I do not own any of these characters or the main story line (obviously). Also going to pretend that the story is based in current times, minus the pandemic. I hope you enjoy!

*In her journal

The average couple has a 30 percent chance of conceving per month, working out to ~ 0.010714 chance at any given day in a 28 day cycle (obviously this isn't exact, as can fluctuate given time in a cycle). Gus and I had ~5.1646% chance of ever conciving, so taking that and dividing by 24 years, it's a 0.215% chance per year, which works out to ~6.4x10-6% chance in a 28 day period. Meaning we had 0.0000064 or 0.00064% chance of having a baby on any given day. That one day in Amsterdam, was that 0.00064% miracle.

I haven't told him yet, I just took the test an hour ago and have been searching the statistics since. But, I don't know how, or what, to tell him. Hes at the hospital right now talking to his doctors, and going to chemo after. Take out the stress of us both having terminal cancers, we are both still teenagers! We cant take care of a baby on our own! I cant even walk down a flight of stairs without being winded, how am I going to move when 8 months pregnant with a baby compresing my lungs? What if gus doesn't survive another 9 months and I do this all alone? Well, as alone as it will feel without him, but with our parents helping.

Hes going to be so excited, but when he realizes his one year survival isn't that long, its going to break him, and me. As Im sitting here, Im crying happy tears because of our little miracle, but also crying realistic tears that this probably wont even be plausible…

He could die in a month, I could die in a month, really, either of us could at any moment, and we have both come to terms with our own deaths by now, but what about this little being we will leave behind when we go?

My treatments will almost certainly need to stop, meaning my tumors will grow and my lungs will fill more often. Gus will likely be gone in a short time, leaving me to know our little miracle without him…

Who am I kidding, we cant do this! Why should I even get his hopes up? I cant have this baby with my lungs, and without him! I just cant…

But, What if he does survive long enough? What if the cord blood could possibly help? That is, if it's a match for him…

Should I even tell him? Or should I just not? Just talk to planned parent hood and avoid the discussion? No, I cant… Its his miracle too…

*Phone dings from a text*

Gus: What are you up to on this beautiful day Hazel Grace?

Hazel: Just laying in bed, writing in my laptop journal. How's the hospital?

G: It's a hospital. Lots of people Ive never met here today.

G: Would you want to come and keep me company? Maybe watch a movie after?

H: Okay ?

G: Okay ? See you in 15?

H: indeed

Hazel thinking* Ugggggh! What am I going to do?!

H: Here! What floor you on?

G: 5 I think? Its green and yellow? Not that that helps any probably

H: I asked, you were right; be right there!

"Hey Hazel Grace. You look stunning as always today"

"As do you Augustus Waters"

"Everything ok? Something seems off with you today."

"Ya, just been a long day already and its only 1PM. How are you feeling?"

"Spectacular! I could run a marathon if there wasn't this iv in my arm right now"

"Sure, say that to the one with lung cancer from the guy full of cancer and one good leg"

"Exactly!"

"What are you watching today?"

"The new Marvel movie, want to join?"

"okay"

"Okay"

"Okay!"

"Okay!" They both burst out in laughter, causing all of the others in the room to laugh and smile at them.

I hope you enjoyed!