A World Without Sun discussion

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Amelia whimpered. She was too tired to do anything. “Can you help me?”
The woman left, closing the door bank door her.

Amelia does her best to help him help her. When her boots, coat, and pack are off, she curls up on the bed, not caring that she’s still fully dressed. She yawns and falls asleep.

After a couple hours, Amelia woke up hungry. She groaned and rolled out of bed.

Amelia smiled lightly and went to him. She shook his shoulder gently, “Sethen, wake up. Go to bed.”

Amelia cupped his cheek, “go lay down. Get some sleep. It’s been a long night.”

“You don’t. You need to sleep,” she walked him over to the bed. “I’m going to go find out where the food is in this place, and when I get back you better be asleep.”

She nodded, grabbing her gun and putting it in its holster. “I won’t be gone long.”

Amelia left. She returned an hour and a half later with food.

Amelia watched him for a moment, “are you hungry? I brought some food from the cafeteria.”

She put the food on the table and stripped. “Want a snuggle buddy?”

She climbed into bed and nuzzled up to him.

Amelia looked his face over, “are you okay? After what happened...”

She stroked his hair, “if you need to talk, I’m here.” She closed her eyes.

Amelia frowned, “it’s okay,” she stroked his hair, “they’re just dreams. This is real,” even though his nightmares were memories just like hers were.

“I know they do,” she whispered, “I’m here for you.”

She kept stroking his air, slowly drifting back to sleep too.

((Skip to morning?))

Amelia got up the next morning and showered.

Amelia came out of the washroom in a towel. “Morning.”

Amelia got dressed and brushed her hair. She lounged in bed and pet Puff.

“Do you want to go exploring?” She asked.

Amelia watched him, “should we go now?” She hated bugging him while he was working, it she nodded a distraction.

She got out of bed and got her gun too. “I found the cafeteria, I’ll show you where it is.” She was hungry anyways, “and I wanna find he doctor too.”

She nodded, leading him the direction she had gone last night, “should we start with boy names?”

Amelia thought, “Henry?”

“I want to hear your list,” she grinned, excited to hear that he’d been putting thought into their baby.

She giggled, “boy first, then girl.”

((I already posted in Lucy’s room))

She giggled, “wow, that’s quite the list.”

She nodded, “Ava sounds cute. William is a handsome name.”

Amelia grinned, “that’s good, we have four names to pick from; two for each gender.”

She nodded and gestured down the hall, “it’s not to much further,” she assured him.

She bobbed her head. Her stomach grumbled.

She lined up and grabbed a trey. She put some food on it.

Amelia glanced around, “I’m not sure yet. To soon to tell. You?”

Amelia followed and sat. She leaned back, rubbing her stomach.

She nodded, “just uncomfortable in my own skin. And tired.” Walking wasn’t an activity for pregnant women.

She shook her head, “I don’t think so... maybe a massage?”

She nodded and leaned forward to eat.

Amelia ate slowly. She observed the people around her, non of which seemed to even care that they were there.

When he was finished, she pushed her tray away. “Let’s go look for the medical clinic.”

She slowly stood. She wasn’t even too big yet, but she was already struggling with her Centre of gravity being different.

Amelia accepted his hand and walked out of the cafeteria with him.

Amelia knocked lightly on the open door.
A woman wearing scrubs looked over and smiled, “hello, you must be the couple that arrived last night. I was told you’d be coming by.”

The doctor ignored him and ushered Amelia over to the examination bed.
Amelia laid down and the doctors asked her a few questions to determine how far along she was. The doctor then rolled her portable ultrasound machine over.

Amelia glared at him, “Sethen, sit.” This wasn’t about him, this was about their baby.

Amelia took his hand and held it.
The doctor lifted Amelia’s shirt, exposing her stomach, and applied some jell. She then used a small device and pressed it against Amelia’s stomach. An image appeared on the screen.

The doctor pointed to the screen, “there’s your baby. Did you want to know the gender? I can see if we can make it out.”

She nodded and took a couple moments before giving a nod, “looks like a girl.”

Amelia grinned and looked at him with watery eyes. Knowing the gender felt so much more real to her.