A/N: From here on out, I'll be updating every day. The remaining chapters have not been beta'd, so if there are any mistakes, it's all on me. I'm getting impatient and unmotivated to keep rereading and revising this fic, so I just want to publish asap. Also school will be starting soon, so I won't be having as much time to beta, etc anyways. I hope you enjoy reading this fic! Thank you to those reading and commenting. It just warms my heart. Two more days until TMP returns! Can't wait! (:
Mindy was pacing back and forth in front of Tom's apartment door. She so badly wanted to turn the other way and come back in six and a half months with a baby than do this right now. She quickly knocked on the door before she could talk herself out of it.
Tom opened the door and upon seeing Mindy, he grimaced.
"Ugh, okay. That's uncalled for, Tom."
"What are you doing here, Mindy?"
"Can I come in and talk to you? This is important." Tom sighed and moved aside so she could pass. He closed the door and turned around to face Mindy.
"I'm pregnant," she quickly blurted out. She slightly gasped in shock at how the words left her mouth on their own accord.
Tom slightly leaned forward, mouth hanging in surprise. "Pre-pregnant? W-with my child?"
Mindy nodded. "Yeah, but Tom, I'm not expecting anything from you. I don't expect us to raise this child together, I don't expect you to provide support, or anything. I just wanted to let you know in case you want to be in the baby's life."
He nervously ran his hands through his hair. "I-I don't, um. How-how far along are you?
"Two and a half months."
"T-two and a half months. Wow, okay. Can-can I think about this...for a while? I, uh, can't quite wrap my head around this."
"Yeah, yeah of course. Just, uh, call me when you're ready. You have my number. I'll show myself out." Mindy just opened the door when Tom said, "Mindy?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for telling me."
"Of course." She walked out of his apartment, smiling to herself, feeling proud for doing this by herself.
Mindy entered her apartment and threw her keys onto the table next to the door.
"Hey, babe," yelled Danny, who was in the kitchen, making lunch. "How'd it go?"
"Hey." Mindy walked over to him and kissed him hello. "Pretty good, actually." She took a seat at the kitchen island, watching Danny move around the kitchen. "I mean, he was shocked, but that was expected."
"What did he say?"
"I told him that I'm not expecting anything from him and that if he wants to be a part of the baby's life, he can. He said he'll get back to me."
"Do you think he'll want to be a part of the baby's life, the doctor's appointments and stuff?"
"Hmm, I don't know. It was hard to tell. I guess we'll find out when he calls."
"Yeah, I guess so. You hungry? I made some pasta."
"God, yes, I'm starving, Danny." He set down a plate of pasta in front of her, and she started to eat enthusiastically, tearing chunks of bread to dip into the pasta sauce. "Man, this baby likes to eat."
Danny laughed. "Just like it's mother."
"Hey! Rude," she exclaimed as she threw a piece of bread at him, which he expertly dodged.
It'd been a week since Mindy talked to Tom, and she was getting worried. Her 12 week scan was coming up, and even though she wasn't sure if Tom wanted to be there, she figured she had to at least give him the chance.
She dialed his number and waited for him to pick up.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Tom, it's me, Mindy."
"Listen, Mindy, I haven't-I haven't quite figured out how I feel about all this."
"Tom, it's okay. I was just calling to let you know that my 12 week scan is next week. You don't have to be there if you don't want to, but I thought you might want to know."
"Eh, I don't know, Mindy."
"It's next Wednesday at 2 at St. Brendan's. If you can or want to be there, then please, come. If not, then...I guess we'll know how you feel about everything. No pressure, okay?"
"Yeah, yeah I guess so. I'll, uh, I'll talk to you later."
"Okay, bye." She hung up the phone and sighed. I guess we'll see what happens.
Danny was spending the night at Mindy's apartment on Tuesday night, the night before the 12 week scan. It was a rare moment that they were in bed at the same time since they were busy doctors, but they enjoyed moments like these. They were watching another one of Mindy's favorite romantic comedies. He learned never to fight Mindy on which romcom movie she wanted to watch, especially now that she's hormonal and pregnant.
Danny was barely paying attention to the movie because he loved watching Mindy watch her favorite movies. He found it amusing and endearing that no matter how many times she'd watched a movie like this, she still laughed, cried, and sighed in contentment at all the right moments.
For the past month, he'd been spending more time at Mindy's apartment. Mostly because he loved to be with her, but a part of him didn't want to leave her alone because she was pregnant. He wanted to be around for every pregnancy milestone and if, god forbid, anything happened to her, he'd be there to help her. He'd been waiting for the right moment to broach the subject of moving in together.
He loved staying over. If their schedule allowed it, they would both go to Mindy's apartment after work, and he'd start preparing dinner for the two of them. He loved cooking for Mindy and playfully scolding her for stealing some food item he was using for dinner that night. They'd eat dinner at the dining table, or the kitchen island if they were feeling particularly lazy, and just talk. It was effortless and nice. Then they'd snuggle up and watch a movie or a Ken Burns' documentary and go to sleep.
He wanted nights like this for the rest of his life. He enjoyed them, and it was easy. He had never felt such comfortableness with another person, even with Christina.
When the credits started to roll, Mindy turned off the TV. "God, I'm exhausted." She leaned over to kiss Danny on the cheek and shifted her body to find a comfortable spot. "Good night, Danny."
"Hey, Min?"
"Hmm?" Her voice was light and dreamy. He could tell she was slowly succumbing to sleep, and he was losing his chance.
"Do you, maybe, um, want to move in together? In-in a new apartment?"
Mindy opened her eyes and sat up to get a better look at him. "Danny, what are you talking about?"
"I mean, like...finding a new and bigger apartment for us to live in. I mean, I'm here most of the time anyway, and you're going to need a new place to live in when the baby comes. A one-bedroom apartment can't accommodate a baby, so I kind of...figured to put the two together."
"Oh, yeah...I hadn't thought about that." Her face scrunched up in concentration, trying to figure out her living situation when the baby arrived.
"So, what do you think?"
"Hm, what?"
"About moving in together, Mindy."
"Oh! Right, um. Are you sure?"
"What do you mean? Of course, I'm sure, Mindy. I'm the one who suggested it."
"No, I know. I-I just think...Danny, we'll drive each other crazy. I mean, I'll have all my stuff lying everywhere and then you'll get mad and yell at me for not picking up my stuff. Or you'll get upset because I'll be blasting Beyoncé or some other pop star you hate in morning while I get ready."
"So you don't want to move in together?"
"No, Dan-"
"No, Min. It's fine." He started to get up from the bed. "I get it. You don't want to move in together because you think it wouldn't work out."
"Danny, I wasn't-"
Danny ran his hand through his hair. "I'll, uh, see you later, Min." With that, he walked out of the bedroom.
Mindy heard the lock click, and she sat there, wondering what just happened.