A/N: Hey guys, I guess you could say I'm back. I wrote this story for college about a year ago and I thought I should post it on here.
It is a one-shot but I can make it a multi-fic if you want.
I know I have a story still not finished, I'm trying to get it finished. But I also have another 8 stories in the making 2 of them currently being betaed so fingers crossed I'll have another story for you soon.
Disclaimer - I own nothing even though I dream I do.
I held my boyfriends had as I waited for the results I so desperately wanted to know. It was only 4 short years ago I was told I would never get results of the sort. It was impossible. I couldn't get pregnant. I try to joke about it by saying I have a hostile uterus, but it didn't mean it didn't hurt me.
I only recently have begun to accept that it wasn't my destiny to carry future generations, I only managed to get on with my life with the help of my boyfriend, my saviour. We had tried for nearly a year to get pregnant but surely at 25 I shouldn't had been having problems, I could have been the stress from my job but we decided together to get it checked over. When I got those dreaded results I only left the bed myself to use the toilet. Will never left me during my raging anger and my spiralling depression. After he got home from work, he would feed me and run me a bath with salts and candles. While I lay against him in the tub as he ran his tender fingers through my hair I would never forget the words he spoke to me, 'Jennifer, I'll love you no matter what, this was never your fault.' I briefly looked up from the floor, to look into his glowing eyes. He gave my hand a reassuring squeeze and a small peck on the corner of my lips as we continued to wait.
Events over the past couple of weeks had led me to sit here today. I had a small bump on my stomach as it started to round. My stomach and I, we aren't on good terms. Every morning I would be retching over the toilet, but it would then appear again at work, or whenever I was eating really. I hadn't been enjoying it at all. The only good thing that had come of these past few week was again Will. Each morning, no matter the time, he would hold back my hair as I puked into the toilet bowl. Never once letting go. Then when I showed him the small bump, he placed his hand over my stomach saying, 'whatever is in here, good or bad, I will support you through it.'
Now sat here I glance to him feeling so lucky I found him. I can't help but shiver at the thought of ever losing him. I know I wouldn't survive without him. It was as if her read my mind as he said 'I'm not going anywhere.' He pulled my hand to his mouth giving it a light peck before wrapping his arms round me. For a moment I knew, no matter the results, I would be fine because I had my one and only by my side supporting me. I only hoped that I could give him something back, I hoped I could be the one to provide him with a child, I knew he wanted just as much as me, just to show a little bit of appreciation for the love he showed me, and to say a small thank you.
I could feel my heart literally stop in my chest as the doctor called us back into her room, Despite the fact I spent my days reading criminals facial expressions, I couldn't tell what she was about to tell us. It could be anything. I could be ill; I could be perfectly fine and have a stomach bug; I could be dying. We both sat across from her desk, my finger nails digging into my thigh anxiously, my knuckles white from squeezing Will's hand. Nothing could have prepared us for the news we were given. The doctor sat down, she looked me in the eye, and it was like time stopped, like the world's orbit just froze as those few simple words slipped from her lips.
"Congratulations, you are going to be parents."