"Can you just drop it?! Please?!" You yell, feeling your face getting hot with anger.
"No! All we do is 'drop it' and we always end up in back to the beginning! We always end up fighting," Carey answers, his own voice raising to match yours.
You take a deep breath, closing your eyes. "Carey," you start, trying to calm down your voice. "I just don't understand why it always comes up." You drop your body onto the couch, feeling drained. You lift your legs up and put them in front of you then put your head in between your thighs.
"Because we still can't agree, [Y/N], that's why." He runs his right hand through his hair and runs his hand over his jawline and down to his neck, standing with his other hand on his hip.
"We are not agreeing because it's pointless," you sigh lifting your head up. "It doesn't make a difference, but you get so worked up about it." You sit back on the couch cushions, and put your legs back on the ground with your head tilted back, looking up. You hear Carey curse under his breath as you stare up at the ceiling.
"Pointless?" Carey repeats with a whisper. "Pointless?! Things I care about are pointless?" He continues with his voice raising once again.
"You and Gally have been going back-and-forth about this for years. Ugh I regret that I ever said anything to get involved."
"It's not because of you getting involved, it's that you took Gally's side, [Y/N]," Carey groans, finally sitting down on the couch next to you, letting go of a huge sigh that he had been holding onto for so long.
You hear his breath catch in his throat and drag out, ragged. You look over at him, holding his head in his hands, rubbing his face against his palms. "I just," you begin, nearly whispering. "I think it's time to get over it, especially now that you two are teammates. If you can't let go of it because you two are cousins, try to get over it for the team at least."
He looks over at you. "I just feel like you don't care. We're married, we should be by each others side, but you can't even back me up on something 'pointless'," he spits the last word. "If you don't support me on this, then what the hell won't you support me on when it counts?"
You look back up at him, feeling the tears searing your eyes, but you try to fight them back. You swallow hard, your throat suddenly dry. "Is that really how you feel? You're saying that this means I don't support you?" You blink back the water blurring your vision.
"Well," he starts, sounding helpless. "I don't know how else to feel, when a woman who claims to love me can't seem to put something stupid aside to stand with me. We don't even act like a husband and wife." The words tumble out of his mouth, and he makes no effort to stop them.
""Don't act like husband and wife'?" You echo with venom. The tears finally spill over, streaking down your cheeks and dripping off your chin into your lap. "Is that really something you should say to the mother of your child?"
He stares back, dumbfounded as you wipe the tears from your face with the back of your hand. "Wh-what are you saying, [Y/N]?"
"I'm pregnant," you explain. You want to smile and celebrate what should be good news, but you can't bring yourself to do so after hearing what Carey had to say.
"Really?" His face flushes as he processes your revelation.
You can't manage to form words in your mouth from all of the emotions, so you just nod.
"You're pregnant with our child?" The color slowly returns to his cheeks as tears brim on his eyelids. He scratches his face again out of nervous habit.
"Yes," your voice cracks around the word.
Carey's tears trickle over, racing down his face as he smiles, laughing as he cries. "A baby, our baby." He reaches over and grabs your hand in both of his. "I am so sorry, [Y/N]. I know you don't have to forgive me, but I didn't mean what I said, I just didn't know how else to express that I was hurt."
"It's okay," you brush it off, just wanting to forget it.
"It's not. You're my wife and the future mother of my child. This, this baby," he stops to put his hands on your stomach. "It's so much more important than some stupid fight. You're right, it's stupid... and it's not worth getting angry and saying things I don't mean that could risk this." He keeps one hand on your tummy, bringing the other hand to your cheek, wiping a stray tear with his thumb.
A smile starts to pull on your lips. You start to laugh gently in spite of yourself, looking down at Carey's hand on your belly. You put a hand over his.
Carey chuckles a little, shaking his head softly. "Such a stupid fight," he repeats under his breath. "I love you, [Y/N]," he whispers, finally bringing his gaze from your stomach to your drying eyes.
"I love you, too, Care Bear," you answer, looking back at him.
"Please stop calling me that." He answers laughing. You laugh along with him then uses the hand on your cheek to pull you to him, kissing you.
"But, I don't think we're done with stupid fights yet," he says, pulling away from the kiss.
You give Carey a puzzled look, waiting for his explanation.
"Well, I don't think we'll agree on baby names right away," he elaborates, smiling.
"I'm not so sure Carey," you respond. "I mean, someone with a name like yours shouldn't be able to choose a child's name." You try to hide a smile and he notices that you're joking so he plays along.
"Oh really?" he says with a little smirk. "Well I beg to differ."
"Haven't you learned that you don't get your way?" You say, kissing him again.
"Ha ha," he says, sarcastically, "You know what I want right now?"
"Pizza?" you ask back, laughing.
He laughs a bit, too, then answers, "You know me so well."
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