Title: With You
Pairing: Stacie/Donald
A/N: First off, I want to apologize for this extremely late update. I blame Sony Vaio for that since my laptop's system crashed a few weeks ago. As for the memory loss question from the author's note of the previous chapter, I've decided to hold it off for another story. This will be the chapter where Stacie and Donald finally reunite. Anyway, this is chapter eleven. Hope you all like it.
-Sux2budude
Chapter Eleven:
...
When she's finally allowed to see him (after hours of waiting impatiently and arguing with the nurses), Stacie stands outside his hospital room for ten whole minutes, taking deep breaths and willing herself to be strong and to keep herself from falling apart in front of him.
She finally opens his door and slips inside his room, and all her 'Don't cry' and 'keep it together, Stacie' chants fly out the window, and she's left with her heart breaking inside her chest at the sight before her.
He's lying in a gurney with all sorts of machines, monitors, and tubes attached to him. His face is still covered in bruises, scrapes, and fresh bandages, and his left leg is elevated in some sort of advanced mechanism she's only seen in a movie once.
She feels her tears welling up in her eyes at seeing him so helpless. Motionless. He looks so much younger with his eyes closed and with his usually perfectly curled hair sticking out adorably in odd angles around his bandaged forehead.
She slowly approaches him, and she puts a hand to her mouth to keep herself from letting out a sob at seeing his face up close. She gently places a hand to his bruised cheek and runs it slowly up his face to run through his soft hair, and back down. Her thumb gently moves across his lips and she leans forward and presses her lips gently against his. Her heart aches inside her chest because everytime she had done this, he would always kiss her back. But he remains motionless, save for the even rise and fall of his chest as he breathes softly.
"I'm so sorry, Donald." she whispers as she stands back to look at his face. It pains her to see him this way. To see him weak, helpless, and hurt, and it breaks her heart to think of all the pain he must be in, or will be in when he wakes up, so she tries to think of something else. She manages a smile as she slowly sits by his hip, her upper body facing him. She takes his hand in hers and presses it against her abdomen, much like she did when she was trying to will him back to life. She shudders at the thought of him being lifeless and she pulls the thought away to focus on her task at hand.
Her own voice sounds different to her. It's about an octave higher, and a whole load softer than usual. "You're going to be a daddy." she whispers to Donald. "I found out a few hours ago and though my father seems unhappy about the news, he'll have to accept it because I've already made my decision... And I want to keep it." she squeezes his hand gently. "With you... If you'll have me again."
"I'm sure he'd love that."
Stacie nearly jumps off the bed as she whips her head around to see who had said that. "Oh... uhh, I didn't hear you come in." she murmurs as she stares at the girl from earlier who she had figured was a relative of Donald's.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," the girl says as she crosses the room and holds out her hand. "I'm Daphne. Donald's older sister."
Stacie can definitely see the similarities between the two. Same wavy black hair (though Daphne's hair is waist length), same colored eyes, and the same nose. She also has the same kind smile as her brother's.
Stacie gently places Donald's hand back to his side and slips off the bed, smiling warmly as she shakes the girls hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you... I'm Stacie."
"I know." at Stacie's questioning look, Daphne shrugs with a little smile as she squeezes next to Donald's bed and places a kiss on his forehead. "He told me about you." she says as she turns back to Stacie.
"Really?"
Daphne nods, "And I'm thoroughly impressed with your works."
"Works?"
Daphne looks back at her brother with a smile, "You managed what no other girl could do and tamed the untamable Donald Henderson."
"I'm not sure if I really had anything to do with that... I just dated him."
Daphne shakes her head, "You kept him on the tips of his toes... He said that you were God's gift to him."
Stacie barely manages to hide her blush. "He said that?" she questions.
Daphne nods, "He's always been a cocky idiot, but since he dated you, he matured."
Stacie manages to crack a smile at that, feeling a warm feeling spread across her chest. "I don't know why I ever let him go." she says sadly.
Daphne shakes her head, "Because he's an idiot."
At that, Stacie furrows her eyebrows confusedly.
