He - llo people! How ya doin'? Well, as you already may know, we are finally at the end of our college education! This time next Thursday, we would have finished college for good and spend all summer making preparations for university! Which basically means staying at home all summer until August where we have a day at Ikea and a day at Meadowhall and possibly seeing our Grandma. Yeah, totally riveting. At least we have Alton Towers on Friday. There's going to be selfies, screaming and a shit tonne of sugar. We've also gathered what type of people there'll be. There'll be the one who wins the giant soft toy, the one who hardly packed anything as well as the one who thought it was a trip to Milan as opposed to a fucking theme park. Peace Out! TG101 :-D x

Fat Amy stared at the stick in her hands. It was blue as in ocean blue as in Belle from Beauty and the Beast blue as in...pregnancy blue. Biting her lip, she didn't know how she'd tell Bumper. How could she when they'd barely been married? Shaking her head, she chucked the plastic to one side and went over to wash her hands.

How could she have been so stupid as to not recognise the signs? The boob tenderness, the sickness, the fact that her period was nine days...oh. That explained it.

Lifting her head, she heard Bumper whistle as he made himself a cup of coffee, the smell of the bitter substance making her nauseous, despite being all the way in the kitchen. "Amy, want coffee?" Bumper called the sound echoing throughout the apartment.

"I'm good!" she responded, resisting the urge not to throw up. As bile rose in her throat, she quickly lifted the lid of the toilet and vomited, the remnants of last night's dinner splashing in the bowl.

"Amy?" Bumper asked, realising his wife was throwing up. "Shit, are you okay?" It was then he noticed the stick on the windowsill. "Ames, what's this?"

"What does it look like turdburger?" she threw back, coughing up more of the bile. "You should know."

Okay, this wasn't the ideal way of telling him, but he was the one who brought it up, not her."You're pregnant," he breathed, staring at it the same way she did minutes before. "Holy shit, how did this happen?"

Fat Amy stared at him like he had just developed three heads. "You really don't know how babies are made?"

"Of course I do!" Bumper argued back indignantly, turning a slight shade of pink.

"Amy..." Bumper sighed, rutting his hips to hit the spot within her body that made her see stars, causing her to gasp. "Fuck, you're sexy. I can't believe we're married and...oh fuck."

"Bumper...I fuckin' love you you know that...I..love..you so freakin' much...more than food more than sleep...oh, Bumpeeeer..."

As they grew closer to climax, both of them felt an almost animalistic urge take over, rutting and grunting until they were just a mess of flesh, muscle and sweat.

Finally, after what seemed like for ever, an explosion of pleasure took over their bodies, reverting them to nothing more than long strands of nerves protected by skin.

"Holy...that was amazing," Amy purred, her heart pounding as she began kissing her husband's chin, laughing as she began to catch her breath. "Wow..."

"Knew you couldn't resist," Bumper grinned, albeit out of breath as was she. "No one can resist bumpty bump. Not even you."

"I love you," she smiled, closing her eyes, her breathing becoming ragged as she fell into a slumber.

"Fat Amy?" the nurse called, looking at her notes. That name can't be right, surely.

Sure enough, a large woman stood up, smiling nervously. Judging by her demeanour and the guy shuffling behind her, she guessed pregnancy troubles. "Hi, I'm Nurse Gabriel, what can I do you for today?" the nurse asked as they entered the consultant room.

Amy looked at Bumper nervously, who squeezed her hand reassuringly. "Go on, it's okay," he whispered, kissing her knuckles.

"Okay, so I took a pregnancy test at home and it's come up positive, but I know they can be unreliable so I wanted to be sure?"

Nurse Gabriel nodded. "Understandable. I'll ask you a couple of questions before we make sure and that'll be in the form of a blood test, is that alright?"

Bumper felt Amy tense up and he sighed. Amy fucking hated needles, any needles, especially injections. Giving his wife a smile, he felt her relax, but only slightly. "Um...I'm not the best when it comes to needles," she mumbled, feeling herself shake a little.

"That's okay, not everyone is. Unfortunately, it does take several days for the bloods to get back from the lab, so I'll need to see you again on Thursday, is that okay?"

"I guess so," Amy mumbled, looking at the floor. "Okay then, do what you need to do."

"...right, that's the interrogation sorted. Now, we need to go on to the blood sample."

As the nurse began prepping the needle, Amy felt herself become panicked and quickly made a dash for the door. "You'll never take me alive!" she yelled as she ran down the corridor, before turning a corner and running out of sight.

"Sorry," Bumper mumbled apologetically. "She has a thing with needles."

"I'm sorry Bumper," Amy said as he climbed into bed, interlinking her hands with his. "I'm just freaked out by needles, even little ones. Hell, I got nightmares when I watched Sleeping Beauty for the first time since I was eight."

Bumper chuckled, kissing her forehead thoughtfully. "You know, I'm terrified of donkeys thanks to Pinocchio. When I was seven, my cousin said if I was naughty I'd be turned into a donkey and I believed him. Ever since then I thought that donkeys I saw were boys and I was so scared I've been frightened ever since."

Amy looked at Bumper sceptically, shaking her head. What the fuck was this guy even on about?"At least the nurse was understanding," she mumbled, her weight sinking into the mattress as she rolled onto her side, being careful of her belly.

"That is very true," Bumper quipped, pointing a finger."She could have said she wasn't going to look after an Australian looney but she said 'fuck it' and made sure that you were comfortable by allowing you to pee in a pot instead. She said it's a lot more common, anyway."

Amy smiled, putting her hand on her stomach. She was pregnant or possibly pregnant. Just the thought was enough to make her smile and go fuzzy. She was going to be responsible for a human being! A human being that she and Bumper had created out of love and nothing else. Well, love and semen.

But mainly love.