Word Count: 973
Summary: It's a hell of a ride!
Disclaimer: I don't own The Big Bang Theory or the characters.

He sat with me on that bathroom floor for hours.

He just showed up and without saying a word, sat down next to me, close enough for me to feel his warmth, but far enough that we weren't touching.

I didn't say a thing, and neither did him. Sometimes, though, I could hear him open his mouth to speak, closing it almost immediately. It was almost as if he was scared to say something that would make me mad.

And maybe he was scared. Scared of what I could say, of what I would answer. A part of me was scared of that too.

Eventually, in the quiet of that bathroom, a growl is heard. It was me, I haven't eaten in hours, probably even had skipped breakfast. I honestly can't remember if I even had dinner.

Leonard said nothing but got up, re-emerging a few minutes later, after practically destroying the kitchen – I could hear a revolution of pans happening there. When he showed up at the door, he carried a plate with scrambled eggs, ham, cheese and another plate with fruit. I smiled at him, and I remember him smiling back at me. He set the plate on the floor, and if this was any other moment I would've probably got up and carry the food to the living room. But this was no other moment, so I said nothing and started to eat. He sometimes took fruit from the plate, and would then rest against the cold wall.

Once I was done, I did the same.

It was only later, much later that I moved. He was sleeping, snoring softly. I was there, just looking at him. He hadn't said a word yet, but he did so much. He was supporting me, even though he didn't know why. He did, he just didn't know the entire story. And he was sleeping in a cold place, all because of her. That said a lot about the little guy.

I remember trying to reach out but being too afraid of waking him up. I didn't want to talk to him, I wasn't ready. But at the same time, all I wanted to do was talk to him. Make him feel better, even though I felt like crap. But it wasn't his fault – not entirely, at least. Although he was involved.

My hand fell against his face, and his eyes opened, and once he realized where he was, he fully woke up startled. I remember the way he was looking at me worried. I smiled, and he instantly relaxed against the wall. My hand traveled down from his face to his hand, and I held it tight.

"I'm sorry." I had whispered. He took my hand and kissed it, closed his eyes as he did so. Eventually, our hands went back to the floor and his eyes opened to meet mine. He smiled back at me, pretending not to see my tears falling from my eyes. He didn't wipe them away, he didn't let go of my hand. He just stared at me for a few moments before he finally opened his mouth and said something.

"We can do this if you want." He said that with such love for me, such adoration, so much fear all in one sentence. He was scared of my response, but I didn't say anything. My answer to him was a small smile and an awkward hug. In the position we were, on the floor, it was a weird hug to be given. But it was reassuring for both of us. At least that's what I think.

It took us a long time to get up from that floor and walk away from the bathroom. It took even longer to get where we are right now.

I never thought of myself as a mother, to be honest. I always loved children, and I knew Leonard wanted children so that he could prove to himself and to his parents – especially his mother – that he could be a good parent. I like to remind him of that every single day of our lives, even though our two smart and beautiful kids say that to the both of us every single day as well. It reassures us that we aren't doing that bad of a job.

It's even easier to be a parent when our partner is someone like my husband. Dedicated, sweet and hell of smart. He's also funny, and he might not be that confident of what he does, but he makes it look so easy. I really love that little guy.

You see, that day in the bathroom, I was freaking out about being pregnant. Leonard had found out about it, I don't even know how he just did. When he got there, he only knew that. He didn't know about my problems, the small fact that no one knew if I would be able to take the pregnancy full term. Trust me, there were a lot of bumps along the way to make our beautiful family but it was all worth it. All the consults, medication, tests, pain. All of it is worth it when you look at your amazing children when you look at your husband and he is with his fantastic smile.

If I knew life with him was this amazing with children, I would've done this sooner. And as I sit here with a pregnancy stick in my hands clearly saying it's positive – if the other four I did were no indication of it – I know I'm in for a hell of a ride. A ride that I'm willing to take, and hopefully in nine months I'll be holding another smart and beautiful baby with my husband next to me. And hopefully this time we won't forget the oldest in the house!

The End

I should've said this was after the events of that stupid S12E03. I hate that episode so much that I pretend it doesn't exist. But today I remembered it, so I decided to write something about it. It's Friday today, so if there was an episode this week, I would be posting a story about that episode. But there's no episode, not until January. So, until then, I'll be trying to post once a week, and it probably will be on Friday's. Just doing this as a heads up!

I thought of writing angst, but I just didn't want to. I've hurt this characters way too much already. They deserve some peace. The writers are enough to ruin them, and their lives! :/