"Did he at some point, towards the end of your relationship begin to seem like he's avoiding you?"
Stacie nods. "Yeah."
"And did he start acting all interested in another girl in front of you?"
Stacie nods again, remembering the time he was openly flirting with Lilly on the Treble Maker's bus. "Yeah, how'd you know?"
Daphne shakes her head and looks over at her sleeping brother once more. "Selfless idiot." she mutters softly, but loud enough for Stacie to hear her.
"Did he say something about it?" Stacie questions.
Daphne heaves a sigh as she gestures towards the chairs at the foot of Donald's bed.
They both take a seat before Daphne starts talking again. "Donald has always been sort of insecure in a way... Yes, he's cocky and sometimes an ass, but... Inside, he's this person who's scared of having his heart broken. He's had enough of that to last a lifetime." Daphne shakes her head, "He was twelve when our parents divorced."
Stacie blinks confusedly at Daphne, having never known that about his parents. Donald had never really said much about his parents before. Actually, he never talked about his family. Every time she brought the subject up, he'd always change it. She didn't really think much of it, but now she's extremely curious to know more about his family.
Daphne continues, and though she's there in the room, her eyes seem unfocused like she was far away. "I was sixteen when it happened... Donnie was angry about it for a long time, but it got better over the years, up until our mom remarried... It was then when Donald started pulling away from anything and everything that could hurt him... He'd always call me for advice, or just to talk." Daphne fidgets with the hem of her light blue knee-length dress. "He stopped coming over for the Holidays. Instead, he spent his Holidays alone or with a friend." Daphne heaves a heavy sigh as she leans back in her seat and folds her hands in her lap.
"Every year is the same with him... I'd call him and beg him to come home for the Holidays. Sometimes he'd agree, and then he'd make up some dumb excuse and cancel on us at the last minute because he knows we can't do anything about it then. And when he doesn't say yes, it's because he knows I won't be able to get here to him and drag his ass home... He'd always say he has nothing against me..." Daphne trails off for a few moments, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes. Stacie can tell that the girl is trying her best to hold herself together, but she's failing because she can see a tear manage to escape her eye and cascade down her cheek. She wants to say something to comfort Donald's sister, but she's not exactly sure what to say. She feels terrible for not knowing this about Donald. They'd been dating for a couple of months and she had no idea that his parents were divorced. She makes a mental note to find out everything about him when he wakes up... If he accepts her.
Daphne wipes her tear away quickly and manages to smile a bit. "What he doesn't know, is that I'm hurting too... I hate that my parents got divorced, and I hate that I have to face them alone every year... Not once did Donald accompany me home for the Holidays since the day he left home for College. He'd call my dad and say Hi every now and then, but my mom..." Daphne shakes her head again. "My mom is the one person in our family who Donald won't speak to. He refuses to call her, he won't answer her calls, he runs away when he sees her, and he'd rather die than meet our mom's husband. He still hadn't met the man."
Daphne gets up and stares at her brothers sleeping form for a minute, both just listening to the loud beeping sound of the EKG. "He hates my mom the most because she's the one who promised him that she would always be there for him..." Daphne says softly. "And then one night she had a fight with my dad and she walked out on us. She left for six years and all of a sudden, she's back in our lives, acting like nothing ever happened. Like she hadn't scarred my baby brother so badly, to the point where he'd close himself off to anything and everything. And he told me, that he would never love anyone because love can be the most amazing feeling in the world, but it can also bring about the worst kind of pain you'll ever feel. That's why it surprised me so much when he called me one night and told me that he might be in love with a girl named Stacie."
Stacie smiles over at Donald and she wishes she could kiss him then. She wishes a lot of things, but none of those things can happen in one moment, so she focuses back to the story at hand.
Anyway, when Donald hit College, he hit it hard. Partying, and sleeping around to forget about everything he had to go through... I'd always try to get him to visit our mom or dad's place, but he can never bear seeing our mom with our step-dad." Daphne chuckles lightly with a shake of her head. "He hates it when I refer to our mom's husband as our step-dad... He'd always say that he's my step-dad, not his."
