TRIGGER WARNINGS: This story contains mentions of the following:
- depression
- infertility
- substance abuse

Fifth time's a charm.

Amy shook the stick quickly, wanting to know and wanting to remain ignorant at the same time. Please, please, please.

Slowly, she rose it to her eye level. Sure enough, there was a small blue minus sign that she was met with once more, taunting her.

Amy angrily threw the test into the rubbish bin next to the toilet and covered her eyes with her hands. Strike five. Guess it wasn't so lucky after all.

She hurriedly pulled her skirt on and washed her hands, not wanting Rory to wonder what was taking so long. She couldn't disappoint him – not again. They're just going to have to try harder next time, she thought, wiping the tears from her eyes.

"Amy, you're missing it! This is the best part!" Rory called from the sitting room.

"I'm coming!" she shouted back as she hastily made sure the pregnancy test was well-hidden beneath the rubbish. Of course Amy knew he would be wondering within the next couple of days (as they did every month) but she would rather him bring it up than having to talk about it herself. Maybe he'll just forget.

She scurried back into the living room and next to her husband on the sofa. They were watching some movie that Rory claimed to be absolutely hilarious, and Amy thought that it probably would've been had her mind not drifted while they were watching it.

They'd been trying for a baby for a few months now. Taking a break from traveling with the Doctor reminded them of how much they missed Melody and longed for a family of their own.

Every test came out negative, and Amy was growing increasingly frustrated. What were they doing wrong? She and Rory both were following her doctor's orders to a tee. She had waited all her life and she was sick of it. Rory wanted kids more than anything, and the more she thought about it, she did too. It didn't take much the first time, so what was the problem now?

These thoughts were making her feel ill all throughout the movie. Eventually she couldn't stand it and got up to use the loo, secretly stealing another test from underneath her sock drawer, praying for the good news that didn't come.

"Okay, basically the guy with the beard is trying to flirt with Mr. Olvidar's sister, but he doesn't know that that's who she is," Rory recapped as she walked back into the room. "It's brilliant."

Eager to hide the disappointment fogging her mind, Amy replied, "Yeah, brilliant. Want to pass me the popcorn?"

Rory handed her the bowl and looked at her curiously. "Are you not enjoying the movie?"

"No, no!" said Amy, now realizing that she might've come off as cynical. "Of course I am. I'm just tired, that's all."

"We can finish it tomorrow if you want to go to bed. You do have that photoshoot early tomorrow morning anyhow."

"It's okay," Amy said. She didn't want to add to the list of disappointments that she's caused. She took a handful of popcorn. "I'm eager to see Mr. Olvidar's reaction."

He smiled. "Good."

Amy snuggled up closer to him and pulled the blanket over the both of them as she reentered the fictional world flashing in their TV screen, an aching worry tucked away at the back of her mind.

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