Authors Note: Hello friends! Welcome to my little story, which I hope you enjoy. I am a huge Army Wives fan, but how Season One ended always left a thorn in my side. So luckily, I get to re-write history so to say :) Here's how I would have had the end of Season One/Season Two go. Amanda doesn't die, the Hump Bar doesn't explode, and Marilyn goes off to live her own life. Happy reading all!
I sat on the toilet with my head in my heads. Mentally, I kicked myself continually. God, how could we be so stupid.
"Amanda...Amanda, we can't." Jeremy heavily breathed, his heated body on top of mine.
"What? I thought..do you not.." I managed to breathe out.
"No, no I want to! Believe me, God, yes, I want to" He whispered as he began to kiss my neck again.
"I want to too." I reminded him. His blue eyes looked deep into mine.
"I don't have anything." He finally admitted causing me to sigh. I managed to sit up on my elbows, causing Jeremy to move over slightly.
I couldn't stop this, we had gone too far already. My hormones were racing a million miles a second. In this exact moment, I couldn't care less whether he had anything on him. I needed him. And they said boy's hormones were bad? Apparently the roles were reversed tonight. I rolled on top of him, straddling his waist as I removed my shirt and slowly unhooked my bra.
"Jeremy, Jeremy I don't care. We can't stop now. Please, please make love to me." I whispered before leaning down to kiss him. There was no turning back now.
"Amanda Joy, open this door right now or so help me!" I heard my mother exclaim, taking me out of my thoughts. I threw the pregnancy test into my bag as quickly as possible before walking over and letting her in.
My mother was pissed, and I knew I was in for it. I also knew that I completely deserved the lecture she was about to give me.
"Who the hell are you, and what have you done with my daughter? Because surely, the young woman standing before me is not my daughter. My daughter does not stay out all night, my daughter does not disrespect her parents, and my daughter sure as hell does not leave without telling anybody the night before her father's promotion ceremony!" She yelled. I took it all in with my head down staring at my shoes.
"Look I'm sorry okay? I'm sorry I'm not the perfect daughter you and dad wanted, I'm sorry for being a bitch, and I'm sorry that you can't help me through a rough period in my life. You have no idea what I'm going through right now!" I screamed. Damnit, here came the tears. This was just great, now I was going to sob like a 4 year old. My mother stopped, her face softening slightly as she came over and tightly embraced me.
"Amanda, sweetheart, please. I want to help you through whatever is going on. But you need to let me. Telling me what's wrong so I can help fix it would be a great start. I know you can't imagine it, but it wasn't that long ago that I was a teenager myself. Please tell me what's wrong, I may surprise you." Her words caused me to cry slightly harder.
"Mom, I really need you right now. Mom I think I'm pregnant." I finally managed to get out. Her face went into a state of shock as she gripped onto my hands for dear life.
"Amanda Joy Holden, if this is some ploy where you tell me something really bad to make what's really going on seem less severe, it's not funny!" She informed me. I immediately shook my head.
"Mom I wouldn't joke about something like this, I'm serious. I'm 2 weeks late, it feels like somebody has pounded my breasts with a meat tenderizer, and I can't stop crying about everything and anything." I explained.
"When did you take the test?" She asked me.
"I haven't yet; will you take it with me?" I asked her, hoping she would stay with me through this. I handed her the test from my bag.
"Of course, of course I will." She said, nodding her head.
"Amanda, does Jeremy know?" She questioned.
"No, I just broke up with him; I didn't want him to feel responsible for this." I explained. My mother scoffed as she turned around to face me.
"Of course he's responsible!" She exclaimed.
"Mom, please!"
"Amanda! You didn't climb on top of yourself and get pregnant. It took two people to make this happen. If you are in fact pregnant, Jeremy has a right to know, and a responsibility to you and this baby." She explained to me.
"Okay well, let's find out if I'm even pregnant first."
I watched as she gently opened the package and removed the pieces. I wondered what was going through her head at the moment. Anger? Fear? Guilt? God, I hope she was feeling guilty; nothing she could have done or said would have changed anything. I was head strong and stubborn as hell. When I got an idea in my head, I went with it. Telling me No only made me want it even more, and she knew that. It was why she had convinced my father not to take drastic measures when it came to Jeremy.
"Please Don't Enlist" I said between kisses. He brought himself closer to me and kissed me with force, not stopping for breath. His hands roamed from my waist to my breasts. I shook my head and moved his hand.
"Hey, we've already gone at it twice, don't try to change the subject!" I bantered playfully.
"I swear, I could do nothing but make love to you all day if I could" He whispered, his voice shaking.
"Please don't leave me." I pleaded. He rested his head on my chest.
"Baby, I want you to be proud of me. I want to make you proud, make my parents proud. I made a mistake that I will never forgive myself for. But this is my chance to make it right and I have to take it." He explained to me.
"Jeremy Matthew Sherwood, I love you." I stated aloud, for the very first time.
"Amanda Joy Holden, I love you too."
"This cannot be right." Were the first words out of my mother's mouth.
"It's the 3rd one..." I reminded her.
"Maybe this package is defective. We'll have to go back to the store."
"Mom..."
"Of course we can't go to the PX, we'll have to go off post, I don't know if we'll have enough time before your train leaves." She continued.
"Mom..." I stated again.
"Maybe Denise could stop after work? What am I saying, I can't tell Denise about this!" She was on a roll now.
"MOM!" I yelled, snapping her out of her thoughts. She looked up and finally acknowledged me. The tears quickly began to form.
"Oh Amanda, this was not supposed to happen. You're supposed to be on a train headed to UVA, UVA for God's sake! Why are we in a bathroom staring at 3 positive pregnancy tests?" She finally cried out, causing me to begin to cry.
"Sweetheart I'm sorry. Oh, honey, I'm sorry. I should not have reacted like that." She explained.
"I had dreams too mom, dreams that didn't involve getting pregnant." I cried. She wrapped me up into her arms and held me as I cried. My head was swarming with thoughts, feelings, and emotions. I saw no good outcome out of this. No option was going to keep every one happy. The only way to right this wrong was to go back in time, but that wasn't possible. I cried. I cried for myself, for Jeremy, for my baby, and for our families. I cried until I fell asleep. Then came the knocking.
"Ladies, what's the hold up? The train isn't gonna wait for you two!" I could hear my dad's cheerful voice on the other side as I slowly came out of my stupor. My head pounded and my eyes ached as my contacts tried to readjust and get some moisture.
"Claudia Joy? Amanda? Is everything okay?" He questioned.
"Just fine, everything's just fine. We just needed to have a talk; we'll be out in a second." My mother answered back. I turned to face her.
"Dad cannot find out about this! He'll kill me! First he'll kill Jeremy, and then come back for me! Mom, please! Please do not say anything!" I begged.