Stacie finally understands why he is who he is... Why he does the things he does, and why he did the things he did. Because of his upbringing. His childhood was ruined, and he's really just this guy who walks around, pretending to be happy when he's really hurting deeply inside.
"So you see, when Donald has reason to believe that he'll somehow get hurt in some way, he pulls away... He makes up excuses to get out of seeing you." Daphne says with a shrug.
Stacie is a bit confused at that, so she asks, "Did he think I was going to hurt him?"
"I think he thought you would leave him for someone better."
Stacie's eyebrows furrow in confusion. "Why would he think that?"
Daphne sighs heavily and looks over at her brother's sleeping form. "He'll probably want to strangle me for telling you, but I think you deserve an explanation as to why he acted the way he did before you finally broke up with him."
Stacie begins to wonder if Donald tells his sister everything. Daphne seems to know a lot that she doesn't. She gestures for Daphne to continue..
"He called me about two weeks ago, asking for advice."
"For what?" Stacie asks curiously.
"He said he walked in on a conversation you were having with your dad over the phone on loudspeaker, and being the curious idiot he is, he eavesdropped on said convo."
Stacie begins to figure out where this was headed, but she wants to make sure, so she waits and listens quietly.
"And then he said he heard your dad talking about your future and how you deserved someone better. Someone who could provide for you. He mentioned that your dad said something about someone named Judas or something."
Stacie nods as she follows along, finally pinpointing the exact day she had that conversation with her dad over the phone. "My dad was trying to push me to date that idiot, Jason."
Daphne shrugs, "So being the insecure person that he is, he begins to have these ridiculous thoughts of how your dad might be right. He said you deserved better than him, and he asked me for advice on what to do... So I told him to do what he thinks is best for the both of you... Now when I said that, I was thinking along the lines of keeping himself in check, you know? Like, treating you the way you want to be treated. But I guess he was thinking of something entirely different because he started saying that maybe you'd be better off without him."
Stacie felt the tears welling up in her eyes, finally understanding Donald's behavior in the week prior to their breakup. "So the distant and flirting act was all just a way to get me to break up with him? So I'd find someone better? More deserving?"
Daphne nods slowly. "I told him he was being an idiot and that he should just talk to you about it... But he refused to listen to me, and going on about how your decision should be despite of him."
Stacie stays silent, wanting to both strangle and kiss Donald for being a selfless idiot. For caring about what her dad says. "Well, he can't do anything anymore about my decision." Stacie says sternly. "I'm carrying his child, and whether he likes it or not, he's stuck with me forever. And if he even suggests that our baby deserves better, I'll smack him."
Daphne grins widely, "I'll hold him down while you smack some senses into him."
They continue to talk about other little things for about half an hour until Daphne has to leave to send make a phone call to her boss about getting leave from work for a week or two.
Stacie spends the next few moments alone with Donald, holding his hand and talking to him and slipping in little kisses all over his face until she hears a knock on the door. She turns to see her dad slip inside the room. He glances over at Donald and stares at his sleeping form for a moment. "Can we talk outside?" he asks Stacie who looks over at Donald before nodding to her dad. She kisses Donald's cheek before following her dad outside.
Her dad looks nervous for some reason, and it makes her nervous as well. They both take a seat outside in a waiting room, before Stacie's dad begins to talk.
"I uhh, I bumped into Jason in the cafe down the street."
Stacie groans loudly as she shakes her head, "Not this again, Dad please! I told you before, and I'm telling you again... I, am never going to feel anything for Jason, or anyone else for that matter."
"That's not what I was gonna say." her dad interrupts.
"Then what did you want to say?"
He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment before finally speaking. "I actually wanted to tell you that... you were right."
This manages to stop Stacie from rolling her eyes. "What exactly was I right about?"
"You can take care of yourself... You don't need someone who's rich and set for life to do that for you. You're more than capable of taking care of yourself, and I'm sorry."
Stacie goes to speak but he puts up a hand to stop her.
"Before you say anything, just let me get this off my chest."
Stacie nods for him to continue. He takes a deep breath before speaking again.
