Disclaimer: This is your standard: "I don't own 7th Heaven, but it would be nice if I did."
Summary: This is just a little fic about what could happen at the end of season 7.
A/N: Why is this chapter so short?, you might ask yourself. Well, that's because this and the next chapter (to be added soon) didn't really fit together so I split them into two smaller chapters, I would answer if such a question was asked.
(Kevin's POV)
After convincing Lucy that she should get her pregnancy test results confirmed, we slipped out of the waiting room. She wanted to set up an appointment for as soon as possible. She insisted on telling Simon we were going to the bathroom so he wouldn't be suspicious.
Once we were out in the hall, I said," Uh Luce, don't you think telling him we are going to the bathroom together is more suspicious than not saying anything?"
"Oops. I didn't think of that," she smacked her forehead lightly.
"That's okay. I don't think he really cares right now," I told her.
"You're probably right," she said.
"So, how soon do you want to do this?" I asked.
"ASAP. I don't want to sit around for days worrying about whether or not I am actually pregnant. I just want to get the test over with and get on with my life," she explained.
"Sounds to me like you're sure you aren't pregnant," I proclaimed.
"Well, that home pregnancy test said I wasn't. Those things are supposed to be about 95-99% correct," she affirmed her statement.
"And what if you are in that 1-5% that's incorrect?" I questioned her.
"What are the odds of that?" she questioned back.
"I don't know, but I'm just saying, try not to convince yourself either way. Just wait until you find out so you're not extremely disappointed whichever way it goes," I explained to her.
"Okay," she said.
"And Luce, I want you to know that whichever way it goes, I will be okay with it," I said to try and reassure her.
"Thanks Kevin," she kissed me.
She set up an appointment for the next day. I knew she didn't like it, but I wanted to be sure that she was not pregnant. Deep down inside, I hoped she was pregnant. I was ready for a child. I loved Lucy so much and I wanted to have a child with her. I knew she was unsure of whether or not she was ready, but if the home pregnancy test was wrong, I think she would be okay with it. She seemed so upset when she first told me she found out she was not pregnant.
(Lucy's POV)
I was waiting with Kevin for the results of my earlier pregnancy test. I hated needles, so I didn't like having my blood drawn, but I handled it okay. I had to wait for the bloodwork while Dad was downstairs getting ready to take Mom and Ruthie home. Both of them were ready to get out of the hospital, not that I could blame them. I didn't care much for hospitals. Kevin was gently squeezing my hand and seemed to be lost in deep thought.
"Mrs. Kinkirk?" a nurse called out.
"Yes, that's me," I jumped up.
"Come with me," she said.
"Do you want me to come?" Kevin asked.
"No," I said, so that I could tell him the news myself later.
The nurse took me into a private room and said," We just received the results of your pregnancy test and you are pregnant."
My head began to spin. I was pregnant. While earlier, I was upset about the fact that I might be pregnant, now that I actually was, I was actually happy.
"Now it's too early to tell the gender of the baby, but you should see an obstetrician about prenatal care," she explained as she handed me a stack of pamphlets about pregnancy.
"What's my due date?" I inquired.
"Do you know when the contraception was?" she asked.
"About a 10 days ago," I replied.
"Then your due date should be mid-February," she said," you can find out an exact date from your obstetrician."
"Okay, thanks," I said.
I walked back to Kevin in a daze. When he saw me coming he jumped up,"Well, are you?"
"Yes. Kevin I'm pregnant," I told him.
"That's great," he said sweeping me up into his arms.
"I need to set up prenatal care with an obstetrician. I have a bunch of pamphlets and doctor named," I explained.
"We can do that as soon as we get home," he smiled at me.
I smiled and rested my head on my stomach. So there was a little baby now forming inside of me.
A/N: How is Peter? Will he be paralyzed or not? And- in this chapter there was information about pregnancy that I researched online, so please don't yell at me if it's wrong because I have never been pregnant since I'm only 17.
