Three whole months had passed since Doctor Doctor and Professor Professor had had their honeymoon in County Clare. So far, they'd been adjusting to married life just fine, but lately Doctor Doctor had been feeling like absolute crap. Today was no different. First, the paper instructions fell; then the pregnancy test itself fell right into the sink, then her glasses fell to her nose, completing the adage of "Bad things happen in threes."
"Dammit," she muttered. "Why did I have to drop it down there?"
She balanced on the balls of her feet as she retrieved the piece of plastic from where it'd fallen. Glasses back in place, she reeled from the sudden rising vertigo-like nausea that she'd been experiencing all week. This certainly hadn't been according to her plans, but here it was. In just a few short minutes, her life could change forever.
She leaned on the sink for support, only then remembering that she'd already misplaced the instructions. Damn it. Where the hell could she have put them? She bent down to look for the box.
"Hello, I'm home!" Doctor Doctor could hear Professor Professor calling out to her.
She heard his voice taper off while he headed off somewhere, presumably his personal laboratory. She then pushed herself up from off the sink and peered inside the garbage can. Still no instructions. Where was that damn box? She needed to buy herself some more time.
"How was work?" she asked when she heard him coming back.
"It was great," he replied. "Victor and Anita managed to stop T.H.E.M. before they could assassinate the Olympics officials over where the 2090 Winter Olympics will be taking place."
"Where exactly will the Winter Olympics be taking place?"
"Tampere, I think. They couldn't have picked a more appropriate city." Pause. "Oh, I think you left your pregnancy test box out on the floor."
Crap. He must have already figured it out.
"Oh, how did that get there?" Doctor Doctor asked while trying to feign ignorance.
"I don't know," Professor Professor replied. "Is there something you'd like to tell me?"
"Hold on a second." By this time, the color on the test had finally started to materialize. She frowned as she turned it over, attempting to remember what each sign meant. "You've got the box, right? What's two blue lines mean?"
She could hear a loud gasp. "Baby!"
"What?"
"No, baby!" He pushed through the door and held the box up high. "Baby."
He had a huge grin on his face, and before she could even ask him how he felt about this, he leapt straight into her arms and almost knocked her against the sink. Her dizziness returned in full force and she clung to him tightly enough to leave marks.
"Shit, I think I'm about to faint," Doctor Doctor said.
"Oh, crap." Professor Professor jumped down and led her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. "This way."
Once they'd made it into the bedroom, Doctor Doctor lied down on her back in an attempt to wait out the nausea.
"So..." Doctor Doctor began to speak after a while. "I guess this means I'm pregnant now. I mean, I still have to go to hospital to confirm that, but... oh God. What now?"
"Honestly, I'm not sure," Professor Professor replied. "Obviously, this is really sudden and the last thing either of us were expecting right now. Still, we got married for a reason, and that was to always ride or die."
Many phone calls and intimate moments later, Doctor Doctor and Professor Professor were wrapped up in blankets while wearing absolutely nothing underneath. Professor Professor had his face buried in her cleavage and his arms around her torso, and Doctor Doctor had her arms wrapped around his body. They were still covered in sweat, but not profusely like before.
"I still can't believe it," Doctor Doctor said after a while of doing nothing but laying there. "We're going to be parents."
"I know," Professor Professor rejoined. "I can't believe it myself."
"I don't know if I'm ready for this, Professor. What are we going to do?"
"I know what we're going to do. We're going to get through this together."
"Okay, but how? And when exactly did we conceive anyway?"
Professor Professor started working it out in his head. "Well, let's see... there was our honeymoon over at County Clare. That lasted three days, four days tops? I think we consummated our marriage our first night at the Old Ground Hotel Ennis, so that means it should be pretty obvious when this all, um... started."
Doctor Doctor was struggling to take in this revelation. The one time she forgot to take her birth control pills, and it had to be during her honeymoon. She mentally kicked herself for that. What a stupid mistake she'd made.
"Not to worry, though," Professor Professor spoke again. "We've got this."
"Da, you're right. I just hope we know what we're doing."
Oh no, not again. Doctor Doctor couldn't help but think to herself as she hurled into her bucket.
Her first trimester hadn't even ended yet, and she was already sick of having to deal with morning sickness. She hoped that it would go away soon enough, but she'd read somewhere that morning sickness sometimes stuck around for the entire pregnancy, so she couldn't be sure of anything at this point. Professor Professor wasn't too thrilled about the morning sickness, either. He preferred to sleep late on the weekends, and the sound of her rushing up from bed and everything after always woke him up.
Within a moment's notice, he was spooning her while she clutched onto her bucket.
"Are you alright?" Professor Professor asked. "You sound like me when I attended Oktoberfest that one year."
"I'm fine," Doctor Doctor replied, albeit not that convincingly. "It'll pass. It's just one of those fun pregnancy things like having to pee every ten minutes and dealing with heightened smells."
Professor Professor didn't know how he could verbally comfort her at this particular moment, so he settled with spooning her some more instead.
"You know, I could really go for a daiquiri right now," Doctor Doctor said again.
"Sorry, you can't drink while pregnant," Professor Professor had to inform her. "It's not safe."
"Come on, a little bit won't kill anyone, right?"
"Susan, no."
"Dammit. This really sucks."
"Are you at least up for breakfast?"
"I guess…" She sank further down onto the pillow. The room still felt somewhat unsteady. "I should at least try to keep something down."
"There you go." Professor Professor got off the bed and offered her his hand. "You need help getting up?"
"No, that's all right."
"I insist." Professor Professor couldn't help but fuss over her constantly now. "Now come on."
She sighed and took his hand. Soon, he got her up off the bed and he led her into the dining room where they would eat.