This has been going round my head ever since seeing the second movie. I know it's been done before but I wanted to get it out on paper, there will be more I hope. All of Carrie's thoughts on children have come from a few people who are very against having children and I thought in the situation it worked. I'm typing a new chapter right now as I need to get it all of of my system. If you like, I'll add more.

I don't own any of the characters in this chapter

'Me and you, just us two'

I just love to tempt fate don't I?

She sat clutching the test in her hands "Shit". Panic hit her in the stomach, leaving her breathless. She loved kids but as she'd said a thousand times, she didn't want any of her own. But then again, something inside her knew that she couldn't have another abortion. It wasn't right somehow. But Jesus, what was she going to do? How was she going to tell Big? She loved their life together, they could go out when they wanted, take vacations when they wanted and they didn't have to worry so much about money. It was just the two of them and they both had jobs and made enough money so they could live comfortably and not worry about that sort of thing- babies were expensive.

And it wasn't just that, once she'd gone through the morning sickness, not being able to fit into any of her clothes, 9 months of being uncomfortable, labour and childbirth...she'd have a baby, a crying baby who'd keep her up all night and would soil its nappies. Then babies grew into toddlers, she remembered Rosa's terrible twos and the constant screaming- then children, wild running around with runny noses and not listening to what you said. Then teenagers. Mood swings, dating, getting wildly drunk- everything she'd been as a teen.

She still hadn't figured out to tell Big. He deserved to hear it first even though the only thing she wanted to do now was to call one of the girls for reassurance. She pushed the test into a draw and got up, turning once to look at the closed draw before going to stand by the window, wrapping her arms around herself as if a cold breeze had stolen through the house.

She'd thought she'd just been late but when she'd started to feel queasy she'd started to get those thoughts that made her wake up night in a cold sweat. Two months being late she knew she'd have to take the test, even now, watching New York bustle below, there was a small glimmer of hope, there was such thing as a false positive wasn't there? Maybe, just maybe, she'd be let off just this once. She sighed and turned away from the window, unable to keep still for more than a few moments. Big wouldn't be home for another hour, her mind was too jumbled to write and if she called one of the girls she'd break down. She remembered waiting with Miranda, in the clinic and how she'd felt when Miranda was so sure she was going to have an abortion. Something inside her, though she'd tried to ignore it, was trying to tell her not to, she'd always regretted having one. No. Not regretted, wondered, she'd wondered what her life would've been like if she'd had a baby at 22. She would have never met Big, never married him and wouldn't be living the life she was now- was it possible that she may not have met the girls? Or maybe she would've fallen out of touch. The possibilities were endless but in truth, she knew if she could go back she wouldn't change anything. But now... this really was her final chance to have a baby. Her and Big's baby. Shit.

Sorry it's a short one but it's only an intro- there's more to come if you like it!

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