Domestic Polycule AU

A Second Chance

Connie gagged immediately upon walking into the dining room and scowled at Adam. "What is that awful smell?"

He raised an eyebrow and looked down at the disinfectant he was cleaning with. "Is it this?"

She got closer and immediately backed away. "It's disgusting, we need a natural one."

Adam set it down and washed his hands thoroughly before approaching her and taking a good look at her. "What does it smell like?"

"Straight alcohol," Connie muttered dangerously. "What are you doing?"

He backed away cautiously with his hands up. "Nothing. Observing you."

Her eyes narrowed sharply. "Why?"

"Take a pregnancy test," He suggested as quietly as he could. "You're moody, you can't stand cleaning supplies which I will go to buy better ones tomorrow, and your skin is looking even more gorgeous than usual." Adam cleared his throat nervously and made steady eye contact. "I think you're pregnant, Connie."

But she was dead, her heart beat once about every thirty seconds or so, even slower than Lars'.

And he really thought she was pregnant just because she couldn't stand the smell of the nasty chemicals they put in harsh cleaning supplies? She had half a mind to tell him off!

She sighed, trying to release the tension she could feel growing in her body. He wasn't being mean or callous, he was being himself and Adam was an honest man to his very core. She shouldn't snap at him...

"Oh my stars..." A hand went over her stomach as hope began to fill her from head to toe. "I think you might be right, I'm thinking pregnancy thoughts."

Adam chuckled. "Like 'I should eat this entire rack of ribs' thoughts or 'Don't kill him he's doing the best he can' thoughts?"

Her stomach grumbled. "Ugh, both. Ribs sound amazing right now."

He nodded and blew her a kiss. "I'll take you out once we figure this out."

She ran up to kiss his lips instead while holding her breath because god that smell was going to make her puke. He laughed outright as she bustled into her house. "That girl is knocked the fuck up..."

*

Connie had ten pregnancy tests and zero pregnancy test courage. She'd be so heartbroken if it said no. Initially she'd predicted she'd be barren after dying in childbirth but Adam had pointed out he could Seahorse Dad just fine being technically post mortem. Sometimes she was so scatterbrained she completely forgot about the day Adam had died.

The thoughts sent chills through her so she returned them to the tests. With shaky hands she attempted to open it for four minutes before she ripped it open with her teeth.

It clattered to the ground loudly and she jumped, startled.

She was well versed in taking them now, the hard part was just trying not to throw up in panic. Nauseous, she was way more nauseous than she felt she should be with anxiety.

She wished Steven were home but he'd taken out the kids to the park to play. Comet was three now, it had been nearly four years since they'd tried for him, the pain of losing his twin cut too deep for a while, and Connie needed time to adjust to being another casualty while Steven grieved ten times as hard. Throughout everything: through the times she'd find him curled up into a ball sobbing himself horribly sick on the bathroom floor in a puddle of tears and half digested dinner, through the times she'd catching him staring as if he weren't all that sure she was really there, to the many times he had to admit he might just end his life and was Shackle Nursed, Steven stayed an incredible husband and lover, and the best father to their children.