Protective prompt 20, with Guybrush and pregnant Elaine? Like when she’s really close?
Okay, one more time. Guybrush thought, flipping through his notebook of a checklist of the things he needed before the baby arrived.
It was… a rather long checklist, the more he looked through it for what felt like the hundredth time. In fact, not only did it look like it was a list that was made for someone of higher ranking, the edges of the paper looked worn from the amount of times Guybrush had flipped back and forth through the pages. Someone (mainly Guybrush) would think he would have memorized the list by now.
One would think that, because of this, he was prepared for the arrival and yet… yet he felt even more unready.
For every two he remembered, a dozen other things he would forget and immediate panic would settle in him and would not leave until the matter was resolved. This had been going on easily during the last– no, that was a lie. It had been going since the start of the pregnancy. Sleep had become non-existent as he scrambled to make sure everything was taken care of… especially now on the supposed last month.
He sighed and rubbed his eyes. Okay, one more time: ship is docked, all the things for the delivery were ready, house was…
Guybrush looked around the currently mid-renovated home. There was still some construction that was needed for the kitchen, the main living room, and pretty much everywhere else. All of the furniture was here, he just had yet to properly place said furniture in the rooms they’re supposed to go to, such as how the main bedroom had the bed set up, but the closet and nightstands were not… built.
He flicked back and forth with the pencil before finding unchecked the closet needing to be made and clothes folded away. How all three needed to be done.
Three…
No longer just two.
No longer just one.
Guybrush stared at the paper and decided his next project of the day was making sure his soon-to-be-born child’s room was, at the very least, set up. After that, he’ll work on Elaine’s stuff and then he’ll focus on his own. He’ll stay up again if he needs to, he convinced himself, it’s fine. Elaine was due any day now and he was absolutely adamant that he was going to take care of everything.
He made his way upstairs to the nursery, still trying to process that this was a permanent home of his and not a temporary one when he heard the tired exhale coming from the room. Raising a brow, he walked in and found Elaine kneeling on the floor, folding up the clothes and blanket and such.
“Elaine?” He called out. “What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be on bedrest.”
“I got bored.” She admitted. “And figured you could use some help.”
“No, c’mon… you don’t need to do that.” Guybrush bent down. “I told you I got this.”
“I know, and I remember… but it’s not fair that you do everything.” Elaine said.
“I’m doing the bare minimum. You, however, are doing everything.” He pointed at her stomach. “And all the books say–”
“That I need rest, yes, I know.” She sighed. “Believe me, I know… I’ve only heard that for what? Nine months now?”
“Give or take.” He gave a sheepish smile before dropping it slowly. “Please, you need rest. If anything happened, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself.”
“And you think I’ll be able to rest knowing you haven’t slept throughout the whole thing? Don’t go about thinking I haven’t noticed you sneaking off at night or the reading-into-the-morning habit you’ve been developing.”
“I thought I was subtle.”
“Being pregnant somehow made my senses sharper.”
“Really? None of the books said–”
Elaine just raised a brow and Guybrush quickly lowered his head, a hint of a blush on his cheeks.
“A-anyways…” he cleared his throat, “you shouldn’t be moving around so much. Especially now.”
“You don’t need to push yourself so hard, you’ve already gone above and beyond for all of us. You managed to rebuild an entire home from nothing, learned probably the most about pregnancies than most pirates and made sure I was taken care of. And I get that you’re nervous… as am I, but we’re a team, remember? We’re always going to look after one another.” She placed a hand on his cheek. “And I say that you of all people need to rest. You haven’t gotten a wink of sleep… it’s all over your face.”
He placed a hand over her’s and slowly exhaled, feeling the exhaustion creeping over his eyes.
“You’re right… I know you’re right.” He said quietly, looking at her fondly. “You’re always right.”
“Give or take a few scenarios.” She smiled.
“Give or take.”
Before either of them could say anything else, Elaine hissed in discomfort, quickly letting go of him and holding her stomach. Her brows furrowed and she lowered her head.
“E-Elaine?!” He gasped, quickly placing his own hands on Elaine, unsure if to move her or have her lay down. “What’s wrong? What can I do?”
“I-I’m fine… I’m fine… been having some… discomfort this morning. Carla said you had the doctor on standby and he said that this was perfectly normal.” She reassured.
“Discomfort… doctors….?” Guybrush muttered.
And then he stopped.
And his eyes widened.
And suddenly he was very much alert and awake when he saw her give a slight smile and knew entirely what she was referring to.
“Is it happening now?!” He asked, “Oh crud… I, okay… okay okay okay this is fine I just… uumm…”
“Guybrush.” Elaine spoke up, taking deep breaths. “It’s fine. Even your books said this was fine, remember?”
“Yeah.. yeah but–” he shook his head. “Alright, lets head back and… and we’ll figure things out there.”
“I like that idea. And you resting will be one of those things.”
He gave a nervous laugh.
“Right.” Guybrush said. “Alright.”
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