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Kirsten stared at the stick in her hand in disbelief. Pregnant? She couldn't be pregnant. She just couldn't. She and Sandy had only just said that they loved each other. Okay, so maybe that had been over two months before, but still, they had only been dating for five months. Five months! It wasn't like they were engaged or anything. She didn't even think that Sandy was even thinking about getting engaged.
Maybe he was. Maybe this would be okay. She sunk down to the toilet and buried her head in her hands. She knew that she would have this baby no matter what though. She wasn't seventeen anymore and facing this decision. Things were different this time. Her father still didn't know about her trip to the clinic in Los Angeles. Hell, neither did Jimmy. She had gone by herself and taken care of it.
Kirsten shook her head. She couldn't think about that now. She had to worry about this pregnancy. What was Sandy going to say? She would have to break it to him soon; he had already mentioned twice that she should see a doctor about the throwing up that she had done that week. She had chosen not to mention the fact that she had nearly passed out several times either. From their five months together, Sandy had already become extremely overprotective of her. It was sweet actually, considering that she had never had that with a boyfriend. Not that Jimmy didn't care about her; it was just that he was basically oblivious to all things. Including her.
She heard her front door open and shut and Sandy's voice call out her name.
"Kirsten?" She wiped her eyes and stood from her perch on the toilet and walked out into the living room.
"Hey," she forced a smile and gave him a hug. "How was your test?" He had left the safety of her apartment to take a midterm, and she had used that time to run to the drug store and take the pregnancy test.
The positive pregnancy test.
"It went good," he grinned at her and this time when she smiled back, it was a real smile. His grins were contagious. "I think I aced it. Thanks to my amazing study buddy." The previous night she had sat up with him into the wee hours of the morning running flash cards. They had countless cups of coffee as he tried to remember facts for his American law class.
"That's great," she said leaning forward and kissing him.
Sandy fingered the box that was in his pocket. The box that had been in his pocket for the past few weeks. He was going to propose to her. All he was waiting for was the perfect moment. He wanted everything to be perfect for her. She deserved it.
"Want to go to dinner and celebrate?" Sandy asked. Kirsten's eyes lit up and she nodded.
"That's a great idea," she said excitedly.
"Go get dressed," he said and she gave him one more kiss before hurrying off to her bedroom. For a few moments as she got ready, her mind was on something other than the pregnancy and how she would tell Sandy. Maybe she would do it at dinner that night.
No, who was she kidding. She should do it in private so that he wouldn't freak out in public. Besides, what way is that to tell him that she was pregnant? Pass me the breadsticks, and by the way I'm pregnant. Not very appropriate. She pulled on a black dress and finished getting ready and found him in the living room reading a book. He had started to keep some clothes there, and while she had been in the bathroom he had changed into his only suit and only tie.
"You ready?" He asked offering his arm to her.
"Yes," she grabbed her purse and he helped her with her jacket and they left the apartment and headed to the little Italian place that she loved. For once she was thankful that she was still underage, because that became her excuse for not drinking the bottle of wine that Sandy had gotten. It caused him to raise his eyebrows slightly though, because that had never stopped her before.
"Kirsten," he started. He took a deep breath and pulled the box out of his pockets. This was it. Now or never. He summoned the courage that he needed and offered her a shaky smile. "I can't tell you how many times a day I am reminded of how lucky I am to have met you that first night. I love you. You have made everything in my life ten times better. I feel a little cheesy, but you have that effect on me. You have this way of lighting up a room when you smile, and making things better just by being there, and you make me happier than I ever thought that I could be. And I want to make you that happy too. What I'm trying to say is…I brought you here tonight because….I just wanted to know…I wanted to see….Will you marry me?" Kirsten was speechless for a few moments trying to stop her head from spinning. He wanted to marry her.
"Oh Sandy," she breathed looking the ring.
"Is that a good 'oh Sandy', or is it a 'look-what-you've-done-now oh Sandy'?" He asked trying to read the expression on her face.
"It's a good oh Sandy," she assured him taking his hand. "It's a very good oh Sandy." He allowed a small smile to grace his lips.
"Does that mean that…is that a yes?"
"It's a yes," she nodded, tears starting to roll down her face. He leaned forward and kissed her lips.
"Oh thank God," he grinned at her. "I don't know how I would have handled you saying no." She placed a hand on his cheek. "How about some wine to celebrate?" Suddenly she was brought back to her current problem. She couldn't tell him now. She didn't want anything to ruin this moment. This perfect, perfect moment. She would tell him later. He had already raised his hand to call the waiter over and told him to bring a bottle of wine to the table. She accepted the glass and brought it to her lips, but didn't drink. She just watched Sandy happily down his glass as he held onto her hand.
Yes, later she would drop the bombshell on him. Not now. Now she was going to live in the moment and enjoy her engagement to the best man she had ever met.
A week later, she was forced into admitting that she was pregnant. They had been moving his things into her apartment, deciding that he was over there all the time anyway, and there was no need to keep separate apartments. Although neither told their parents this. They were having enough trouble digesting the fact that two were engaged. Her father had nearly hit the roof when he found out. Her mother, however, had gushed.
"Oh Kirsten! Oh honey! Do you want a small ceremony or a big one? How much family does he have? Are you going to wait to get married or do you want to get married quickly?" Quickly, as quick as possible, Kirsten thought, but she just told her mother that they were thinking a small ceremony and soon. "Oh honey, you're going to look so beautiful. Oh Kirsten!"
"You don't think we're moving too fast?" Kirsten asked.
