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Chapter 10: It's the Little Things We Say.. or Don't Say.
Jeff stared at her, unblinking, "For real?"
She nodded. "Well, that's great!" he exclaimed enthusiastically. He gently tugged her off the swing and wrapped her in a bear hug.
Not uttering a word, Amy hugged him back, "But what about Matt.." she trailed off as Matt strode purposefully towards them, carrying three ice cream cones.
"But what about me?" he asked, forcing a smile.
"I uh.."
"She was just asking me if Nora and I wanted to have children," Jeff supplied quickly.
"Oh," Matt replied casually, even though his voice betrayed suspicion as he glanced back and forth between the two of them.
"How about we head back?" Jeff suggested, "It's getting late anyway."
Matt nodded absent-mindedly. Waving goodbye to Chris and the twins, the trio piled into Matt and Amy's jeep and headed for home. Watching Jeff lick at his ice cream cone, Amy noticed Matt had barely licked his at red lights.
Matt glanced in the rearview mirror, noticing as Amy licked her lips in anticipation.
"Ames, would you like to have my ice cream cone?" Matt asked.
"Actually I would thanks," grabbing it from Matt's hand, Jeff looked at her in surprise at how fast she nabbed it. About to take a lick, she stopped, "Are you sure, I mean, I thought you were hungry Matt?"
"Nah, not anymore, you can have it." She looked at him strangely for a minute, like she could almost tell something was wrong. Gazing longingly at the chocolate chip ice cream, her mouth practically watered. Shrugging her shoulders, she attacked it with a vengeance.
As they pulled into the driveway, Matt held the door open for Amy, watching her with a bored look on his face, as she vigorously licked at the ice cream cone. "Jeff, would you excuse us for a second." Nervously, Jeff met Amy's startled eyes and Matt's angry ones.
"Um, sure." Scooting for the door, Jeff jingled the keys in his hand.
"Is there something you're not telling me Amy?" Matt asked sternly.
Unable to meet his eyes, Amy quietly answered, "I think I might be pregnant."
"Why were you afraid to tell me earlier?" he asked sorrowfully.
Amy looked up at him in shock, "You heard?! But why didn't you say anything?"
"Because I wanted to hear it from you. Why did you tell Jeff over me?"
"Because, you've been acting so withdrawn, pensive lately. I suspected you didn't want children."
"All you had to do was ask."
"Would you have given me a straight answer?" Amy asked pointedly.
Averting his eyes, Matt replied, "Not necessarily."
Putting her hands on her hips, she nodded, "I thought so."
"It makes no difference, I have a right to know," Matt shot back defensively. Have you taken a pregnancy test yet?"
"No, I was going to go to the store to purchase one."
"I'll drive you," he stated evenly, fishing the keys out of his back pocket.
"I'll drive myself thank you," Amy responded stiffly, her head high.
"Ames," he warned, following her around to the driver's side.
"Matt, you are starting to touch the overbearing streak inside of you and quite frankly I refuse to put up with it right now," she snapped.
He slammed his hand on the car sill, "Alright, fine!"
Winding up the car window, Amy refused to look at him as he backed away from the driver's side. Tire's screeching, Amy backed out of the drive and roared off down the street.
Matt stormed into the house, slamming the door behind him.
3 hours later:
Too tired to stay up, Jeff went to bed an over an hour ago, while Matt anxiously paced the living room floor, waiting up for Amy. Just then his head jerked up as he heard a key turn in the lock. Quietly opening the door, Amy slipped inside.
"Where have you been?! It's 9:00 o'clock!"
"I know," she responded evenly.
"Why didn't.." Breaking off his tirade of words, Matt grabbed her shoulders and pressed an intense but quick kiss to her lips. "I was worried about you," he finished huskily, pressing his forehead to hers.
Dropping her little, brown bag, she wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered, "I know."
"I'm sorry Matt for running off like that and not calling you or anything."
"And I apologize for being so domineering and mean."
"I should have told you Matt, first thing. I know I hurt you, I'm sorry."
Matt nodded. "Look," he said, stuffing his hands in his pockets, "I like children but there is something about them that scares me, intimidates me."
Amy let out a laugh, "Intimidates you? Matt, they are only children.."
"It's not a laughing matter Amy!" he cried, his jaw clenching. "Now, it's only us and to a degree we are responsible for each other, but if a child comes along then we are both responsible for our child, and what if something happens to the baby? I watched Chris with Marion and Gabriel earlier this evening, what if Gabe would have run out into the street and gotten hurt or even killed, then it's Chris's fault. I, I don't want to have a child and then make a mistake that puts our baby in the hospital. I mean, the child could die and I would feel so - guilty!" he cried, a look of fear and anguish in his eyes.
"And I wouldn't?!" she yelled, hurt mirrored in her eyes. Taking a deep breath, Amy wearily rubbed her hands over her face, "Look Matt, calm down okay. Marriage is a fifty-fifty partnership. Think about what you just said, " ' We are both responsible for our child.' " If anything happened to one of our children.."
Matt raised an eyebrow, "One of our children, how many do you want?" he asked suspiciously.
"Oh, I don't know.. we could work on that right now if you'd like," Amy suggested, a twinkle in her eye.
"Oh no, that trick is not going to work on me this time. You march into the bathroom and take that test!" Matt exclaimed, a smile threatening to curve his lips upward.
Amy nodded, smiling, relieved to see Matt visibly relax some, "Okay-Mr. Hardy."
