Ok, this is only a short one to add tension (if there wasn't enough at the end of the last chapter). Thanks as always to my wonderful reviewers! I couldn't write this without knowing that you all like it! Enjoy!

Sam

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Two days before the funeral, and Abigail and Ben sat side by side on the bed. She had been to buy a test the night before, and they had waited until everyone had gone to meet Marcus from the airport to do it. She wasn't fussed about going to meet her brother; he was already in her bad books for not coming sooner. So she had stayed at her aunts house with Ben.

Which was resulting in the longest three minutes of their lives.

They had left the test on the bedside table to Abigail's right hand side, not wanting to see until it was clear, and had taken to sitting nervously together. Immediately after they sat, she found his hand and gripped it tightly. "This is it." She said anxiously. "Scared?" She asked him.

"Terrified. Has it been three minutes yet?" He asked in reply. She shook her head.

"Nowhere near." She said impatiently.

"It's weird." Ben said into the silence that followed. "For the past few weeks, we might have been parents, and we haven't known it."

Abigail thought this over. She had hoped this from the day her period didn't arrive, yet they had had too many let downs now for her to be as excited as the first time. The first time, it had been positive, and three weeks later, she had lost the baby. The second, third and fourth times had all been negative. It was a wonder that she didn't want to get her hopes up.

"You know, I think we might do it this time." She said, a look of hope spreading over her face.

"Me too." Ben agreed. He placed his free hand over their clasped ones and gripped tightly. Ben had been equally distraught over the miscarriage last year, and having to walk into the hospital ward where he passed five other wailing women and their husbands who had also lost their children, and then seeing Abigail as one of them, was the worst day of his life."Something's definately different this time."

"You mean besides the fact that we aren't in our bedroom?" She asked, trying to pass the time quicker, even though her attempts weren't working.

"Yes besides that. Has it been three minutes now?"

"No." She replied, after checking her watch again. "Two and a half minutes." There was another silence, and Abigail began to feel sick with anticipation. She had never been so nervous to check the test. She had been excited, scared, worried, but never nervous...at least, not this nervous. "Ben." She began quietly. He turned his head to look at her, but she wasn't looking at him. "If the - if I am pregnant, I'll do better this time." She said awkwardly.

"Abigail-"

"No, Ben." She interrupted him, knowing what he was going to say. "The baby was dependant on me, it had to be my fault in some way. We're not loosing this one too." She raised her eyes to look at him. He met her gaze with his loving eyes, and he put his around her waist.

"Whatever we do, we'll do it together." He assured her. "After all, we're going to be a family."

Family. That word meant a lot to her at the moment. One part of hers was falling apart, while another might be beginning. It was rather cliche really. She leaned her head against Ben's shoulder and he kissed the top of her head. "Its not fair." She whispered.

"What isn't?" Ben asked.

"How can some irresponsible people go out and get pregnant from one night stands and waste that precious life with an abortion, when people like us have to wait so long to have a child that we're going to love no matter what?" She asked in barely more than a whisper, but there was a tinge of jealousy in her words for those people who had what she wanted so much. "Is it too much to ask for a baby with the man I love?"

She was right. It wasn't fair. Some people were having children that they gave up, or treated badly, or whom they didn't even try to love. It was something that made them both angry. They just wanted to have a child with the person they loved; a living symbol of how much they cared for each other. "We're gonna get our baby, Abi," He said determinedly. "Who knows," he rested his hand over her stomach, "we might already have them."

With his hand over her stomach, and the hope that beneath his touch there was a child, their child, the next minute and a half passed quicker in the silence. As they watched Abigail's watch eagerly, she got butterflies in her stomach, Ben's palm's began to feel sweaty with excitement. Eventually, after the longest three minutes of their lives. The three minutes was up. Taking a deep breath, Abigail took the test strip in her hand and closed her eyes.

"What does it say?" Ben asked. She took a deeper breath, and opened her eyes to look at the result.

DUN DUN DUN! I could be really evil and leave it at this for ages, but with the fear that Toxic-Beetle would come after me with the poisoned spag-bol, I'll just wait to see some responses before I post another chapter up. Let me know what you think, is she pregnant? Will it go horrible wrong like last time if she did? Or was their three minutes of waiting in vain?