ugh! it's too short!
well, here's the next piece. there's this one then one more!
Chapter one
Ryan's POV
" Damn!" the shout came from the bathroom. I sighed. I knew what was up. I walked into the bedroom and through to the bathroom I shared with my wife of five years, Emily Evans.
" Where is it?" I asked. She pointed across the room miserably I walked over and picked up the little white stick.
Negative.
I shook my head and dropped it in the trash. We'd been trying for almost two years to have children. That was when Emily decided she was ready for kids. I'd always been ready. I still remember when she had told me.
Taylor had just given birth to her first child, Alyssa Mary Danforth. Seven-year-old Lydia was so happy to be a big sister. (A/N yeah, I don't think I ever specified, Lydia was four in the last one.) Taylor had let Emily hold Alyssa and I could tell her heart was won over.
That night we'd been lying in bed when she turned to me and said,
" We should have a kid."
" What?" I asked.
" A kid… no, I don't mean a goat. Seriously Ryan, I'm ready now." She had insisted.
So that's when it began.
" Emily," I said, walking into the bathroom where my wife was slumped against the wall. " Maybe we should see a doctor."
" What?" she asked.
" Well, maybe there's something wrong with one of us. Something that can be treated." I said. Emily sighed and leaned against the wall.
" I don't know Ryan." She said. " A doctor? You know how I feel about doctors." Oh boy did I know. I took her up their once for a sprained wrist, which she had gotten playing soccer with Troy, Chad, and Zeke. She was freaking out. The hospital scares the living daylights out of her. I sighed.
" Okay, we'll try again, but Emily, if you seriously want a kid, the doctor maybe the only chance we have." She nodded.
" I know." She pouted. I laughed and helped her up.
" Let's go get ice cream. I know that cheers you up." She smiled.
" I like ice cream." She said. I shook my head and we headed out.
Emily's POV
It had been a week since the last demon pregnancy test incident. I was home alone, Ryan was out doing who knows what, when the phone rang.
" Hello?" I asked.
" Hey Emily."
" Hi Sharpay, how's everything at your house?"
" Insane, Zeke's upset about something and we have five billion batches of cookies. Wanna help me eat our way through them? I'm inviting everyone."
" Sure as soon as Ryan gets home we'll head over." I laughed.
" Okay, see you then." We hung up. Then the door opened and Ryan walked in.
" Come on Ryan, we're going to eat cookie until we barf." I tried to drag him out, but he stopped me.
" Emily, I have something to tell you."
" What?" I asked.
" I had a sperm count done a few days ago, the results came back today." I looked at him, confused.
" So?" I asked.
" Emily, my sperm count is fine… I asked the doctor, he said he knows someone who maybe able to help us." He said. I was mad.
" So it's my fault?" I cried, crossing my arms.
" Emily, I'm not saying that." He said.
" What are you saying?" I asked.
" I'm saying… let's go to a fertility specialist. They can help us." I bit my lip. I honestly did want a child… I desperately wanted a child.
" I'll think about it." I said, sighing. Ryan smiled.
" Good. Now, what did you say about cookies until we barf?" I smiled.
" Zeke's on a baking spree so Sharpay's having a cookie eating party." I told him.
" Thank goodness for Zeke and baking sprees." He declared and we headed out.
" Finally! I though you'd never get here!" Taylor cried, Alyssa on her hip. I laughed.
" Yeah, well, nothing you can do." Everyone was in the kitchen, Zeke was still baking, and everyone else was eating. I grabbed a chocolate chuck cookie and sat on the floor next to Alaura. Gabi cleared her throat.
" Everyone, I have an announcement!" she said. " I'm pregnant again." I froze. Kelsi squealed.
" Really? Me too!" the two girls hugged. I looked at the floor and began to pick at my cookie while everyone congratulated Gabi and Kelsi. Ryan walked over and sat next to me.
" You okay?" he asked. I nodded.
" Ryan…" I said.
" Yeah?" he asked.
" Make an appointment." I said. He smiled.
" Really?" he asked. I sighed, as much as I hated doctors, I seriously wanted a kid. I closed my eyes.
" Yeah, really." He hugged me and kissed my cheek.
" Trust me, you won't regret this" he said.
Then why did I already regret it?