"Not at all," her mother assured her. "Your father and I got married after only a few months. When it's right, you know that it's right. There's no need to wait when you know that he's the one." Kirsten wished that she was in Newport right then so that she could throw her arms around her mother and thank her for being so wonderful.
Sandy's conversation with his own mother had gone slightly different than Kirsten's.
"Ma, sit down. Are you sitting down?" Sophie Cohen obliged her eldest son and took a seat at the kitchen table, clutching the phone in her hand.
"What is it?" She feared death, she feared disease. Sandy sounded so serious when he had said that he needed to talk to her.
"I've asked Kirsten to marry me and she said yes," Sandy said. Sophie could practically hear his grin through the phone. So it was worse than death and disease. He was getting married to that girl. That spoiled, blonde girl from California. After everything she had tried to teach him and drill into his head, he ends up proposing to Malibu Barbie.
"Oh." That was all that Sophie could force out. He wanted her to be happy for her. For them. If only she would get to know Kirsten she would see how wonderful she really was.
"She's amazing Ma, really amazing. She's so smart and funny and wonderful," Sandy paused for a minute. "Will you please come to the wedding?"
"Will it be there?" She asked after a beat.
"Yes," he said. "Kirsten and her mother are already starting to plan it."
"I just don't think I can afford to fly out there," his mother said. "Or take the time off to do it." Sandy closed his eyes and his heart broke. He felt Kirsten's small hand gently on his shoulder and he leaned back into her.
"Not even for your son's wedding?" He asked. Sophie knew that she had hurt her son's feelings, and knew that he loved this girl no matter what she said or did.
"I'll see what I can do," she offered and Sandy's smiled a little bit.
"Thanks Ma," he said.
So they were moving him into her apartment, but avoiding that conversation with their parents. Trish and Sandy's best friend Pete were there helping them move the boxes and Kirsten was avoiding heavy lifting by volunteering to start putting things away. She was in the middle of placing dishes in the cupboard when she felt a wave of dizziness pass over her. She gripped the counter, and heard Sandy's voice ask her if she was okay as she dropped the plate that she was holding and crumbled to the floor.
Sandy caught her right before she hit and scooped her in his arms.
"Is she okay?" Trish asked, her voice tight. Pete came in holding the last of the boxes and quizzically looked from Trish to Sandy holding Kirsten's limp body in his arms. Sandy ignored the question and carried her into the bedroom and laid her gently on the bed.
"Kirsten?" He asked his voice full of fear and panic. "Honey? Kirsten?"
"Should we call 911?" Pete asked coming in with Trish into the bedroom. Sandy ran a hand over her face and felt a rush of relief when she blinked open her eyes and focused on his face hovering over hers.
"No," Sandy answered finally. "Can you get her a glass of water though?" Trish ran out the room to the kitchen and Pete followed allowing Sandy to be alone with her. "Are you okay?" He had worry clearly etched across his face and Kirsten nodded as she tried to sit up.
"I'm fine," she assured him.
"Easy," he said helping her into the sitting position as Trish came back with the water. He handed it to her and she sipped it gratefully.
"I'm going to go clean up the dish," Trish said. Sandy nodded and thanked her as she slipped from the room.
"I'm okay, really," Kirsten said.
"I think that you should see a doctor," Sandy said. "You're still throwing up and now this, I think that something may be wrong." He frowned and shook the thought from his head. Nothing could be wrong. Not with her, it just wouldn't be fair.
"I did see a doctor," she finally admitted.
"You did? Are you okay?" She looked up and met his eye for the first time.
"I'm okay," she said. "I'm pregnant." It took a minute, but Sandy's face dropped in shock.
"Are you serious?" He asked. She nodded.
"I wanted to tell you, I've been waiting for time to tell you, but…" She looked at him. "Please say something."
"I'm happy?"
"Is that a question? Because Sandy, I know that this is sudden and we've only gotten engaged and we really haven't known each other all that long and I…."
"I'm happy," he said again, only this time more forcefully and she wanted to believe him.
"Are you?"
"Oh honey," he said hugging her close to him. "A baby. We're going to have a baby. We're going to be parents." Kirsten breathed out a sigh of relief and hugged him back. "Did you see a doctor yet?"
"I did."
"How far along are you?"
"Eight weeks."
"Eight weeks ago we were in New York," Sandy said doing the math in his head. She nodded slowly. She could pinpoint the exact place and time, when they had forgotten protection because they had other things on their minds. It was after he had said that he loved her and she had returned the sentiments. He leaned forward and kissed her again.
"We should move up the ceremony so that you won't be showing," he said. Kirsten nodded, that had been her true reason for getting a move on the wedding plans. They would have to call her parents and his mother soon and tell them the news. They decided that they would wait a week and tell them that they had just found out so that there was sufficient time between the announcement of the engagement and the announcement of the pregnancy. She didn't want her father especially to think that Sandy was marrying her because of the pregnancy, or vice versus, she knew that if he thought that then he would hold it over Sandy's head. She only married you because of the situation that she was in, he would say.
They were so wrapped up in themselves that they forgot about Pete and Trish in the next room. Trish finally knocked gently on the door and came in to find Sandy holding Kirsten on the bed, streaks of tears on both their faces.
"Are you guys okay?" She asked.
"We're great," Sandy said smiling and kissing the top of Kirsten's head.
"Okay," Trish said uncertainly. "Well, Pete and I are going to take off. He's going to take me to dinner." She grinned and winked at Kirsten who laughed a little.
"My maid of honor and your best man," she said to Sandy. "Who would have thought?" Sandy just laughed and kissed her again. He just couldn't stop smiling.
Okay, please review again! The next chapter will be their wedding, but only if you guys are still interested in it. Please review and let me know if I should keep going. Thanks!