If you would like to borrow this story, please ask me first, thanks. :)
Chapter 10: It's the Little Things We Say.. or Don't Say.
Jeff stared at her, unblinking, "For real?"
She nodded. "Well, that's great!" he exclaimed enthusiastically. He gently tugged her off the swing and wrapped her in a bear hug.
Not uttering a word, Amy hugged him back, "But what about Matt.." she trailed off as Matt strode purposefully towards them, carrying three ice cream cones.
"But what about me?" he asked, forcing a smile.
"I uh.."
"She was just asking me if Nora and I wanted to have children," Jeff supplied quickly.
"Oh," Matt replied casually, even though his voice betrayed suspicion as he glanced back and forth between the two of them.
"How about we head back?" Jeff suggested, "It's getting late anyway."
Matt nodded absent-mindedly. Waving goodbye to Chris and the twins, the trio piled into Matt and Amy's jeep and headed for home. Watching Jeff lick at his ice cream cone, Amy noticed Matt had barely licked his at red lights.
Matt glanced in the rearview mirror, noticing as Amy licked her lips in anticipation.
"Ames, would you like to have my ice cream cone?" Matt asked.
"Actually I would thanks," grabbing it from Matt's hand, Jeff looked at her in surprise at how fast she nabbed it. About to take a lick, she stopped, "Are you sure, I mean, I thought you were hungry Matt?"
"Nah, not anymore, you can have it." She looked at him strangely for a minute, like she could almost tell something was wrong. Gazing longingly at the chocolate chip ice cream, her mouth practically watered. Shrugging her shoulders, she attacked it with a vengeance.
As they pulled into the driveway, Matt held the door open for Amy, watching her with a bored look on his face, as she vigorously licked at the ice cream cone. "Jeff, would you excuse us for a second." Nervously, Jeff met Amy's startled eyes and Matt's angry ones.
"Um, sure." Scooting for the door, Jeff jingled the keys in his hand.
"Is there something you're not telling me Amy?" Matt asked sternly.
Unable to meet his eyes, Amy quietly answered, "I think I might be pregnant."
"Why were you afraid to tell me earlier?" he asked sorrowfully.
Amy looked up at him in shock, "You heard?! But why didn't you say anything?"
"Because I wanted to hear it from you. Why did you tell Jeff over me?"
"Because, you've been acting so withdrawn, pensive lately. I suspected you didn't want children."
"All you had to do was ask."
"Would you have given me a straight answer?" Amy asked pointedly.
Averting his eyes, Matt replied, "Not necessarily."
Putting her hands on her hips, she nodded, "I thought so."
"It makes no difference, I have a right to know," Matt shot back defensively. Have you taken a pregnancy test yet?"
"No, I was going to go to the store to purchase one."
"I'll drive you," he stated evenly, fishing the keys out of his back pocket.
"I'll drive myself thank you," Amy responded stiffly, her head high.
"Ames," he warned, following her around to the driver's side.
"Matt, you are starting to touch the overbearing streak inside of you and quite frankly I refuse to put up with it right now," she snapped.
He slammed his hand on the car sill, "Alright, fine!"
Winding up the car window, Amy refused to look at him as he backed away from the driver's side. Tire's screeching, Amy backed out of the drive and roared off down the street.
Matt stormed into the house, slamming the door behind him.
3 hours later:
Too tired to stay up, Jeff went to bed an over an hour ago, while Matt anxiously paced the living room floor, waiting up for Amy. Just then his head jerked up as he heard a key turn in the lock. Quietly opening the door, Amy slipped inside.
"Where have you been?! It's 9:00 o'clock!"
"I know," she responded evenly.
"Why didn't.." Breaking off his tirade of words, Matt grabbed her shoulders and pressed an intense but quick kiss to her lips. "I was worried about you," he finished huskily, pressing his forehead to hers.
Dropping her little, brown bag, she wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered, "I know."
"I'm sorry Matt for running off like that and not calling you or anything."
"And I apologize for being so domineering and mean."
"I should have told you Matt, first thing. I know I hurt you, I'm sorry."
Matt nodded. "Look," he said, stuffing his hands in his pockets, "I like children but there is something about them that scares me, intimidates me."
Amy let out a laugh, "Intimidates you? Matt, they are only children.."
"It's not a laughing matter Amy!" he cried, his jaw clenching. "Now, it's only us and to a degree we are responsible for each other, but if a child comes along then we are both responsible for our child, and what if something happens to the baby? I watched Chris with Marion and Gabriel earlier this evening, what if Gabe would have run out into the street and gotten hurt or even killed, then it's Chris's fault. I, I don't want to have a child and then make a mistake that puts our baby in the hospital. I mean, the child could die and I would feel so - guilty!" he cried, a look of fear and anguish in his eyes.
"And I wouldn't?!" she yelled, hurt mirrored in her eyes. Taking a deep breath, Amy wearily rubbed her hands over her face, "Look Matt, calm down okay. Marriage is a fifty-fifty partnership. Think about what you just said, " ' We are both responsible for our child.' " If anything happened to one of our children.."
Matt raised an eyebrow, "One of our children, how many do you want?" he asked suspiciously.
"Oh, I don't know.. we could work on that right now if you'd like," Amy suggested, a twinkle in her eye.
"Oh no, that trick is not going to work on me this time. You march into the bathroom and take that test!" Matt exclaimed, a smile threatening to curve his lips upward.
Amy nodded, smiling, relieved to see Matt visibly relax some, "Okay-Mr. Hardy."