A/N: I have a week till classes start, so I will be wrapping this up within the next couple of chapters!
SaliciousNothing—you're right, thanks!
Marcella—it's okay! I appreciate your honesty. To you and the rest of the people who don't like the pregnancy story line, why don't you like it? For me, I just don't like the possibility of Will getting all mushy-gushy, but if there are other things you all don't like, let me know and I will try to avoid them. But I don't plan on turning this into a family story in the typical sense. Also, for the record, I have only read one other Will/Alicia fanfic (that had nothing to do with pregnancy) so I wasn't aware it was so overused. I'm not a big reader of fanfiction… I mostly just write it. I will try to continue being unique!
CHAPTER 11
The white walls of the doctor's office seemed to be pressing against Alicia's eye sockets, even when she closed her eyes. Everything in this room was oppressive, from the "What does your baby look like now?" poster, to the industrial-like silver clock, to the stiff, small chair she was sitting in. She couldn't breathe. Everything in here felt sterile, but still not pure enough to fill the ache in her lungs.
She tries to calm her racing thoughts, but nothing can still her mind. Nothing can banish the images of a toddler with Peter's face, running around, calling him Daddy and forcing them to get back together.
Just because you have his child doesn't mean you have to get back together with him, she reminds herself shakily. She's done doing the "morally correct" thing—getting back together with Peter would never be right for her.
There is a sharp knock on the door, and her OB-GYN enters the room. She is a kind woman who is doctor to many famous people; Alicia chose her because she knew that she would be discreet. She wouldn't have to worry about her doctor letting anything slip to reporters—or to Peter.
"Okay, Mrs. Florrick—"
"Just Alicia, please," Alicia says, shuddering at the use of her last name. She had kept it because of the firm, but it was frustrating when people hadn't heard of the divorce. She hated being The Governor's Wife wherever she went.
"Alicia. What an exciting day for you, huh?" The doctor was younger than Alicia—probably early thirties. She had her blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, and her kind eyes were smiling at Alicia, despite how obviously distressed she was.
"Yeah, exciting," Alicia murmurs. "Tell me… the details, please."
"The baby looks absolutely healthy. Still very small… you're only about two months pregnant."
"Oh my God." Alicia exhales deeply. Two months. The baby is Will's.
Her doctor takes the chair next to her, grabbing Alicia's hands. "Congratulations, Alicia," she says, although with less enthusiasm than before. She can sense Alicia's hesitations.
Alicia nods at her, just processing this news.
"You didn't mean to get pregnant?" The doctor asks.
"No." Alicia's voice is weak.
"It's okay. It happens more often than you think."
Alicia drops her head. "I feel like such a fool."
"An abortion is still an option at this point. You can also put it up for adoption, although I know that won't save you from the publicity. You have options, Alicia. It's up to you." The doctor pats Alicia's hands gently, and then departs from the room. Alicia sits, mulling over these options, and then stands. She takes a deep breath.
(TRANSITION)
Alicia is eternally grateful that in court today she is not facing Will, or anyone else at Lockhart/Gardner. She is on a small case, one that Florrick/Agos has an obligation to but isn't ever really too excited about, and the prosecution has hired some third-rate lawyer who nearly shakes every time Alicia looks at him.
All it takes is a few well-placed "Objection!"s before he is stumbling over his words and the judge is saying, "Move it along, counselor; I have dinner plans."
She is thankful to have the distraction of court to clear her head. If there's one thing she's sure she's good at, it's being a lawyer. Besides being a mother, being a lawyer was what fulfilled her most in life. She lives and breathes justice. Winning a good case was almost better than sex—almost. Within an hour of feeling, smelling, and seeing the courtroom, Alicia felt normal again. Felt like maybe she could do this. She would tell Will when she saw him, and they would decide what to do together.
The lawyer she's intimidated the shit out of finally stands abruptly and says, "Your honor, the prosecution requests a recess to consult our client."
Alicia grins inwardly. Sounds like it's time to settle, she thinks.
The judge rolls his eyes a little more obviously than Alicia would have expected. Judges hate new and incompetent lawyers too; they make everything run more slowly.
"You have an hour," he says.
Alicia stacks up her files and leans over to her client, a middle-aged stockbroker. "Go get some lunch. I'm expecting they'll want to settle soon, so keep your phone on you. I'll call you when we get something."
He nods and leaves the table. Alicia walks confidently from the room, although the anxiety still builds in her stomach.
She checks her phone outside the courtroom. Twenty minutes ago Will texted her—"I need you. Hotel across the street. Room 213."
Alicia feels delight swell in her chest. She looks at the people around her, expecting them to know that she just received a daytime booty-call. However, the people leaving the courtroom look just as tired and irritated as they always do. She is the only one beaming like a teenager.
She rushes across the street, finding the room easily. She knocks on the door, and Will answers immediately. Alicia loses her thoughts in the look of desire on his face. His eyebrows are drawn together, his dark eyes cloudy with longing. "What took you so long?" he growls, pulling her in by her suit jacket.
He unbuttons her top quickly, tearing it off. His mouth meets her neck, and Alicia is gone. So gone.
"Talking to Diane went well?" Alicia asks breathily.
"Yes! Very well." He slips off her skirt. "I was surprised. But then again, you always have a way of twisting people around your finger—including Diane."
He slips a finger under her panties, reaching up into her. Alicia gasps, surprised by how aggressive he is being. She loves it. She needs it. Everything has been scary and uncertain for too long—she just needs him.
"And Cary?" he whispers the question into her neck, and she shivers. How can she formulate an answer at a time like this?"
"Yeah," Alicia moans.
Will laughs into her neck, still drawing his finger in and out of her. He inserts two more, stretching her, making her weak. They have not moved past the entryway. Alicia isn't even sure if he closed the door.
"I mean… he was… unsure. But okay." Alicia forces the words out, only about 50% sure of what she was saying.
"You seem to be incapable of proper speech," Will says, leaving her neck and looking at her face. Alicia's lips quiver, and when her eyes meet Will's, she can feel the passion igniting in the deepest parts of her body.
"I… yes," Alicia says, giggling. Will suddenly withdraws his fingers from her, and then scoops her up off the ground.
Then they are on the bed, and he slides her panties off with no effort. Her bra is next, and he is kissing her, hard. His tongue reaches for hers, and she obliges. His mouth is hot against hers, and when she parts her lips she feels the warmth down through her body. He presses against her, the whole weight of him on her, reaching, yearning for her. Alicia claws at his back, always wanting him closer.
His hands are in her hair, on her neck, on her breasts, everywhere. They are both panting fervently, aching for each other.
After several minutes of this, Will gets up, unbuckling his belt. He doesn't bother with his shirt, and Alicia is glad he doesn't—the space between them suddenly feels unyielding and massive.
Then he's back on top of her, and back inside her, thrusting mercilessly. There is no time or patience for gathering momentum—he pounds into her, and they are both yelling each other's names. Alicia grasps the sheets beside her, closing her eyes and drinking in the smell of Will, the sound of his cries, and the feeling of his hardness inside her body.
Will's hands are wound into Alicia's hair, pulling it slightly as he rides her. She barely notices the pain, too completely consumed by the pleasure of his body on hers.
Will moans loudly, and Alicia knows he's reaching his release. Just the knowledge that she does this to him makes her own release come faster.
They crumble together, and Alicia thinks, I'll tell him later.