"After the conversation we had over the phone when you told me about the day you really met Donald... I started to think that maybe he doesn't have to deserve you. And though no one on this planet deserves my baby girl, maybe he loves you enough to give you the best he can. In a way, you and Donald both remind me of your mom and I."
Stacie quirks a questioning brow at. her dad, "How so?"
"Your grandfather wasn't exactly ecstatic about me either at first. And your mother and I broke up because your grandfather didn't approve of our relationship. And in that entire four months without your mother, I was miserable... Then one day, I saw her with someone else, and it nearly killed me. And that pain..." he shakes his head with a bitter look. "That feeling is not something I want you to feel... For a long time I held a grudge against your grandfather for it. For making me feel so miserable during the breakup. I hated him... But he finally came around." he pauses to take Stacie's hand in his. "And then I realized that I would rather spend the rest of my life learning to accept the boy you love, than to have you hate me for a moment."
Stacie stares at her dad, seeing him in a whole new light. She always thought her parents had been together since they met. She's never heard this side of their story.
"You are all I have left." he whispers softly as he gives her hand a gentle squeeze.
"I know... So are you going to stop pushing me to date Jason?"
He smiles, "I only did that because I thought you'd be happier if you had someone to give you everything you would ever want and need."
"Dad, I already had everything I needed... A wonderful father who loves and cares for me, and an amazing boy who loves me more than any other boy is capable of."
Her dad nods with a smile, "I know that now... After witnessing what happened today in the operation room, I realized that you were already going through so much pain, and that it was too late to stop you from loving him... So if you're thinking of pursuing another relationship with him, then..." he trails off for a moment and Stacie can feel her nerves buzzing all over the place. It doesn't matter whether or not her dad would approve of her relationship with Donald. She was determined to be with the father of her baby. But it would be a whole lot better if her dad approves.
Finally, he continues, "Then I'll be with you the rest of the way." he smiles. "And I guess the thought of a grandchild sounds pretty thrilling... I'm not getting any younger."
Stacie smiles widely as she steps toward her dad and hugs him tightly. "Thank you, dad."
"Your welcome, Sweety... And I love you."
Stacie grins, feeling tears of joy welling up in her eyes, "Love you too, dad."
-DS-
...
Stacie spent an hour in Donald's room after her dad left to get changed. It took him twenty minutes trying to convince Stacie to go back to her dorm room and get some sleep before he finally gave up.
It was an hour later when Donald's mom and step-dad enters his room that Stacie finally allowed herself to go back to her dorm and get some rest. Lord knows she needed it, but the thought of leaving Donald all by himself, terrifies her. But she has to think for two now, and it's important that she's well rested.
She bends down and kisses his cheek, whispering in his ear that she loves him before she leaves with a smile and a nod at his mom. She's barely out the door when she hears his mom's soft voice from behind her.
"Excuse me, Stacie?"
Stacie stops abruptly in her steps and turns back to see Donald's mom blinking at her. "Yes?"
"May I have a word with you?" Donald's mom asks softly, her eyes flickering down to her abdomen and back to her face.
"Sure."
"My daughter spoke about you before... And she says you're the first girl Donald has actually dated since his high school years."
Stacie blushes a bit but she nods, feeling nervous about the direction of this conversation. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you." they shake hands and smile warmly at each other, right before Donald's mom who introduces herself as Julia Greene, adds weight to their conversation with one question.
"You're pregnant with Donald's child?"
"Yes." Stacie nods, "It wasn't planned or anything and we were careless about protection, and-"
"You think I don't like this?" Julia asks, cutting Stacie off.
"I uhh, I don't know... I figured you'd just ignore the situation."
"Are you insane?" Julia laughs. "I mean, I don't really love the fact that my son got a girl pregnant out of wedlock, but it's certainly not going to stump my excitement about finally getting a grandchild!"
Stacie smiles at Julia's excitement. This is certainly a surprise, but it's a good one. She actually thought Donald's mom would put up more of a hassle than her dad, but she's actually really accepting of the situation. Stacie ignores the fact that this excitement that Julia has, probably has something to do with her need to reconcile with her son, and that she needs this out to get out of having to be his grudge-target.
