which was why he chose it. It's perfect to set up a nest and then maybe a crib once the baby is big enough to be away from him at ni-

...Okay, right. "I mean, that's a great idea. You c-can start moving my things in..."

"I'll be sure to make the best nest," he said. He could tell, there were secret maternal instincts showing through, but don't worry, he won't force you to acknowledge them.

"No you won't! You don't know how! I mean, you put the big pillow on the side closest the door, and that's all wrong! Where do you even put the base of the nest, huh? Tell me!" He doesn't even know where all this is coming from, or how he knows that it's wrong to put the bulkiest stuff near the entrance. He just does. No one explains this shit in health class or anything, either! Maybe kids with Omega parents are told, but their parents were an Alpha and a Beta...

He gives his brother a bewildered look before pulling a notepad and pin from the backpack... seriously did he somehow fit the entire house in there? And wrote down, "Bulky stuff away from the door." For an Omega that protested being called a Mother, his brother certainly had a enlarged nesting instinct. And yes, he's going to take down notes on the subject.

He's male. Men are fathers and husbands, not mothers and wives, and he loves women, really, but don't insinuate that he is one, damnit. The notebook and pen get a withering glare, as though he could set them on fire with his mind. That isn't an answer to his question! "Seriously? You're gonna take notes on this? I..." Gilbert almost launches into trying to explain how the nest should be based on the mental image that comes to mind of an ideal, cozy nest, but he stops. Frowns. "I'm sure you can find a book on it. It's not important, though. If you just figure out which room you want for the nursery and all it's not like we need one."

He would cross his arms stubbornly but for the IV he has in one elbow, but accept the sulkish look as a facial interpretation of that body language. It's stupid to get worked up over a nest! They don't need one. Plenty of babies do just fine with cribs and nurseries and such, so it's not like they need to have a perfect nest, or even one at all. Maybe if he were some stupid, emotional breeder, but he's a man of logic. Why waste time and energy on a nest?

He sees through his brother's tsuning. He knows Gilbert wants to nest, and he finds the idea of being in a nest with his pregnant mate to be comforting. So, he's going to build the best nest. "I will get more pillows. Would an airbed be better than the matress?"

He'll also draw up plans for a nursery, even if he has to give up his office for it.

"I don't know! Whatever you want. It's stupid to build a nest! We're only gonna take it apart when the kid needs a room anyways, since we won't be using it again." He huffs, running his hand through his hair. This is exactly why he'd planned on getting pregnant later, so he had time to ready himself. Instead, he feels like his own brain is against him, because underneath everything that doesn't care and is genuinely disgusted with the whole thing, there is a tiny -but loud!- part that is screaming at him to build a proper nest and what are you doing letting an Alpha have free reign you idiot.

Gilbert could fix the nest if it doesn't meet his expectations. But he will build the best nest possible because he's super enthusiastic about this.

"I'm going to need to call your doctor, anything you want me to let them know?" Because with Gilbert in the hospital, he won't make the appointment in the morning.

Groan. Why does he get the impression that everything he says that doesn't line up with Ludwig's expectations of fatherhood and being a good mate are going to go in one ear and out the other. He hides his face with one hand. "That I really wish she'd talked me out of this stupid idea? I dunno..." He makes a frustrated noise. "I don't feel like myself. Ask if they can fix that." How is he going to explain this at work? Again, he'd anticipated having time.

"Are you gonna leave now?"

One thing at a time, he wants to make sure his brother is healthy and safe first before he deals with other things. "I think you're more yourself than you usually are, you're just showing a part of yourself that you rarely do."

"Is there a window in this room." He knows the answer is yes. He just wants to remind Ludwig of that fact. Really. Why does his brother keep insisting that all this stupid Omega bullshit is him. It's so obviously not that he can't even laugh; just feel sick to his stomach despite the medicine. "Hand me that little empty tub there, will you." It was actually left by the nurse for him to throw up into, so...

He picks up the bucket and brings it to Gil all the while speaking.

"I'm not saying that's all you are. I'm well aware that you're not a stereotypical Omega. I'm just saying, that it is a part of you and you can let it show from time to time."

"But I don't want it to be a part of me! I hate it! It makes me sick!" ...Stupid anti-nausea medication. He really would have liked to be able to punctuate that point with a bit of vomit. "You know that!" In defeat, he just fidgets with the tub. Fine. No dramatic retching. Stupid traitorous stomach.

"Do you want me to rub your stomach?" he asks. It was supposed to help with nausea. And he does want to touch his mate's stomach, because OhMyGod baby!

...The only, and he means only, reason why that tub isn't hurtling through the air towards Ludwig's face is because he doesn't need anyone thinking he's just having mood swings. "Did you even hear a word I said other than sick?!"

"Yes I heard you, I also read that it helps against nausea," he blushes.

Growl... "I'm not actually physically sick. Why do I even..." He slams the bin back down onto his bedside table in frustration. Why does he feel like he could cry right now? Damn hormones. And he does feel bad for taking all this out on Ludwig, which only makes him more upset. Except, no. He doesn't cry. "Are we gonna be spending the next nine months with me saying one thing and you hearing what you want?"

"I thought you meant both since you had the bin," he said. He was only trying to help. "I am listening, Gilbert, and I'm trying to understand."

"Well, I was hoping to make my point a little more dramatically. Shut up." Huff. "I thought this would be... different. Just have the kid but not turn into some stupid... hormone-driven... emotional... ... ...thing." He can't think of a word that sums up all his loathing, so he hopes his tone suffices. "But here I am, worrying about nests and scared out of my mind around other Alphas, and not even thinking about work. ...Oh fuck, how am I gonna be able to work like this? Most of the engineering department is Alphas! I mean, it's gotta be something that can be done. That girl who drew my blood is pregnant and she works around Alphas."

"I'll be sure to mention it to your doctor when I call," he said. "Maybe you can work from home?"

Oh, don't say that. Because the stupid, traitorous part of his brain that wants to build a nest and hide from Alphas just loves that idea. Of course, with a little less engineering work and a little more making sure everything is safe and sound and ready for his child... But who cares about earning a living when his Alpha is so ready and eager to take care of him?

He looks as though he's genuinely considering that option for a moment, when suddenly his face goes pale and he snaps out a response. "No! Bad idea. Very bad. Don't ever mention it again. I'll just put up with being angry."

"Maybe your doctor will have better options," he said. Perhaps an anti-anxiety drug would help. Well... one of them probably needed it, at least.

"So, it's a little early, but do you have any names you like?" let's move on to a happier topic.

"No. Should I?" He's a bit confused by the sudden change of topic, but doesn't really care to ask. "Lemme guess, you've had names picked out since we were kids." Someone explain to him again why Ludwig got to be the Alpha? Talk about your cruel twists of fate.

He blushed. "I always liked the name Fredrich for a boy and Maria for a girl." Yes, he had them picked out since they were kids. It really wasn't fair that Gil was an Omega and he had to be an Alpha, though he didn't envy Gilbert's illness.

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