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have some more cori!preg fic
Regan is practically dashing
down the aisles of Babies 'R' Us, pointing out things to Cori and occasionally putting something in their cart. Cori drifts along behind her, moleskine notebook in hand, scribbling down things she needs to save up for. The longer this list gets, the more she thinks she's going to have to get a whole apartment to put it all in. Her living arrangement is cramped enough as it is.
"... So yeah, you're gonna want one of tho-- Cor. Cor
! Are you even listening
to me?" Regan says, stopping her lecture on baby bassinets. She tosses her blonde hair and folds her arms, lifting her brows expectantly at her younger sister.
"Sorry, sorry," Cori says, rolling her eyes and putting the cap back on her pen. "Got distracted."
Regan's expression softens a little. "Are you worried about your appointment today?"
To be honest, Cori had forgotten about it for a little while. "Oh, uh, maybe a little," she lies. If she says she's worried about money and about there not being enough space in Roswel's apartment, Regan might tell Roswel about it and Cori really doesn't want people making a fuss over her and this baby. Not anymore than they already have, anyway. Cori is barely into her second trimester and Regan is already planning on how she can effectively max out her credit card on things for the baby. Cori tried to refuse - their dad pays her bill! - but Regan just waved her hand and told Cori not to worry about it.Sure, don't worry about it, Cori
, she thinks to herself, rolling her eyes. As if she has anything better to do. She's been puking like a fiend, she gets fatter every day, and in six more months she's going to have to squeeze ten pounds of blood, guts, and baby out from between her legs. Nothing to worry about here
Regan looks at her watch. "We have half an hour before you have to be at the doctor's office. C'mon, I want to look at changing tables."
Cori gives a weary sigh and touches her stomach absently. Better get used to this now, baby. It's all downhill from here.***
"CAN YOU HEAR ME IN THERE," Skip yells at Cori's stomach, which has expanded a little more in the last few weeks. "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHOOOOOOOHHHHOOOO."
Cori just stares at the top of Skip's head, her eyes a little wide and perplexed. "Skip, what are you doing
He looks up at Cori with an expression that clearly says DUH
. "I am singing whalesong
to it, what else would I be doing?"
"I don't know," Cori says, crossing her arms. It's partly in frustration and partly to hide her chest, which is growing along with her belly. "Maybe something else that does not involve screaming at my uterus
"Skip Junior needs to know there is someone who speaks the same language he does," Skip says solemnly, sitting back on his heels. "He is no ordinary baby. He is a special unique snowflake alien whale baby."
Cori's eyes widen a little. "Whale baby
? What-- Skip, are you calling me fat
It's his turn to look confused. "Huh?"
"Leave me alone!" Cori says, her eyes stinging very suddenly, and she moves past him with surprising quickness, nearly knocking him over in the process. She knows it's the hormones, but she can't help it. She wants to curl up in bed and bawl her eyes out. And on top of that, she's dying for orange soda and nachos, but Regan says she can't have caffeine or extra sugar or processed foods, or pretty much anything she likes
. She bursts into the bedroom she and Roswel share, teary-eyed and red-faced.
Roswel looks up from his computer and, seeing that all is not well, closes it and puts it aside. "Cori? Are you-- are you crying?"
That just makes the tears come harder - sheer embarrassment. Cori nods, covering her splotchy face with the sleeves of her toggle sweater. "Skip-- whalesong-- baby-- I'm fat and ugly
!" she wails, sobbing into the thick fabric, shoulders shaking furiously.
"Aw, Cori," Roswel says gently, easing off the bed and crossing the short distance between it and Cori. He tentatively reaches out and wraps his arms around her shoulders, holding her close. "No you're not. I think you're pretty."
Cori squirms a bit in his grasp, trying half-heartedly to push away, but there's no effort in it. "Y-yeah, well," she stammers in a watery voice, pulling her hands away from her face and curling her fingers in the fabric of Ros' shirt, inadvertently wiping her wet face on it. She tries to move a little closer to him but the stupid baby bump is in the way, so she just makes a pitiful frustrated sound.
Ros laughs a little, shifting his arm so he can brush his knuckles against her stomach. "I think there's something between us."
That makes Cori laugh a bit, and she relaxes her hand, twining her fingers casually with Roswel's. "You don't say."
Roswel's other hand plays absently with Cori's hair - he can't help it, it's so soft. "So, hey, why are you upset at Skip?" he asks curiously. "I couldn't understand."
Cori sniffs. "It's not important. But no more whalesong. I don't mind the bagpipes, but this baby is not being subjected to whalesong ever again. Especially if it is sung by Skip."
"Ohhh," Roswel says, nodding slowly. "Okay. Um. I'll tell him."
"Thanks," Cori says, her voice slightly muffled against Roswel's chest. "Want to hang out in here with me? Regan says I have to read this book before my next doctor's appointment or she won't tell me the sex of the baby." How she plans on withholding that information is beyond Cori, but she'd rather not have to deal with Regan pouting at her.
"Okay," Roswel says, unfolding Cori from his arms and leading her towards the bed. He lets her have the end with the pillow and sits cross-legged at the other end. "I can play some bagpipes for you, if you want."
Cori reaches for her book on the nightstand and looks at Roswel, a wry grin on her face. "Why the hell not."