Somethings Not Right Here

I went off the deep end with this one!

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Why do I always have the crappy luck? Newly married and I can't do a thing about it, don't get me wrong, it's been taken care of but only a few times. Not a good thing when one of us is Tom Quincy.

I haven't been feeling well for the past few weeks. I'm always drained of energy and can't seem to keep anything down. Does the flu always last this long? I knew I should have gotten that damned flu shot when I had the chance. Maybe I lucked out and its bird flu. What is bird flu anyway?

I feel like crap right now, if I had the strength, I'd get out of this bed and throw myself out of the window. "Honey, you okay?" A voice came from the doorway. I looked at the familiar silhouette moving towards me.

"Do I look like I'm okay?!" I grumbled a little more forcefully than necessary. I stared into wide eyes before I got my reply.

"Holy Crap! No need to get grouchy," snapping seems to be a trend between us. We're compatible at least.

"I'm sorry but I'm not used to being sick." I wasn't right speaking to my spouse like that. Even thought it was deserved.

"I understand. Can I get you anything? Water? Soup? A doctor?"

"No doctors!" I tried to sit up but that just made me lightheaded. I was pushed back by a gentle hand, that has been the only physical contact we've had in three days.

"You're such a baby. The mean ole doctor isn't going to hurt... or kill you." I don't like being talked to like that. Like I'm a bratty little five year old.

"I'm not going!" Okay maybe I act like that more than I care to admit.

"Well, tell me what's wrong then," the mattress gave as the familiar body rested next to mine, an arm come up and draped gently across my stomach.

"I've been tired a lot more than usual, food and me can't be in the same room anymore. Plus I'm..." I don't want to say this, "emotional."

"You sound like you're pregnant," there was laughter in the soft tone.

"That's not possible." I stated calmly. But the hysterical thought of us having a baby started to bubble up. "We've been safe every time, we've only been married for three months."

"Calm down. I don't think we're going to have a baby anytime soon." A soft kiss was placed on my neck; I pulled on the hand on me to wrap my arms around the comforting body.

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I looked down at the test to see that it read positive. That can't be right! I'm not supposed to have children. I'll ruin their lives, they'd be miserable with me. "Jude we're going to have a baby."

"Tommy, I was kidding! Why did you get a pregnancy test?! Better question: how are you pregnant?!" She screeched as she stared at me, shock was the only emotion I could see. Her hands were digging into the white sheets on the bed

"How am I supposed to know? I just... am," I finished lamely. How am I supposed to explain this? I've never been pregnant before.

"For the love of nerds, I'm married to a medical anomaly." Why does she insist on quoting Spiederman? Now would be a good time to wake up from this nightmare. I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head vigorously to try to get my head in the right state. I looked back to see Jude with her head in her hands.

"Jude, calm down." She looked up at me incredulously.

"Calm down? Calm down! How am I supposed to calm down when there's a baby in there?!" She pointed at me stomach as she yelled.

"How do we know that's where the baby is? I didn't remember hearing about any other pregnant men." I stated, it's the truth.

"What? You're Carl Wheezer and the baby is in your ass?!" I knew I should have made her stop watching cartoons with Kwest. Anymore Jimmy Neutron and she's going to starting thinking she's Cindy Vortex. That would make me Jimmy, that's laughable. Me a genius? I guess that makes Kwest Sheen. He is a little nuts.

"Shouldn't I be the hysterical one? I'm the one who's possibly pregnant!" I wanted to shout but I forced myself to remain calm.

"I'm the one married to you." She said it as if it explained it all.

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I sat in the examination room with Jude. She was sitting on the table with me, holding my hands to try and keep us both tranquil. The door opened and a different doctor than before walked into the room.

"Quincy?" She asked in a pleasant tone. She was smiling at Jude as she spoke.

"Yeah," I said as I looked at her confused.

"I'm Dr. Henley, I'm here to tell you the results." She looked at me for the first time, recognition was evident in her expression but she said nothing. I appreciate when I'm treated normally, especially in doctors offices.

"What happened to Dr. Adams?" Jude must have been thinking what I was.

"He was rushed to the emergency room." She told us, not sure if she should be revealing that much or not.

"What?!" We said simultaneously, shocked at the thought. He seemed fine until we told him it was I was the one who's pregnant. That could explain it.

"He was having chest pains, we think it was a heart attack." She was compassionate as she announced the horrid detail. She kinda looks like Dr. Adams. Maybe that's his daughter. Or niece. I hear Jude looks like one of her aunts.

"Is he going to be okay?"

"Only time will tell," she said sympathetically as she opened the file. "So on to your results." She concentrated on the folder open in her hand. "It seems you are pregnant. Congratulations." Jude and I stared at each other in shock as the news sank in. "Is this your first?" She asked, I assume the dazed expressions were enough to give that away.

"I would say so," I answered as I shook my head trying to believe this was happening. Is there someone out there who wants to torture me?!

Review please!

I know its short, but I stuck with the most important scenes for this. I think this is the ultimate Tommy torture.

Thanks, Eternita14. I'm an awesome nerd! Keeping up the Tommy Torture since 6/10/07.