Watching, Waiting

"Where is she?" the Dreamer muttered to himself looking in and out of different rooms. He passed another room and looked in, then remembered that he had searched this room before already. He turned round and ran his hand through his hair, intentionally messing it up. "So where is she?" he muttered again to himself. He decided to go back to their room, hoping that she'd be in there now.

Scaramouche was in their room. Sitting in the bed to be precise. With a white stick in her hand. Galileo walked in and smiled. "Hey Scara I've been looking for you. I was wondering if…" he trailed off after seeing the white stick his girlfriend was holding. He frowned at it. He didn't know what it was.

"Erm…Scaramouche?" he began looking down at the stick. Scaramouche looked up.

"Yeah Gaz?" she said, glancing down at the stick in her hand quite a lot. Galileo moved over and sat beside her, worried in case something was wrong.

"What that?" he asked pointing vaguely at the stick. Scaramouche frowned. He couldn't be serious. Surely he had to know what she was holding. Obviously not if the blank look on his face was anything to go by. Scaramouche sighed. It was always left to her to explain this sort of stuff to Galileo.

"This is what we big people call a pregnancy test. Do you know what pregnancy is Gazza?" she rolled her eyes as she spoke. It was hard to believe that he could be this naïve sometimes.

"Of course I know what pregnancy is Scaramouche. But why have you got a…OH!" he said as he realised what Scaramouche was telling him. "But you're not? You can't be…Are you?" he asked looking very worried.

"No. I mean, I don't know. That's why I have this test." Scaramouche sighed. Galileo sighed and leaned back slightly, taking in the news. He leaned forward again

"So, you could be. And if you are that means I'm gonna be a dad." He mused out loud. Scaramouche looked over at him.

"No Gaz, you're gonna be the kids mum. Of course you'll be a dad!" she snapped at him. His face declared his hurt and he began looking at the ground. Scaramouche groaned inwardly. "Gaz I'm sorry. It's just, I don't know if I'm ready to be a mum. Or if either of us are ready t be parents for that matter." Galileo looked at Scaramouche's face and pushed back a strand of hair that was hanging in her eyes.

"I don't think we'll ever be READY Scara." He sat bolt upright. "I mean god, we're just a couple of kids ourselves. And we can only just take care of ourselves." He pointed out.

"I know that Gaz! Why do you think I'm so worried?" She began then realised something, "You don't think you'll ever be ready?" she asked. "What? You mean you'll never have kids? You don't want them? Well," she laughed bitterly, "if this turns out to be positive you're really stuck aren't you?"

For some reason that she didn't quite understand Scaramouche felt hurt and upset. It seemed to her that Galileo didn't want to have kids…or their kid; if it turned out she was pregnant.

"Scara! No how can you say that!" Galileo retorted. "Of course I want kids one day! I want US to have kids one day." He stopped and sighed, pushing back some of his hair that was flopping down in his eyes, "Damn it as long as it's with you I want kids. I just feel like right now, I'd be a crap dad. I mean I'm 19 Scara! I can only just look after myself. I pity any kid that'll have me for a dad."

Scaramouche softened. She moved slightly so she was sitting nearer Galileo. "You wouldn't be a crap dad. You'd be a great dad." She told him. Galileo smiled at her.

"Yeah, well you'd be a fantastic mum. And please don't argue that!" he joked. Scaramouche relented and gave a small smile.

"Gaz, if it is positive…" she started slowly. Galileo looked and waited for her to continue. "If it is positive, I'm gonna have this kid. But… It's just that I'm scared that it will be positive. Gaz, you're right okay? At this moment in time, well to be honest it isn't the best time to have a kid is it?" She finished. Galileo nodded slowly.

"Yeah. I know babe. But if it's positive there's only two choices. And I know we wouldn't go for one of them so it's not like there's a lot we can do. We'll raise the kid and do our best o keep it safe. Yeah right now it might not be safe, but there's nothing to say it might not be better in the future." Scaramouche smiled warmly at him.

"How is it you always know the right thing to say to make me feel better?" She asked. Galileo smiled and shrugged.

"Special talent?"

"Well whatever it is I'm glad of it" she laughed. She took another glance down at the stick. There was still nothing, but only ten minutes had passed. The box had said to wait for 15. She looked back up at Galileo who was watching her intently. A sudden fear clutched at her heart. What if he left? What if he went off with one of the leggy girls who called themselves his fan club?

"Hey, Scara?" Galileo said softly. Scaramouche looked at him, caught by his eyes. They were looking right at hers. "I'm not gonna leave you. You're stuck with me Miss Mouche." He had done it again. She couldn't hide around him.

"You're scary when you look all through me like that." She told him. Galileo's smile turned into a playful smirk.

"Handy to know…might be able to shut you up long enough to let the kid get some sleep." He joked, not really thinking about what he was saying. Scaramouche laughed nervously at the joke. Galileo himself grinned sheepishly. "Looks like I'm getting used to the idea of being a dad." He apologised with a shrug. Scaramouche smiled, she was getting used to the idea herself.

"Ditto Fizza, I'm still terrified though." She told him bluntly. Galileo's smile fell.

"I'm the same." Scaramouche fiddled with a strand of her hair.

"Gaz…is it wrong for me to kinda want this to be negative?" she asked, feeling as though she was committing a major sin by revealing her secret. Galileo shook his head.

"It's not wrong." He told her simply. They sat in silence for another few minutes.

"What time is it Gaz?" she asked him, forcing the words out. Galileo looked down at his watch.

"Erm…twenty past. Why?" he asked. Scaramouche took a deep breath and looked down at the test. It shone back the result to her. In black and white. There was no escaping it.

"Scaramouche?" Galileo asked. "What's the result?" She was silent for a few minutes. She just sat and stared at the test.

"Erm…" she coughed, to try to get her throat working again, "…it's…its negative." She told him. They sat for another few minutes, both taking in the news.

"Isn't that what we wanted?" Galileo spoke finally, breaking the silence. He turned and faced Scaramouche. She sat and said nothing. Galileo frowned. "Scaramouche? Isn't that what we wanted?" he repeated his question. Scaramouche looked up from the test. Her face conveyed her confusion.

"I'm not sure…"