A/N - I just wrote the ending to this fic! Of course, this isn't it...I have to get from here to the ending I wrote, but I am hoping do that soon!! Reviews should help...=) Thanks! =) BTW - Sorry, but I had to use Cute Boy God again, couldn't help myself.
Two days later, Joan sat outside the clinic, waiting for Adam to meet her for her ultrasound appointment. He was seven minutes late, and she was beginning to get ticked. She checked her watch another time, and sighed impatiently, cursing under her breath.
"You go from one extreme to the next, you know?" a voice said behind her.
Joan shifted on the bench, and found herself looking at Cute Boy God.
"First you're singing praises for having a guy like Adam, and then the guy's a few minutes late and you're cursing him? What ever happened to being so grateful for any guy at all?"
He smiled at her, and sat down on the bench.
"What ever happened to my maternity leave?" Joan shot back, folding her arms over her pauchy belly.
God knitted His brows.
"You go from giving me nothing to do to giving me this new mission," Joan continued.
"What mission?" God asked innocently.
Joan rolled her eyes.
"Making friends with Avery?" she said. "Ringing any bells?"
"Since when is making a friend a mission from God?" the cute boy asked.
"Since God set it up so I would," Joan retorted.
"Hey, I didn't, your mom did, remember?"
"Everything happens for a reason," Joan commented dryly.
God smiled proudly.
"Hey, you've been taking notes," He said, aiming a finger pistol at her.
"Speaking of notes, remind me to get some Post-Its for Adam so he won't forget these appointments anymore!" Joan sighed.
God clapped Joan on the shoulder.
"So is everything all right with your parents?" He asked.
"Is that a rhetorical question?" Joan asked. "Because I'm assuming you already know."
"I was just curious to see how you felt about it," God shrugged.
Joan shifted herself, and turned to face God.
"Well, there's a helluva lot, no pun intended, that I'm curious about, too. Like how Avery ended up with such a shithead for her baby's father?" Joan quipped.
God smiled.
"Ah, trying to negotiate with God, how I've missed this," He replied.
"But this isn't fair! You haven't even given me any hints yet!" Joan whined.
"Joan, Avery has free will, I don't mess with that," God said, ever-patient.
"But everything is supposed to happen for a reason," Joan pressed. "What
reason could there be for Avery having to take care of a baby all by herself?"
"That's for me to know and you to find out," God said, getting to His feet. "Take care of yourself, Joan. See ya around."
"I can't believe you didn't want to find out if it was a boy or a girl!" Joan huffed as the two left the clinic an hour later. "The doctor totally could've told us."
"It's better this way. I love surprises," Adam said. "And besides, he could've told just you."
Joan rolled her eyes at him.
"And I wouldn't have told you?"
Adam grinned. "Yeah, I guess you would've, huh?"
Joan smiled back. "You know me so well."
They stopped on the leave-cluttered sidewalk, and Adam pulled Joan close to him at the hips.
"Carnally," he replied playfully.
February
"I swear, this is how people spontaneously combust," Avery breathed, wedging herself out of the desk next to Joan.
"Well, you're like, what, eight days away from your due date? Shouldn't you be out of school by now?" Joan asked, un-wedging herself from her own desk. She was due in a month, and her belly was reaching maximum capacity.
"Nah," Avery replied, tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder. "I don't want to become a statistic, you know."
The two girls laughed as they filed out into the hall, but Joan soon found herself laughing alone.
"Ave-"
Joan stopped her question as she found Avery staring at Matthew Friedman, who stood at a locker, talking to Luke. Luke hadn't yet been able to figure out that his neurotic friend was a father-to-be. Sometimes smart kids were so stupid.
"Avery, are you all right?" Joan asked, touching her shoulder.
Avery nodded.
"I just...I thought that maybe, once I started really showing, and if I stuck around so he'd have to look at me, then maybe it would make him..." Avery's voice trailed off. "I don't know. Never mind."
Joan hated to see poor, beautiful, wonderful Avery pine after such a puke. But then again, Avery's family hadn't ever told her she was anything extraordinary. Her own dad had split when she was four, and her mom was a total workaholic at some company, who was pretty much entirely ashamed of her daughter.
"So have you thought of any names yet?" Joan asked as they approached their own lockers.
Avery knew she was having a girl, she didn't have anyone to argue with about whether or not to find out the gender. She was happy to be having a girl...a boy would've needed a dad more than a girl.
"Well, I've thought of lots...just none seem to fit right with Hilgard," she said sadly. (Hilgard was Avery's last name). "But they all sound so cute with-"
"Don't say it, hon," Joan begged. "Just don't. I know you're sick of my pep talks, but you really aren't with him for a reason."
"Joan, you're so funny," Avery remarked. "Thinking that everything happens for a reason."