Summary: This is just a little fic about what could happen at the end of season 7.
A/N: Why is this chapter so short?, you might ask yourself. Well, that's because this and the next chapter (to be added soon) didn't really fit together so I split them into two smaller chapters, I would answer if such a question was asked.
(Kevin's POV)
After convincing Lucy that she should get her pregnancy test results confirmed, we slipped out of the waiting room. She wanted to set up an appointment for as soon as possible. She insisted on telling Simon we were going to the bathroom so he wouldn't be suspicious.
Once we were out in the hall, I said," Uh Luce, don't you think telling him we are going to the bathroom together is more suspicious than not saying anything?"
"Oops. I didn't think of that," she smacked her forehead lightly.
"That's okay. I don't think he really cares right now," I told her.
"You're probably right," she said.
"So, how soon do you want to do this?" I asked.
"ASAP. I don't want to sit around for days worrying about whether or not I am actually pregnant. I just want to get the test over with and get on with my life," she explained.
"Sounds to me like you're sure you aren't pregnant," I proclaimed.
"Well, that home pregnancy test said I wasn't. Those things are supposed to be about 95-99% correct," she affirmed her statement.
"And what if you are in that 1-5% that's incorrect?" I questioned her.
"What are the odds of that?" she questioned back.
"I don't know, but I'm just saying, try not to convince yourself either way. Just wait until you find out so you're not extremely disappointed whichever way it goes," I explained to her.
"Okay," she said.
"And Luce, I want you to know that whichever way it goes, I will be okay with it," I said to try and reassure her.
"Thanks Kevin," she kissed me.
She set up an appointment for the next day. I knew she didn't like it, but I wanted to be sure that she was not pregnant. Deep down inside, I hoped she was pregnant. I was ready for a child. I loved Lucy so much and I wanted to have a child with her. I knew she was unsure of whether or not she was ready, but if the home pregnancy test was wrong, I think she would be okay with it. She seemed so upset when she first told me she found out she was not pregnant.
(Lucy's POV)
I was waiting with Kevin for the results of my earlier pregnancy test. I hated needles, so I didn't like having my blood drawn, but I handled it okay. I had to wait for the bloodwork while Dad was downstairs getting ready to take Mom and Ruthie home. Both of them were ready to get out of the hospital, not that I could blame them. I didn't care much for hospitals. Kevin was gently squeezing my hand and seemed to be lost in deep thought.
"Mrs. Kinkirk?" a nurse called out.
"Yes, that's me," I jumped up.
"Come with me," she said.
"Do you want me to come?" Kevin asked.
"No," I said, so that I could tell him the news myself later.
The nurse took me into a private room and said," We just received the results of your pregnancy test and you are pregnant."
My head began to spin. I was pregnant. While earlier, I was upset about the fact that I might be pregnant, now that I actually was, I was actually happy.
"Now it's too early to tell the gender of the baby, but you should see an obstetrician about prenatal care," she explained as she handed me a stack of pamphlets about pregnancy.
"What's my due date?" I inquired.
"Do you know when the contraception was?" she asked.
"About a 10 days ago," I replied.
"Then your due date should be mid-February," she said," you can find out an exact date from your obstetrician."
"Okay, thanks," I said.
I walked back to Kevin in a daze. When he saw me coming he jumped up,"Well, are you?"
"Yes. Kevin I'm pregnant," I told him.
"That's great," he said sweeping me up into his arms.
"I need to set up prenatal care with an obstetrician. I have a bunch of pamphlets and doctor named," I explained.
"We can do that as soon as we get home," he smiled at me.
I smiled and rested my head on my stomach. So there was a little baby now forming inside of me.
A/N: How is Peter? Will he be paralyzed or not? And- in this chapter there was information about pregnancy that I researched online, so please don't yell at me if it's wrong because I have never been pregnant since I'm only 17.