Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Pokemon: Ash & Misty's perfect love ❯ ch.4: sick ( Chapter 4 )

--Two years later—

 

Ash turned over, not wanting to wake up. Wait. Where was Misty?

“Misty? Where are you?” he said groggily. He heard the toilet flush. Misty staggered out of the bathroom, clutching her stomach.

“I don't feel very good, Ash.” She looked pale.

He was at her side instantly. “Really? Maybe we should go to the doctor.” Concern spread across his face, he reached over and touched her forehead. “You don't have a fever. I'll call and make an appointment.”

“Okay.” She walked over to the bed and sank down into the softness.

A few minutes later, Ash walked into the bedroom. “Okay. You have an appointment at 3 today. Do you want me to come with you?”

“No, Ash. It's all right. I'll go alone.”

“Well, if that's what you want.”

 

“Misty Ketchum.” The doctor called. Getting up with a sigh, she followed the doctor inside. “So, Mrs. Ketchum. What seems to be the problem?”

“Well, I haven't been feeling very well the past couple of days, and I suddenly want to eat pickles and ice cream!”

“Mmm hmm.”

“And, I usually don't feel good in the morning, but in the afternoons I'm fine.”

“Well, I see the problem, Mrs. Ketchum. But just to make sure…”

 

The drive home for Misty was a wave of thoughts. How would Ash take it? Can I handle the stress? She had to stop thinking, however, because she arrived home. “Well, here we go…”

“Ash! I'm home! Where are you?”

“Be right there, Misty! Ouch!”

Alarmed, Misty went to the sound of his voice.

“What are you doing?”

“Oh! Well, I was, you see, trying to make you a special dinner. But it got a little out of hand.” He gestured to the mess behind him. Misty gasped. There were eggs broken on the floor, a dish shattered, and flour all over the place. “I see.” Then she burst out laughing, forgetting her troubles at hand.

 

“Ash, honey, I need to tell you something.” The couple was watching the sunset on their balcony outside the bedroom.

“Yes?”

“I, well…um, your going to be a father.” She said, barely above a whisper.

Ash just gaped at her, for what seemed like hours. Then, realizing his pause, said, “ Really? That's wonderful, Misty!”

“I'm so glad you think so.” She felt like a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

“Of course! That's great news! How long?”

“About a month.”

Ash looked at his wife, then down at her belly, then back at her face. He lovingly placed a gentle hand on her abdomen, and leaned over and kissed her. She kissed him back, loving him so much for being so gentle.