Joan just smiled. She didn't just *think* that everything happened for a reason. She knew it. Now if only the one who'd tipped her off to this knowledge would hurry up and reveal what Avery's reason was.
Two days later, Joan sat outside the clinic, waiting for Adam to meet her for her ultrasound appointment. He was seven minutes late, and she was beginning to get ticked. She checked her watch another time, and sighed impatiently, cursing under her breath.
"You go from one extreme to the next, you know?" a voice said behind her.
Joan shifted on the bench, and found herself looking at Cute Boy God.
"First you're singing praises for having a guy like Adam, and then the guy's a few minutes late and you're cursing him? What ever happened to being so grateful for any guy at all?"
He smiled at her, and sat down on the bench.
"What ever happened to my maternity leave?" Joan shot back, folding her arms over her pauchy belly.
God knitted His brows.
"You go from giving me nothing to do to giving me this new mission," Joan continued.
"What mission?" God asked innocently.
Joan rolled her eyes.
"Making friends with Avery?" she said. "Ringing any bells?"
"Since when is making a friend a mission from God?" the cute boy asked.
"Since God set it up so I would," Joan retorted.
"Hey, I didn't, your mom did, remember?"
"Everything happens for a reason," Joan commented dryly.
God smiled proudly.
"Hey, you've been taking notes," He said, aiming a finger pistol at her.
"Speaking of notes, remind me to get some Post-Its for Adam so he won't forget these appointments anymore!" Joan sighed.
God clapped Joan on the shoulder.
"So is everything all right with your parents?" He asked.
"Is that a rhetorical question?" Joan asked. "Because I'm assuming you already know."
"I was just curious to see how you felt about it," God shrugged.
Joan shifted herself, and turned to face God.
"Well, there's a helluva lot, no pun intended, that I'm curious about, too. Like how Avery ended up with such a shithead for her baby's father?" Joan quipped.
God smiled.
"Ah, trying to negotiate with God, how I've missed this," He replied.
"But this isn't fair! You haven't even given me any hints yet!" Joan whined.
"Joan, Avery has free will, I don't mess with that," God said, ever-patient.
"But everything is supposed to happen for a reason," Joan pressed. "What
reason could there be for Avery having to take care of a baby all by herself?"
"That's for me to know and you to find out," God said, getting to His feet. "Take care of yourself, Joan. See ya around."
"I can't believe you didn't want to find out if it was a boy or a girl!" Joan huffed as the two left the clinic an hour later. "The doctor totally could've told us."
"It's better this way. I love surprises," Adam said. "And besides, he could've told just you."
Joan rolled her eyes at him.
"And I wouldn't have told you?"
Adam grinned. "Yeah, I guess you would've, huh?"
Joan smiled back. "You know me so well."
They stopped on the leave-cluttered sidewalk, and Adam pulled Joan close to him at the hips.
"Carnally," he replied playfully.
February
"I swear, this is how people spontaneously combust," Avery breathed, wedging herself out of the desk next to Joan.
"Well, you're like, what, eight days away from your due date? Shouldn't you be out of school by now?" Joan asked, un-wedging herself from her own desk. She was due in a month, and her belly was reaching maximum capacity.
"Nah," Avery replied, tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder. "I don't want to become a statistic, you know."
The two girls laughed as they filed out into the hall, but Joan soon found herself laughing alone.
"Ave-"
Joan stopped her question as she found Avery staring at Matthew Friedman, who stood at a locker, talking to Luke. Luke hadn't yet been able to figure out that his neurotic friend was a father-to-be. Sometimes smart kids were so stupid.
"Avery, are you all right?" Joan asked, touching her shoulder.
Avery nodded.
"I just...I thought that maybe, once I started really showing, and if I stuck around so he'd have to look at me, then maybe it would make him..." Avery's voice trailed off. "I don't know. Never mind."
Joan hated to see poor, beautiful, wonderful Avery pine after such a puke. But then again, Avery's family hadn't ever told her she was anything extraordinary. Her own dad had split when she was four, and her mom was a total workaholic at some company, who was pretty much entirely ashamed of her daughter.
"So have you thought of any names yet?" Joan asked as they approached their own lockers.
Avery knew she was having a girl, she didn't have anyone to argue with about whether or not to find out the gender. She was happy to be having a girl...a boy would've needed a dad more than a girl.
"Well, I've thought of lots...just none seem to fit right with Hilgard," she said sadly. (Hilgard was Avery's last name). "But they all sound so cute with-"
"Don't say it, hon," Joan begged. "Just don't. I know you're sick of my pep talks, but you really aren't with him for a reason."
"Joan, you're so funny," Avery remarked. "Thinking that everything happens for a reason."
Joan just smiled. She didn't just *think* that everything happened for a reason. She knew it. Now if only the one who'd tipped her off to this knowledge would hurry up and reveal what Avery's reason was.