He took her hand in his on the way there and didn't let go once they were in the waiting room. His thumb absentmindedly smoothed over the back of her hand, as they stared at the painfully boring shade of beige on the walls.
He tried telling her that things would be okay either way, and they would figure something out, if for whatever reason, things didn't go as planned. But her hands still had a slight tremble.
He'd never been to a fertility clinic before, but he decided within the first few minutes of being in the intimidatingly minimalistic room, that it wasn't the happiest place he'd been.
"It looks like a hospital," Virginia said, breaking the tension and making him smirk.
The walls were mostly bare, and the only other piece of furniture in the room besides the chairs, the few people were seated in, was the desk and the secretary's chair. Grumpy old men sat with their whiney wives, bickering back and forth under their breath, unaware that everyone within a three foot radius could hear. Then again, maybe they didn't care. It looked like they'd been coming here for quite a while, it was more than likely that had given up and were used to the routine of coming in.
Andy let out a deep sigh, and held Virginia's hand a little tighter. He kept reminding himself of the conversation they'd had before they left home. This was only a check-up, to see if it was physically possible for them to conceive, and then they would go from there.
The longer they sat in the waiting room, the more Andy vegan to hope they wouldn't have to return.
Nearly half an hour later, two nurses greeted them, and lead them into separate rooms for their examining. After a kiss on the cheek, they parted ways. The nurse explained that the results would be in within a few weeks, and they would be notified over the phone. After that, it'd be in their hands.
"I guess that wasn't so bad. How are you feeling?" He asked, one hand on the wheel and the other resting on her lap.
"Nervous." She fiddled with the strap of her purse, trying to stay positive.
He chuckled, "You're always nervous."
He pulled into a parking lot and slowed to a stop. Virginia looked around the parking lot, confused.
"Where are we?" She said, gripping the strap of her purse, and looking out the window.
"I'm taking you to dinner. If that's alright?"
He held her hand on the way in, and told the maître d' they'd be needing a table for two.
They took their seats at table off in the corner, and talked about work until their food came. Per usual, Virginia ordered a chicken salad, while Andy got his vegetarian pasta.
She reached across to his plate and stole a roasted pepper, like she often did, making him smile without saying a word.
She'd gotten better with eating in public. They still sat in the corner, and she preferred it not be busy, but she found herself not caring as much, now that she was with Andy.
He knew that she would be nervous after the trip to the clinic, and so he wanted to do something for her that would help her relax before going home, where hopefully the stress relieving would continue in the bedroom.
One hand was holding her fork and the other was under the table, probably either fidgeting with the cardigan she was wearing, or twisting her grandmother's ring around her finger. Small things like that, Andy had picked up on over time. She wasn't an overly verbal person when it came to emoting, especially with her anxiety. He became reliant on small signs like her fidgeting to show her emotions. Usually when they were at home the fidgeting stopped.
He looked up from his meal and noticed that her salad had nearly gone untouched. Her eyes were staring down at the table, and she was motionless.
Andy tilted his head, trying to get her attention. "Hey, you alright?"
She nodded her head like she was alright, but she was acting otherwise. He let it go, hoping it would subside and eventually she would start talking again. The way she was picking at her salad, he could tell something was wrong. She'd shown no signs of increased stress on the way there. What had gone wrong?
The waiter came to check on them a short time later, and Andy asked for the bill. It was then, when he turned his head back to the table, Virginia had dropped her fork and was staring straight across the room. Her eyes were alert and he could almost feel her quickened breathing, like it was his own.
Andy looked over his shoulder, at a man coming toward them from across the room. Did she know him?
"No way! Virginia, is that you!?"
The man spoke with confidence, his nose in the air as if he owned the floor he was walking across. Meanwhile, Virginia appeared to have frozen in her seat. She had spent all dinner praying to a God she didn't believe in that this wouldn't happen.
Andy watched as the man came right up to their table, with a younger brunette in tow. He stopped at their table, but neither of them moved. In fact, Virginia hadn't moved at all since the man had started toward them. He didn't appear harmful; arrogant was possible, from the way he spoke and how he'd strolled over to their table with a woman beside him like she was his lap dog.