"I always wanted grandchildren, but Daphne didn't want to rush into anything, and I really do understand that, but.. I'm certainly not getting any younger."
Stacie smiles softly at the older woman, "My dad said that too."
"Well, if he's around my age, then he's right."
There's a short silence before Julia sighs and puts a hand on Stacie's shoulder. "I'm happy to finally meet the girl who managed to change Donald... And I'm glad you're the one carrying his child. I can't say I know you, but any girl who can change my son the way you did, is the perfect girl for him, in my book... So if you ever need anything, please let me know." she takes a calling card from her purse and hands it to Stacie who smiles softly at the older woman.
"Thank you." Stacie tries not to think of how this is probably just a hoax, a way to win Donald's trust back. A way for Julia to win back the son she left all those years ago. She doesn't dwell on the thought for long, and she only smiles as Julia shakes her head.
"No... Thank you. For giving me something I've always wanted." she nods at Stacie's abdomen. "And I hope you understand that from now on, I'll be taking care of anything you'll need for the baby. Prenatal Vitamins, hospital checkups, anything at all, I'll take care of the financial part."
"You really don't have to, I can manage on my-"
"I won't take no for an answer." Julia says sternly yet softly, effectively getting her point across.
"Thank you." Stacie says, suddenly feeling the urge to burst into tears. 'Oh dear Lord, the pregnancy hormones are already starting to take over.' she thinks.
"Anytime."
The two women seperate with happy smiles on their faces.
-DS-
...
Stacie barely manages to get to the bathroom before she's hurling. She's on her knees, leaning over the toilet seat as she empties out the contents of her stomach. When she's done, she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and flushes the toilet as she groans out loud, feeling exhausted, and groggy. She immediately gets up off the floor and heads back to her room to grab her towel for a quick shower before she visits Donald again.
...
"Stacie!"
Stacie whirls around when she hears Beca's voice calling her from across the hospital hall. "Beca! What are you doing here?"
"Didn't you hear?" Beca says as she runs to meet her, and immediately wrapping Stacie in a hug.
Stacie furrows her eyebrows as Beca pulls away with a huge smile. "Hear what?"
"Donald woke up... Aubrey called me. She said he's been asking for you."
Stacie's eyes widen for a moment, momentarily wondering why Aubrey was visiting Donald, before she's taking off down the hall towards Donald's room.
"Your welcome!" she hears Beca call, and she quickly turns to call back a thank you before she's sprinting to Donald's room.
When she finally arrives at the door to his room, she stops to catch her breath, her mind working overtime to accommodate all the things she wants to tell Donald. As she slowly opens the door, the first thing she sees are flower bouquet's of all colors, shapes, and sizes, filling his room. She wishes she had had time to stop at a florist and grab him a bouquet, but everything running through her mind is wiped away completely when she sees him. He's staring blankly at the ceiling, his eyes unblinking, and his breathing slow and even.
"Donald." she breathes softly, her heart expanding, soaring, thumping, and longing for the sight before her. He finally seems to notice that he's not alone, and his eyes widen when he sees her. He winces as he goes to sit up but she stops him as she quickly crosses the room and gently pushes him to lie back down. "Stay down." she murmurs softly, her eyes collecting tears as he winces again. She doesn't bother with wiping her tears away as she stares at his face. "You scared the crap out of me yesterday." she cries softly.
"Stacie, I'm so sorr-"
"Shhh," she shushes him, shaking her head to stop him from speaking through his hoarse voice. "Don't apologize."
"But I-"
"Don't." she says sternly. "Daphne told me everything."
"Ev- Everything?"
Stacie nods as she gently runs a finger up the side of his face. "I'm so sorry, Donald... I should've realized sooner that you weren't acting right."
"Stacie," Donald says putting up a hand. "Before you tell me that I had no right in making that decision for you, I want you to know that I did it for you."
"I know... I know you did it for me, but you're wrong. I don't want anything or anyone else in my life, but you!"
