A/N: Lyrics belong to the awesome Megan McCauley!

Chapter Seven

Two Weeks Later

Tommy and I were official to everyone; our friends, family, and the public. The G Major crew wasn't surprised in the slightest; in fact, they all threw paper balls at us, yelling "Finally!"

We sat together in the studio working on a song. Tommy had the music done, while I had the lyrics to work on. Well, I was trying to work on them.

"Your fear, it moves me

Your weakness, I taste

I breathe you,

I hate you

You course through my veins

And now

And now

You want me, You love me

And I hate myself

I need you, but I hate you

'Cuz I want nothing else

And I bleed you

Since I've healed you

Your pain…"

Damn it! I lost the rhythm I had been working on. I knew why I lost it. I could feel Tommy behind me and it instantly got me distracted. He brushed the hair away from the back of my neck and placed a few kisses along the base of my neck. Shivers raced through me and I gasped softly. After a few more moments of bliss, my brain took over the hormones and I snapped back to the present situation.

"Tommy, noooo…um, uh…we're supposed to be working."

"So?" his mouth latched onto the skin between my neck and my shoulder.

Mmm. Damn it…."Stoppp…please?"

He laughed and obeyed me for once. I got to my feet, stretching like a cat. Then, I headed toward the door.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"To the bathroom. I've had 4 cappuccinos today and no bathroom breaks."

Tommy shook his head as I left the studio. I went into the bathroom and used the facilities. Once I was finished, I moved to the sink. I washed my hands and stared at my reflection. I looked tired and unhappy. I looked how I felt, which wasn't good. I didn't want Tommy to know that something wasn't right. But in fact, I was late.

My period was two weeks late and I had this feeling that I was pregnant. I had a doctor's appointment later. I needed to know for sure if I was late because if I was, indeed, pregnant or because of the stress from working on this album. With a sigh, I dried off my hands and left the bathroom, returning to Tommy.

A few hours later, I was at the doctors' that started with a g and ended in an yno. I had told Tommy that I was coming here, but he thought it was just one of those check-ups. Little did he know, I hated coming here and only came when I absolutely had to. I never went to those check-ups.

I know it's not very healthy, but I really hated coming here.

I sat on the table, waiting for the doctor to return. My exam was over (Yay) and I just had to wait now. I stared around the office, feeling scared, yet bored. A few minutes later, the doctor re-entered the room, instantly snapping me from my staring. She had a piece of paper attached to a clipboard (my results, gulp!) and smiled at me once the door was shut.

"Okay, Jude." She said, "We have your test results."

Though I had known that, I still gulped. It always sounds bad when a doctor comes in and says they have your results.

"So, what is it, Doctor Draven?" I asked.

"You're pregnant."

I exhaled deeply. I had been right. Sigh. Well, getting pregnant was the easy part. (Way to easy if you ask me!) But I knew the hard parts were coming. I had to tell Tommy and I had to be super careful, trying to prevent a miscarriage. I said a quick prayer and then addressed the doctor. She knew my condition and we discussed making further appointments.

I left a half an hour later. I had a few curtsey visits set up to monitor the baby's progression. I called Tommy. He was at my house, which made me relax a notch. If he had been at the studio, I would've waited to tell him. When we hung up, I pulled out of the parking lot and headed home.

I found Tommy stretched out on my bed, watching some movie. I joined him, positioning myself on top of him.

"Tommy?" I whispered in his ear.

"Mmm?"

"I have something to tell you."

"Mmm?"

"I'm pregnant."

"Mmm…"