"How have you been the past twenty years?"
She swallowed hard, and replied. "Fine."
Her words were shaky, and Andy could see her hands trembling from across the table.
The man turned to a confused Andy. "So sorry, name's Callum, Callum Bomans. You must be Mister Dixon."
He held out his hand, which Andy shook, still in wonderment. Before he could respond, Virginia cut in. "Yes. This is Andrew. Andrew Flynn."
Her voice was monotone; It made Andy wonder why she was suddenly so nervous around this man, who seemed to be harmless. And why had she just lied about them being married? It wasn't that Andy rejected the thought, but why lie?
"Well, aren't you a lucky man? Virginia and I go way back, don't we?"
The corner of her mouth twisted, and it was hardly a smile. She clearly felt uneasy.
Callum introduced the woman beside him next as his girlfriend. She was a surgeon as well. Virginia must have met him in college or during residency, Andy figured.
He started rambling on about owning his own practise, and all the charity work he's been doing, all the while Virginia's eyes wandered the room.
After what felt like centuries, the table finally went quiet. Andy looked over at Virginia who was staring at the floor. "Well, it was nice meeting you," Andy offered as bate.
Thankfully he took it and said goodbye as they both shuffled off toward the door. Virginia let out a long sigh once they were out of sight.
Andy waited a few minutes after, to give Virginia a change to explain what exactly just happened. "So… Who was that?"
She wiped the corners of her mouth with the napkin. "No one. An old friend." She took out a few bills and set them on the table. "Are you ready to go?"
She was already reaching behind the chair for her purse, before Andy could fish his wallet out of his pocket. "Virginia you don't have to pay."
But she was already on her feet. "It's fine. Can we just go home? Please?"
He followed her quietly out to the car and once they'd approached the passenger side, he held out his hand to stop the door from opening. "Virginia. Are you sure you're okay? You didn't seem fine."
She rolled her eyes and reached for the door again. "Andy, I'm fine. Just some memories from the past."
She slid into her seat, and he shut the door behind her, before getting in on his side and pulling out of the parking lot.
Dinner hadn't gone exactly as planned, but he still had high hopes for the rest of the evening.
_1 Month Later_
"Do you really think it looks alright?"
Virginia stood in front of the mirror in their bedroom, trying on a series of dresses. One of which, Andy had taken a particular liking to. It was a royal blue dress, with a plunging neckline and fit just above the knee.
She wasn't used to wearing dresses like this, and usually when she did, it was Kate's idea. She wasn't used to having a male's opinion on her fashion choices.
"I think you look beautiful in blue."
He came up behind her, unable to resist her any longer. His arms wrapped around her waist, as he rested his chin on her shoulder to admire her in the mirror.
"But is it too much?"
"M-mm." Came his response, as he placed kisses down her shoulder. "I think it's just enough."
She was invited to one of the other attending's dinner parties again this year, and this time she decided to go. But she wouldn't be alone this year, she had Andy. Plus it was an opportunity to see him in a three piece, and that was something she simply couldn't say no to.
"It doesn't fit the same way it used to."
Her hands smoothed down the front, as she sucked in her middle.
"I think it fits nicely."
His hands had found their way to her ass, and she squealed when he grabbed a handful.
"Okay, enough of this." She swatted his hand away, "Time for bed."
She turned and walked back out of the closet, unzipping the back, teasingly. She stilled had loads of time until the party, and she'd probably change her mind.
_ Three Weeks Later _
Virginia had laid down the ground rules that once their relationship had started to heat up, there would be no intimacy of any sort at work. It was best for her, to stay on track, not be distracted and separate her work life from her home. So whenever Andy would meet her at the hospital for lunch, or pick her up after a shift, there would be no funny business until they go home.
All of that had gone out the window, after more than one occasion in a closet, the break room, in her office, a hospital bed and even a washroom. It probably started with something innocent, like a kiss or stroke of the cheek, but it escalated pretty quickly from that.
Virginia wished she could show remorse, or even be ashamed, but she wasn't and she knew it wouldn't be the end of it. It very well could be the beginning.
