Title: Try again
A/N: In the next chapter (after this short one) I swear, the plot really picks up
Shelby sat on the living room couch, right on the edge, as the nervous wreck she currently was. Her
fingertips dug into her jeans, rocking back and forth on the fabric. The front door unlocked with a snap. She watched someone
walk into the apartment.
" What the hell are you doing here?" she screamed as Scott as soon as he came into clear
view.
He froze, thinking he was in trouble, " uh, changing?".
Shelby shook her head, " I'm sorry, you scared me".
" Be funny to see you say that to a burglar".
She followed him to the bedroom, praying that she'd stay clear of the bathroom, " so, how was
the first day?".
Scott sighed, " I thought she'd be the one begging to go home and I found myself begging to take
her home".
" It's only five hours" she said softly.
" I know, why couldn't she stay three forever?".
Shelby was going to respond, but a single bell interrupted her, so she bit her lip instead. Scott looked
towards the bathroom, " what was that?".
She panicked, " it's just the kitchen timer" and that's really what it was. When Scott walked in,
she threw her head back against the wall, " it's negative, isn't it?" she cried.
He emerged a moment later, " yeah" it only made her more fusterated.
" God dammit, this is never going to work".
For about six months, Scott and Shelby had been trying to have a baby. Though Morgan was considered
a daughter to both of them, they wanted more than one (and maybe two). No luck. Each negative test made Shelby more and
more stressed.
" Yes it will" Scott wrapped his arms around her waist, lightly kissung her head, " we'll
have a baby, it's just going to take longer. It's not like we're old and gray".
She laughed softly, " I wanted to take this one without you knowing, in case. You don't have to be
at work for another forty-five minutes" her voice was seductive, her hands moving past his waistline.
Scott reacted to her boldness, " you have everything timed, don't you?".
Shelby moved closer to his ear, " you have no idea".
While Scott wasn't late for work just yet, time was becoming tight. Shelby rested on his bare chest,
his arms around her waist. " I'm going to be late" he told her.
" I've got the slighest feeling you really want to get out of here. Are you cheating on me?"
she joked.
He sighed, " I have a confession to make, she's young and blonde".
Shelby laughed hysterically, " oh no. Does she have a good figure?".
" Oh yeah".
She stopped laughing, " do you want a boy or a girl?" it was a random question, but not rare in this
situation.
Scott looked down at her, " you're not pregnant yet".
" I know, but for when we actually are, you already have a daughter, do you want a son?".
" Not necessairly" he said, " as long as it's a healthy newborn, I don't think it should
matter".
Shelby moved onto her back, " your mom told me she knew you were a boy, right from the start, and
that she had your room painted blue, and she knew she was going to name you Scott".
He found it humorus, and well expected from his mom, " is this really an appropiate time to be
talking about her?".
" I had to know about these things eventually, and it was not very likely that you were
going to tell me any of the awkward moments from yor childhood".
" For that reason".
" You're going to be a great father, again" she told him quietly.
" I get to be there from the start".
" No surprises" Shelby added.
He laughed, nodding, " right, no surprises".
" Except the excuse you'll make up when you have to explain why you're late".
~ Yes, it is corny~
A/N: In the next chapter (after this short one) I swear, the plot really picks up
Shelby sat on the living room couch, right on the edge, as the nervous wreck she currently was. Her
fingertips dug into her jeans, rocking back and forth on the fabric. The front door unlocked with a snap. She watched someone
walk into the apartment.
" What the hell are you doing here?" she screamed as Scott as soon as he came into clear
view.
He froze, thinking he was in trouble, " uh, changing?".
Shelby shook her head, " I'm sorry, you scared me".
" Be funny to see you say that to a burglar".
She followed him to the bedroom, praying that she'd stay clear of the bathroom, " so, how was
the first day?".
Scott sighed, " I thought she'd be the one begging to go home and I found myself begging to take
her home".
" It's only five hours" she said softly.
" I know, why couldn't she stay three forever?".
Shelby was going to respond, but a single bell interrupted her, so she bit her lip instead. Scott looked
towards the bathroom, " what was that?".
She panicked, " it's just the kitchen timer" and that's really what it was. When Scott walked in,
she threw her head back against the wall, " it's negative, isn't it?" she cried.
He emerged a moment later, " yeah" it only made her more fusterated.
" God dammit, this is never going to work".
For about six months, Scott and Shelby had been trying to have a baby. Though Morgan was considered
a daughter to both of them, they wanted more than one (and maybe two). No luck. Each negative test made Shelby more and
more stressed.
" Yes it will" Scott wrapped his arms around her waist, lightly kissung her head, " we'll
have a baby, it's just going to take longer. It's not like we're old and gray".
She laughed softly, " I wanted to take this one without you knowing, in case. You don't have to be
at work for another forty-five minutes" her voice was seductive, her hands moving past his waistline.
Scott reacted to her boldness, " you have everything timed, don't you?".
Shelby moved closer to his ear, " you have no idea".
While Scott wasn't late for work just yet, time was becoming tight. Shelby rested on his bare chest,
his arms around her waist. " I'm going to be late" he told her.
" I've got the slighest feeling you really want to get out of here. Are you cheating on me?"
she joked.
He sighed, " I have a confession to make, she's young and blonde".
Shelby laughed hysterically, " oh no. Does she have a good figure?".
" Oh yeah".
She stopped laughing, " do you want a boy or a girl?" it was a random question, but not rare in this
situation.
Scott looked down at her, " you're not pregnant yet".
" I know, but for when we actually are, you already have a daughter, do you want a son?".
" Not necessairly" he said, " as long as it's a healthy newborn, I don't think it should
matter".
Shelby moved onto her back, " your mom told me she knew you were a boy, right from the start, and
that she had your room painted blue, and she knew she was going to name you Scott".
He found it humorus, and well expected from his mom, " is this really an appropiate time to be
talking about her?".
" I had to know about these things eventually, and it was not very likely that you were
going to tell me any of the awkward moments from yor childhood".
" For that reason".
" You're going to be a great father, again" she told him quietly.
" I get to be there from the start".
" No surprises" Shelby added.
He laughed, nodding, " right, no surprises".
" Except the excuse you'll make up when you have to explain why you're late".
~ Yes, it is corny~
