Chapter 20: The result.
Kelly gasped!
"It's negative" she managed to squeeze out.
Peter tightened his grip on her and kissed her head before he buried his head in her neck and released a prolonged sigh.
They sat in silence for a few moments. Kelly spoke first. "We can still keep trying though. Right?" Her voice was quiet and jumpy.
"Of course baby." He moved her round so that she sat facing him "One bad result isn't gonna make us quit! We are gonna keep trying and trying and it'll happen. I know it will."
She smiled as he stroked her face with his hand then leaned in to kiss her. She was so lucky to have him and even though it turned out negative Kelly was really glad Melinda had persuaded her to tell him.
"Come on honey, your shattered let's get tucked up in bed and have ourselves a proper night's sleep" Peter said as he took the test from her and shoved it in the trash before he rose to his feet and pulled her up. They got undressed and cuddled together under the covers both feeling slightly deflated.
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In the morning when Kelly woke up she felt cold and alone as the familiar hands that were Peter's were not wrapped around her like they usually were. She glanced at the clock. "Bloody hell!" she thought as it read 11.30. She rolled out of bed and headed into the bathroom to get showered and dressed. When she eventually ventured down to the kitchen she was met by Peter and a fully set table. She walked over and kissed him delightfully.
"Morning baby, well actually it's afternoon now, but anyway I made us breakfast/lunch." Peter said in a proud voice.
"Hmmm it looks wonderful" She was clearly delighted "So what do you wanna do today?" She asked him as they sat down.
"Well I wanna go out and do something with you, it's not that often we get the chance to both be off work and have nothing on the agenda."
She smiled at him, she loved the way he was always wanting to spend time with her. They never go tired of each other's company. A lot of couples like to make out that it is a nightmare living and working together, that they get sick of each other. For Kelly and Peter this was anything but the case. They basked in each other's presence if they didn't work together they would never have lived together. They needed to be together as much as possible and they barely fought. Every now and then they would have an argument just for the sake of "make-up sex".
"Well we could go see a movie and have dinner." Kelly suggested.
"Sounds perfect".
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A few hours later they were in the cinema and seated. Peter had ,of course, chosen seats in the back row but the theatre was pretty much empty anyway. When the movie began Kelly settled her head on Peter shoulder and he slipped is arms around her waist and they sat close. About half way into the movie Kelly got up to go to the toilet. Peter sat eagerly watching for her return. She had been quiet today which was quite unlike her.
When she returned he grabbed her before she could sit on the seat and yanked her down onto his knee. He looked at her sheepishly and she gave him a huge smile as she giggled.
"There, see that's better." He smiled back.
"Hmmm? What's better?"
"You smiling." He leaned up and kissed her lacing his left hand with her right. The kiss became more than what he had intended. "Kelly we're gonna get caught" he whispered as he pulled away.
"So? We're not doing anything wrong. I just wanted to be kissed." She said with a dampened spirit.
"Okay" he kissed her again and again until they got lost in each other they forgot what was going on in the movie.
Once the movie ended they went for dinner in a lovely little Italian restaurant. It made them talk about Rome, both the first trip and their honeymoon. They laughed with each other and slowly the event of the night before were forgotten. Any tiny bit of disappointment and pain they felt was gone. They weren't going to talk about it again and they were not going to try so hard to get pregnant, nature would take it's course on it's own.
"So you wanna go home?" Peter asked as they walked out of the restaurant.
"No."
"No?" he was a little confused.
"Let's go to a bar somewhere and have a few drinks. I'm really in the mood for beer." Kelly took his hand as she looked up at him with a pleading look.
"And what about the car?"
"Leave it here, we'll take a taxi home. Please Peter, you know you want to." She stopped them and turned to face him, she leaned up and kissed him square on the lips.
He couldn't refuse.
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Too many beers and a taxi ride later they were outside their front door. Peter stood behind Kelly with his arms wrapped around her waist kissing her neck desperately as she fumbled with her keys, almost too drunk to get the door open. She was laughing hard as he whispered what he was going to do to her in her ear. Finally she got the door open, only trouble was she fell through it pulling Peter down with her, he landed half on her and half on the floor. They laughed uncontrollably before using their feet to push the door closed and resuming their kissing. They literaly crawled up the stairs pulling the other's garment off as they went. When they made it to the bedroom they didn't even bother getting on the bed. Kelly lay herself flat on her back as an already aroused Peter straddled her. They were too drunk for foreplay so Peter lunged himself into her and began kissing her mouth before moving to her neck. She groaned louder than ever as he trusted sharply into her. She arched her back and gripped his hair. Soon his cries could be heard above hers and they had a simultaneous orgasm. Limply they staggered into bed and fell asleep almost instantly. When they awoke in the morning they had a vague memory of their escapade, as they discussed it they mostly just remembered the pleasure. For the rest of that day they nursed their hangovers while they huddled on the sofa and watched movie after movie after movie.
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Over the next couple of weeks work was hectic. They were filming the end of season 3 and they were a little behind schedule so everyone was working overtime. Everybody seemed run down, some people more than others.
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Peter was working late and didn't get home until around nine the next Friday night. As soon as he opened the door he heard Kelly loudly shout his name.
"Baby where are you?" he shouted back.
"Erm I'm in the bathroom" And with that she came flying towards him and lunged herself in to his arms.
"Everything alright?" he asked unsure whether her action was a positive or negative sign.
She pulled back and stared him right in the eyes. "Peter, I just took a test, or two, I'm pregnant!" she squealed. The smile over her face would've given the Cheshire Cat a run for his money.
"OH MY GOD!" Peter yelled.
He picked her up and spun her around in a circle before placing her back on the ground and kissing her firmly on the lips. They tongues twisted together for a few moments before they parted.
"God I love you!" He was stroking her hair as he spoke "I'm gonna take such great care of you, both of you." He placed his hand on her stomach.
"I love you so much too." Kelly kissed him again.
Peter watched her for the rest of the night, wherever she went he followed, all he wanted to do was hold her and tell her she was beautiful. She didn't seem to mind. They ended up laying close together in bed discussing how they were going to tell everyone. Kelly seemed so alive and optimistic which made Peter feel the same. He held her close in his arms as they shared kisses and loving looks throughout their conversations. Peter even kissed her bally at one point and cause Kelly to giggle. His hand barely moved away from her stomach and her lay on top of his, fingers laced together as he waited for her to fall asleep first.
When she finally did he lay awake watching over her. He thought about everything that had happened between them, all the loving memorable moments, the laughs and the dreams they shared. From their first night together, to them moving in together. From him proposing to their wedding night. From her being introduced to his children and taking them on has partly her responsibility to being pregnant with his child. A few years back he would have never believed he could ever be this happy again. He looked over at Kelly and his unborn child. The happiness and emotion he felt over took him and he let himself cry freely, crystal tears falling down his cheeks.