She was starting to gain weight day by day, when it had never been an issue for her before. Her shoes didn't fit, and half the time she couldn't bother to wear heels. She was wearing more pant suits and less dresses, because she was afraid that it would show. Until one morning, she decided that she would have to stop lying to herself, and face the facts. Virginia was pregnant, and her and Andy were having a baby.
She was happy at first, then nervous, then terrified. Of course she was happy; She wanted this so badly recently, but there were so many things she had avoided considering.
She wanted to tell Andy desperately, knowing how much he'd want to know, but she wanted to keep it a surprise. She needed a better way of telling him, and she needed to be certain before just telling him out of the blue without any occassion. She needed to tell him before it started becoming obvious, and soon enough that she could make her first doctor's appointment.
She decided that she would go to the pharmacy before work, and pick up a few pregnancy tests. They needed to be sure, before they got too excited. Yes, she was a doctor and she knew all the tell-tale signs very well, but she also knew better to double check before assuming. She knew tons of people at the hospital that would be willing to take a blood test, but she'd like to avoid other people knowing before the father.
Virginia laid down beside Andy, who was still half asleep in bed, and traced the bridge of his nose with her finger. He wiggled his nose a few times, making her smile before slowing cracking one eye open and closing it again. "Five more minutes."
She giggled, and placed a kiss on his cheekbone. "I'm not here to wake you up. I'm saying good morning."
His eyes squinted open. "Good morning, Virginia," and then he closed them again.
She sat up, straddling him, levelling her face down to his. "I said, good morning, Andrew," she purred.
Each word was filled with temptation; a newer tone of voice which he had learned to love.
She had an intriguing grin on her face when he finally gave up, and pried his eyes open.
"You're being playful this morning," he was struggling to hold back a grin.
He looked over at the clock on the bedside table and back at her. "Do you have time for this?" he asked.
"I can always make time."
Before she could make a move, he flipped her on to her back, switching their position, making her squeal. Her nails dug into the muscle of his shoulder, but he was busy focused on her neck… then her collarbone. His mouth continued farther down, as her whimpers grew to outright cries of mercy. He always took care of her before himself, but this morning was different. The sheets were damp before his boxers had come off.
His mouth hadn't been on her nearly half as long as usual, when an outburst of cries and muscle spasms so severe made him almost worried. She had never reacted so strongly and so soon to him before.
Was she faking it? She couldn't be; this bad been her idea.
Her panting had answered his question. Her eyes were closed and she was focused on catching her breath so she could tell him how incredible that was.
She was supposed to be at work in ten minutes, and the sweat pouring from her hairline, and dripping down her shoulder was going to raise an issue.
His hand ran over the wetness of her forehead, as she panted heavily, trying to regain some composure to continue.
She waited for him to make the first move, but grew impatient rather quickly and reached for the waistband of his shorts.
"Virginia, I don't think…"
"Ssh! It's alright, just keep going."
He could read the hunger and determination in her eyes, which he knew not to stand in the way of.
"Virginia, honey…"
He reached for her hand, stopping her from going any further. "I think we should stop for now. You have work, and I have work and I don't think you want to go into work looking this way, let alone if we keep going."
It was true. Her beat red skin and wild hair was a dead give away. Without a doubt Andy wanted to keep going just as much as she did, but there was a small part of him saying they should stop. It was different this time. Not in a bad way, but in a way that Andy couldn't understand. He'd rather play it safe than regret pushing her, whether she wanted it or not.
She let out a dramatic sigh and crawled out from under him. She huffed as she threw back the blanket and stormed toward the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. He had clearly upset her, but it's not like he didn't want it. He just wasn't used to her acting like this, and was a little thrown off. He didn't know what was going on with her lately, but she had gone from nervous and quiet to bold and eager. As much of a turn on as it was for him, he wondered if he should say something? But what if it only made her nervous? He definitely wasn't implying it should stop. Just the thought of her naked in the shower after that, gave him wicked ideas involving him joining her.
He couldn't. He too, needed to get ready for work. He did his best to push those thoughts out of his head and got up to find a tie to wear.