"I know, but I wanted you to have a better future, and for me to have a clean conscience, and I'm sorry I did it without your knowing, and-"
"I'm pregnant." Stacie cuts him off.
Donald's eyes widen for a second. His eyebrows disappearing under the bandage around his forehead as he stares at her, speechless. Stacie feels extremely nervous because maybe Donald doesn't want to be a father yet. Is he?
"What?" he asks blankly, his voice shaking, though she's not sure if it's out of joy, or fear, or dread, or-
"You're pregnant?" he asks loudly. "Are you sure?" there's a ton of emotion on his voice, and it may or may not be a good emotion because his face remains impassive, save for his widened eyes.
"Yes, I'm a hundred percent sure." Stacie manages through bated breath. "I found out just yesterday, that I'm one month pregnant."
Donald is silent as he stares at her unblinkingly. Before she could comprehend what's going on, he's sitting up in his gurney, and hugging her to him. "I'm sorry." he whispers softly, confusing her. "I'm so sorry... You just started college and I've ruined your future, and-"
She cuts him off by pulling herself forcefully away from his arms.
"What are you talking about?" she asks incredulously.
He blinks once, "I'm making your life harder than ever... You have college and everything, and now you have to worry about a baby, and you're not going to have the same freedom and body as you do now-"
She knows he's doing it again, and she want to slap him and kiss him for thinking about her well being at such a time. "Donald, I don't care about any of that." Stacie says, cutting him off again. "I don't care about what I'll look like for nine months, I don't care about whether or not I'll be able to go out after I give birth, I don't care if I'll have bags under my eyes, or that I'll be waking up at the asscrack of dawn to throw up my insides, or that I'll have monster cravings at odd hours of the night, or that my stomach will be adorning stretch marks for the remainder of my life... I don't care about any of that." she pauses to take his hands in hers and places them against her stomach. "All I care about is us. And I want this... I want this with you. I want to have a baby with you. I want to have a family with you. I want to have a future with you. I want to have long lingering kisses with you. I want to have short, meaningless arguments with you. I want to be happy... And I know in my heart that I'll only have that, with you."
Donald smiles happily as he takes her face in his hands, feeling extremely unmanly with the tears collecting in his eyes, but he doesn't give a damn about that. Everything he cares about is right here, in front of him. And he knows he wants this. Part of him wishes he could give her something more, but most of him wants to be selfish. He wants this too. He wants everything that she wants. He wants a family of his own too. They're both young and all, but in his heart, being without her for a week and a half, is a week and a half too long. And he can't help the smile on his face as he pulls her into his arms and kisses her with all the love he feels in his heart. "I love you, Stacie." he whispers against her lips. "Part of me wanted to give you a better life. A better partner in life. Someone who could give you everything you'll ever want... But right now, I don't want to do any of that... I don't want anyone to take you away from me... I don't want to see you with anyone else. I don't want to spend the rest of my life wondering what my life would've been like if I had just stayed with you... I want you to be mine, and only mine."
"Donald," Stacie goes to speak but he keeps talking.
"I want to be the guy you tell all your problems to."
"Donald," she tries again, but he cuts her off again.
"I want to be the one to hear you say "I love you" to.
"Donald-" Her voice gets higher each time she calls his name
"I want to be the guy who walks into a room full of people and proudly point you out and say, 'That's her'.
"Donald-"
"I want you to be mine-"
"DONALD!"
Donald blinks rapidly at her as if just realizing his own ramblings and that she's been calling his name a few times now. "Huh?"
Stacie chuckles as she pulls his face closer to hers in pure joy and excitement. "I've always been yours, and only yours, just as you have been mine, and only mine."
His eyes turn soft and he pulls her hand up to his face and kisses the back of it. "Past two weeks never happened?" he suggests softly with a smile.
"What two weeks?" Stacie smiles as she wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him to her.
Donald can't help the gigantic grin on his face as he scoots to the side and let's her slip onto his bed next to him. Just as he's about to ask her if they were a couple again, she leans forward and silences him with a kiss. He figures this kiss is his answer.
Stacie pulls away for air a minute later, and she gently presses her forehead against his, her eyes still closed in pure bliss. "For the record," she mutters softly, pulling her eyes open to stare into his. "I love you too."
