Ever since I got back and Tayla told everyone about the whole peeing ordeal, Dad has been watching me extra closely like I might sprout a tentacle or something. It was getting a little irritating with him just scrutinizing me all the time.
I haven't been feeling myself as of late but one thing I do know is that I love me some milkshakes. Chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, banana, whatever. If it could be mixed into a milkshake, I would take it. I also liked hummus and chips. I could eat that stuff all day and be satisfied but everyone kept looking at me weird because I would sit there and eat a tub of it on my own, not that they came in big tubs...
My jeans have been getting extremely hard to get on and I tried to squeeze into them as best as I could but there was just no doing it. I frowned at my stomach and poked it in anger.
"Stupid stomach... why won't you just go away?"
The door opened and Ichor stuck his head in.
"Hey, we're about to eat lunch."
"What is it?"
"Hotdogs."
I felt my face drain of color. I couldn't stand the smell of hotdogs.
"So hurry up, alright?" he said, slamming the door.
The smell of the weenies from the kitchen must have wafted into my room because a huge gust of hotdog odor hit me in the nose and I thought I was going to just throw up all over the place right then and there. I ran to the bathroom, closing the door and locking it and then vomited into the toilet. I wretched and wretched for a good few minutes and finally finished. I flushed the toilet and then sat on it, wondering what I should do. This felt all wrong and I just couldn't rationalize any longer with this.
Slowly, I opened the bottom drawer of the sink and rummaged around for what I was looking for. I finally found it and was happy that it was a pack. They hadn't expired, so everything should be good and not faulty or anything... at least I hope so. I opened it up and sighed, hating to think that this was it but it was...
I peed on the stick and waited patiently but anxiously for what results would be given to me. A knock on the bathroom door startled me.
"Sim?"
"Y-yeah, Dad?"
"You alright, buddy?"
"Fine! I'm just... I got the squirts and all..." I lied with a look of disgust of my own.
"Will you be eating dinner with us?"
"If I feel any better and everything... I might have to skip out and eat later when my stomach is all settled."
"Alright then. If you need anything just yell or something."
"I know, Dad, sheesh..."
He heard him leaving the room and I gulped, rubbing my hands on my pants in agitation and fear. I finally got the courage to look at the stick and when I did, my hands began to shake. Positive, read the stick in my hand. I dropped it and my face fell into my hands. Dear god, I was pregnant. I knew how too and I didn't want it at all.
The tears that I had been able to keep at bay all this time just came out and I bawled, I just cried there in the bathroom. I was so scared of what would happen to me now. Would someone notice and tell someone? Would I be sent for testing? Would I be kidnapped again and tortured like Dad? What would happen to my family's reputation? All these questions just went through my head and I finally calmed myself a little as the tears began to run out.
I would have to man up and just tell Dad what happened. But how did all of this occur in the first place? The doctor said that the seahorse syndrome wasn't hereditary. He said there were some very dormant genes in all of us that gave us the potential, if somehow and very complicatedly activated, would give us the same thing as Dad but that it was very unlikely. He said it was like taking a clear picture of the Loch Ness Monster or a chummy photo with Bigfoot, that's how hard it would be to make this happen. So how?
I frowned at the thoughts but sighed and gathered all of my strength to tell Dad about what happened to me. He would be so pissed off... I opened the door and luckily, the hotdog smell was gone and I slowly made my way to the living room where everyone was eating.
"Hey, you okay now?" Kalij asked.
"Yeah... uh... Dad, Mom, can you come with me for a moment?"
Mom and Dad looked at each other for a moment and then got up. I walked them to their bedroom, which was way in the back of the house and I shut the door.
"What is this about, Sim?" Mom asked.
"Uh... um... you know how Dad had me and everything? Like had me?"
Dad frowned and crossed his arms. I could tell this wasn't going to go well so I just held out my hand and handed the test to him. He took it and I closed my eyes, ready for what would happen. I heard Tamari gasp and Dad breathed in deeply.
"You had sex."
"It wasn't my fault."
"I told you not to do anything until you were sure that you were responsible enough for it all. I told you!" he yelled.
"I'm sorry, Dad! It happened! I didn't mean for it to get that far and the doctor said it was impossible for it to happen! I don't know how it did... I'm sorry!"
Dad raised his hand up like he was going to smack me and I cringed, waiting for that slap but I heard his hand go to his sides and I peeked my eyes open. He sat on the bed and stared at my test, shock seeming to settle in. I adjusted my shirt since it was riding up a little and I rubbed my arm with my hand.
"Are you mad at me?"
"Yes!" he snarled and I cringed.
"Dex..." Tamari said, sitting beside him and rubbing his back. "He's scared enough as it is. He's right, honey; there should have been no way that this happened to him. We got the doctor to do as many tests as we could get to find that gene and he said that there was nothing to indicate that there was any anomalies... Who was it with, sweetheart?"
"Sansr... I think I got drunk at a party and I woke up with her in the bed. I swear, I didn't mean it!"
"We know you didn't. You've been very strict with your lifestyle and we have always respected you for keeping yourself chaste just in case this happened. I know that you would never do this on your own, right, Dex?"
Dad was just staring at my test with angry eyes and I gulped.
"Dad, just say something..."
Dad got up and threw the test in the trash.
"I need to go for a walk." He said with a hoarse voice and left the room.
I heard him go through the living room, the front door open and close, and then the car got turned on. He abandoned me... I felt my tears begin to trail down my face as the realization hit. I slid down the wall and covered my face with my hands. He left me to face this by myself...

*Dexter*
How could this have happened? I was so careful to not let this happen to my son, to any of my sons. I didn't want this to happen because I didn't want them to feel what it was like to have that feeling. I would never give up Sim for the world but I still wish it was Julie's womb he had grown in instead of mine... I'm a man, they are boys... We are not equipped for that sort of job. We are not the ones who incubate, but make... I went to the only person I know who could help me out.
I knocked on the door and Tarot opened up.
"Dex? What brings you here?"
"I need to talk with you... privately."
"Yeah, sure... Come on in."
I followed him into his house and we went to his study and I sat down, kneeding my temples as he opened a beer and handed it to me.
"You look like you need it." I took it and gulped some down. "What's up?"
"Sim just told me the most horrible news."
"Yeah?"
"He is pregnant."
Tarot was silent for a moment and took a swig of his drink.
"I thought you said they weren't going to get pregnant?"
"That's what I said. The doctor was sure about all the results. I don't understand how this could have happened."
"There has to be a reason... Did you ask Sim?"
"I couldn't..." I said with a defeated sigh. "I couldn't look at him anymore. Tarot, am I resenting my own son for something that I went through? I mean, I had to deal with this but am I overreacting?"
"Truthfully, yes. You left Sim by himself, didn't you?"
"Tamari was ther-"
"You left Sim all by himself at home... He will not have your trust when you get back."
"What do you mean?"
"You are the one who went through the ordeal. He's scared and doesn't understand, but you do. He needs you to guide him and help him through all of this. You will lose him if you don't get back right now and fix it."
"Come with me? Please, I don't know how to talk to him. I mean, what do I say? 'Yay, kid, you're just like your old man. We'll tell pregnancy stories together for fun!'?"
"No. You just need to let him know that you are not judging him and that you will be there for him. There has to be an explanation for this and we will find the solution soon. You just have to let Sim know that he is not punished. I'll go with you."
I nodded and drank the rest of my beer. This was going to be a long and hard night.