I don't own the F4 characters, so please don't sue me. I don't own 'Friends' either.
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"What do you want a boy or a girl?" Reed and Sue were lying on the couch in front of the television watching a 'Friend's' repeat. It was the one where Rachel gave birth to her daughter, and it sparked the all too familiar 'baby talk' among the two of them.
Reed shrugged, "It doesn't matter so long as it's healthy," he told her with a smile, and affectionately stroked her stomach. For the past month the two had been trying for a baby, but so far nothing was working, but that didn't stop them from pre-planning. They had decided on her father's name if the baby was a boy, and his mother's name of the baby was a girl. For some reason Reed wasn't keen on naming the child after his own father, but Sue never pressed the subject.
"You ok?" she asked him looking concerned, "You seem tired," she observed.
"I'm fine," he assured her, kissing the top of her head.
"You went out in the middle of the night," she told him, "Where did you go?" she asked. Her reply was a shrug. "Tell me," she begged, "We're married, married people don't keep secrets from each other," she pointed out. He was still silent, so she tried guessing, "Is it work?" she asked, "I know you've been working on theories a lot lately, are you worried about cold fusion?"
Reed laughed, "No, it's not cold fusion," he replied grinning a little.
"So it is something," she observed, and his face went straight, and he looked away. "What is it Reed?" she asked, "Don't you want to be a father?" her voice came across a little weak, as if she was close to tears.
Her husband turned to face her and he saw her eyes shining with tears. "Oh Sue," he said, tightening his arms a little, "Of course I want to be a father," he said softly. "I'm just worried that I'll make a bad father," he said. "I didn't have the best relationship with mine," he confessed.
Sue released herself from her husband's arms so she could sit up and face him properly. "Of course you're going to be a great father," she told him. "I know you don't talk to him now, but that doesn't mean you'll have the same relationship with your child as you had with him." She stroked the side of his face, and moved her hand up to ruffle his hair. "You're so tense," she told him, "Remember that's what the doctor said? Stress can be a reason why we haven't conceived," she reminded him.
Before they began trying for a baby, the two had gone to the hospital to get checks to make sure their DNA alteration hadn't affected their chances of being able to start a family. All tests had come back negative, however the doctor had given them a list of reasons why maybe the process could be a little slow. They were told to relax, and try to stay stress free, although that was near impossible when you risked your life on a regular basis for a living.
"You thirsty?" Reed asked her, getting up "I'm going to get a drink."
Sue nodded, "Can you bring me back an orange juice?" she asked him, and he nodded. "And a bag of tortillas?" she gave him an innocent look.
"No problem," he smiled at her, and watched as she turned her head back to the television screen.
However, Reed didn't go to the kitchen straight away, he took a detour to his and Sue's room, something he did daily. He reached for a box under the bed and pulled out a box. Inside the box was a bunch of papers, but that's not what he was after. He riffled his hands through the papers until he found the bottle of small white pills that were hidden beneath them.
He opened the bottle, and took one out, before closing the lid tightly. He hid the bottle back under the papers, and pushed the box back under the bed. He then walked unto the kitchen, and pulled out two spoons, something else he did daily, and proceeded to crush the pill into a fine powder. He put the powder into a glass, and filled it with orange juice from the fridge, before pouring himself a coffee from the coffee maker, which was always on.
Before he left he stirred the juice, and grabbed a packet of tortillas from the above cupboard, and left the kitchen.
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