"Always." Donald smiles.
"Forever."
-SD-
...
(TWO MONTHS LATER)
(Let's just say, Donald's injuries from the accident are mostly nonexistent at this point, shall we?)
-Stacie:
We started as an accident. A coincidence. A disaster. But we grew together as one. A team. A couple. Partners. Lovers. We were inseparable. Until our separation... We learned that life is not worth living without that one person who happens to be your purpose for waking up everyday. When you find that someone you know you can't be without, hold on tight, and never let go.
I was fortunate enough to have found someone like my Donald. And I lost him once (The breakup), and almost lost him permanently (The hospital incident). And that was when I realized, that no matter how hard things get, or how complicated he makes things, I can never let him go... Because with him, my life is complete.
Stacie turns over on her side and stares into his eyes. The eyes she loves so much.
"No one else will do." she whispers against his lips.
"Well I should hope so." Donald chuckles.
"I love you." Stacie adds, and Donald pulls back a bit to look at her closely.
He's a bit worried about her random- out of the blue- sentiments. "You okay?"
Stacie rolls her eyes at her boyfriend, "I tell you that I love you, and you ask me if I'm okay?"
"Sorry." Donald whispers quickly, knowing very well how her moods seem to change in a matter of milliseconds. "I love you too." he smiles before placing a chaste kiss against her lips, and lies back down to wait for her to ask him. Sooner or later she would say it. He's told her countless times before to stop trying to fight it, but she still tries.
There's a momentary silence before she finally gives up the fight and pokes him in the chest.
"What?" he mutters, cracking one eye open to look at her.
"Your child is seriously craving a gigantic bacon cheeseburger right now." she says apollogetically.
He groans a bit, but smiles and looks at her bedside clock, before pulling himself out of bed to get ready for the half hour long drive down to Burger King. "I knew there was an alternate reason for your sudden verbal display of affections." he laughs as he shrugs on one of his hoodies that she took from his apartment.
"And a jar of pickles." Stacie adds with a sheepish grin.
"I'll be back soon." he kisses her forehead, chuckling lightly when she tries to cling to his shirt a bit longer, he grabs his car keys and heads towards the door with a smile on his face.
He's skeptical at times, but right now, he knows they can do this. As long as they have each other.
"And a bottle of rootbeer!" Stacie yells out through the window as he unlocks his car door.
"That's unhealthy!" Donald calls up to her, watching as she sticks her head out and glares at him. "Uhh, I mean I love you!" he says quickly.
Stacie smiles lovingly at him, feeling bad for waking him up at two in the morning to help her fall asleep, and then making him drive down to Burger King for a bacon cheeseburger. "I love you too!"
-The End!- not really ;)
(Sequel up next- read the Author's Note below for a little heads up on what's next for this story.)
A/N: I know, the disappointment of an ending sucks, but fret not. I just wanted to end this because I'm trying to stick with it's summary which states that this is their life throughout the year, meaning one year, but I think I've exceeded that. So for those who want more, lookout for the sequel to this story. It'll be called "One Day At A Time" and it'll mostly be Stacie's difficult pregnancy stage, starting from the difficulties of moving around with a giant stomach, to the cravings, to the crazy hormones, to the unbelievable mood swings, to Donald's momentary immaturity, right into the birth of their child, and so on. So if you wanna read about that, look out for the sequel to this. (*wink wink*)
It'll have great potential for lovey-dovey moments, to the playful bantering, to the momentary weaknesses, the wild arguments, the crying, the laughing, the playing, the swearing, the fighting, and so on. Think of all those amazing untold stories! You know you want to read them. Anyway, the sequel will be updated regularly, so don't think of this as an ending. Think of it as a chapter that pauses one story and starts another, huh?! Review and let me know if you want to read said sequel or not. ;)
More of the story, like the Barden Bella's acceptance of Stacie and Donald's relationship, as well as Jesse and Beca's relationship is up in the sequel called One Day At A Time. Thanks again and please REVIEW!
-Sux2budude