Denial is the Way

The month of February is finally here. It is the month that people call love since one of the days is Valentine. But for Ender, he is finally reaching the sixth month of his pregnancy. 

 

And all Ender wanted to do was lie around because his feet felt swollen while his legs ached. 

 

He wanted to tell Nevan that he did not want to go anywhere, but he had a doctor's appointment today. And it was an important one since he has to get a glucose screening done.  

 

Why did today have to be the day that my body wanted to feel like crap? 

 

Nevan walked into the room, going to where Ender was as he bent down. He picked up Ender's left foot and started massaging it, "How are you feeling?" 

 

"Like crap." 

 

Nevan hummed, switching to Ender's right foot as he started to massage it. "We can always reschedule." 

 

"No. If we do, I might not end up wanting to go later on." 

 

Ender pushed himself into a sitting position, causing Nevan to let go of his foot. "Let's go. The appointment is almost in two hours." 

 

Nevan stood up as Ender used the couch's handle to help him stand. Ender started walking towards the door while Nevan entered the kitchen real quick to get a water bottle. 

 

Once he grabbed the bottle, Nevan walked out of the house with Ender. 

 

When they started driving to the doctor, Ender rubbed his stomach before saying, "I am hungry. No, I am starving." 

 

For the glucose test, Ender decided to take the one-step one. The doctor told him that he couldn't eat or drink anything besides water for eight to fourteen hours before the test. 

 

Ender regretted choosing that one because he is so hungry, he could eat a horse. 

 

"I brought a water bottle. Do you want to drink it?" Nevan put the water bottle in the cup holder between him and Ender. 

 

Ender huffed. He is not trying to act terrible, but he did not wake up in a good mood. He is hungry, sore, and irritable. 

 

"What is water going to do besides make me pee? And it is already bad enough with the babies sitting on my bladder; I don't need water adding to the problem!" 

 

Rubbing his temples, Ender could feel the anger coursing through him. He wanted to curse but held his lips tightly closed instead of saying anything. 

 

The car remained silent as Nevan drove on. He wanted to make Ender feel better, but he did not know what to say or do. So, he decided that silence was the best for Ender to calm down. 

 

As they grew closer to the doctor, Ender let out a deep breath. He felt a bit guilty for yelling at Nevan. "I'm sorry," Ender muttered. 

 

"It is fine. I told you I would take all your moods. You do not have to apologize to me, En." Nevan responded. 

 

Ender bit his lip; he was getting ready to say something when one of the babies kicked him hard. He grabbed his stomach, his face scrunching in pain, but he kept quiet. 

 

Nevan could see that Ender's face looked to be in pain from the corner of his eye. "What's wrong?" 

 

"Nevan," Ender stopped himself from continuing because he felt himself getting ready to complain, "let's sit in silence." 

 

Nevan hummed. 

 

Another hard kick happened, causing Ender to curse internally. For a while now, the babies would kick him hard at random times. It was starting to grow annoying because Ender could never prepare himself for the pain. 

 

After this, he is making sure never to end up pregnant again. 

 

Once they reached the doctor and parked the car, Ender stepped out, making his way to the building's door because he was ready to get this over with. 

 

Nevan locked the car doors, catching up to Ender as he opened the door for him. When they entered, they signed in before taking a seat in the waiting room. 

 

Ender leaned his head on Nevan, "After this, I want a big meal and a warm, soothing bath." 

 

"Would you like a massage too? And I can get you some comfortable pillows to lay on with stuffed animals to hold." Nevan asked. 

 

Ender grabbed Nevan's hand, squeezing it, "I am fine with anything as long as food and comfort are involved." 

 

"Well, I will spoil you for the rest of the day." 

 

Ender kissed him, smiling as Nevan always made him feel better. There were three words he wanted to say, resting on the tip of his tongue. But he swallowed them down. 

 

He will speak those words to Nevan another time. 

 

"Long, Ender!" 

 

"I guess it is time to get this over with," Ender spoke as Nevan helped him up. 

 

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When they left the doctor, Ender felt lightheaded due to the drink they gave him and having his blood taken more than once. He rested his head on the car window, closing his eyes to ignore how dizzy he felt. 

 

"What do you want to eat?" Nevan asked as he looked at the food places. 

 

"Get me anything. I don't care." 

 

Nevan stopped at a burger place, ordering a big meal for Ender while getting himself a drink. Once he paid and got the food and drinks, Nevan handed the bag to Ender. 

 

Ender felt his energy renewed when he smelt the delicious food as he quickly took out a burger and started eating it. The food also helped with easing his lightheaded feeling. 

 

They drove home as Ender already went for the large fries and nuggets in the bag. He would stop in the middle of his eating to sip his drink before going back. 

 

Once they reached the house, Ender felt better and recharged. They got out and entered their home. 

 

Ender set the remaining food on the table in the living room while Nevan held the drinks. When Ender took a seat on the couch, Nevan asked, "Do you want me to start the bath?" 

 

"Yeah." 

 

Nevan walked out as Ender grabbed the remote and his drink, turning on the TV. He watched whatever was on as he thought about something that had been on his mind. 

 

Nevan had some of his things at Ender's home since he lived here for a few months. Most of Nevan's stuff is still at his (Nevan) house. Ender wants to ask Nevan to move in with him, but he has been holding back, feeling too shy to do it. 

 

Ender rubbed his stomach; why is asking someone to live with you such a difficult thing to do? Maybe he asked his mother for help, but then his mother would probably be pleased and give him over-the-top advice. 

 

Sighing, Ender will have to find a way to do it without chickening out. 

 

Nevan returned, "Are you ready to receive my full service?" 

 

Ender stood up, rolling his eyes as he made his way to Nevan with his drink still in his hand. "You make it sound wrong." 

 

Nevan wrapped his arm around his waist while laughing, "That is the point."