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Maybe it was needless to say, but I was honestly worried about Emma. Ever since she told me that she was going to lower her medication in order to prepare for pregnancy, I could only sense her nervousness. She had said that she was fine and I knew she was partly lying about it, but I wasn't going to question it. That wouldn't help and I guessed that she would talk to me when she was ready. Besides, she had her appointment with Dr. Shane today, so if she had doubts, I was sure she would discuss it with her therapist. She knew I was putting her wellbeing first, and that I really wanted her to be comfortable with the idea of getting pregnant and being without medication for months, so I hoped she would listen to it.

I sighed, while I plopped on the couch, awaiting her return. It was torture; not knowing what was going on; not knowing what was going to happen. Sure, I wanted children. I've always wanted children, and children with Emma would be nothing short of amazing. But still. It would be hard for her. She was doing so well now, and I could only hope that she would be able to continue her progress, even if it would be with smaller steps than she would've taken with medicine. I only hoped that I would be able to stand by her side and help her out with whatever relapses she might get. I hoped that she wouldn't shut me out, downplay everything, while she and I both knew that it was worse than she let it appear.

Time would tell, I figured, but that still didn't ease my worries. I sighed, wishing she would have let me come with her. I could only do so much in this house, with the heat-wave still going through Lima, I already did all that I could think of doing. A salad for dinner stood ready made in the fridge, the house was already clean. Reading a book, watching the television or even thinking up songs for the Glee club to sing in the upcoming year, were activities, for which I couldn't find the concentration to do. I would stare unseeing at the screen, the letters, or the blank paper, pen still in hand, while my mind would, always, be with Emma.

I didn't know how much time had passed since I sat down on the couch, until that moment. I heard her keys outside the door before they were even in the lock, which caused me to sit up straight. I tried not to look at the door too much, as it would betray how much I had missed her and how worried I was about her, but I guess I couldn't help it. My gaze was locked on her, as she walked in the door, dropping her keys into the bowl, before meeting my gaze.

'Hey,' I said, trying not to look too worried. She did look a bit relieved, but there was something else as well; something I couldn't pinpoint, as she offered a small smile and slowly walked towards me, before sitting down on the couch.

'Hi.' I turned on the couch so that I could face her better, still wondering how it went.

'How did it go?' I seriously hoped that I didn't sound too eager. I just wanted to know how it had gone; whether she was okay or not.

'I don't know.' What kind of answer was that? What was I supposed to make of it? I knew Emma wasn't that good, or comfortable maybe, at voicing her feelings, but an "I don't know" was something even I did not expect from her, and I've known her so well for so long.

'I mean… it was okay, I guess… but…' but what? Was it going to take longer than expected? I knew I could handle that. I would wait as long as she needed for her to be comfortable with the idea. She knew that. I had told her that so many times.

'Apparently I didn't listen well enough last time.' I frowned, yet did not speak. This was unlike Emma in a way, but on the other hand, it could so be her. If she was so focused on something, she might have only heard what she wanted to hear. I supposed this was one of those cases again.

'Apparently, she told me that… she would talk to my GP, and maybe to a gynaecologist, about it, and if he or they would agree, we would talk about lowering my medication and about when it would happen.' I heard her sigh, and it broke my heart that she refused to look at me. She obviously was afraid about something, worried maybe, and didn't have the heart to look me into the eye, because it was already hard enough for her to confess.

'And they have come to a conclusion that it would not be a good idea to lower my dose, or to quit.' She sighed heavily, and I laid my hand on hers. She needed to know that I would be there for her, no matter what.

'She said that… well… now I've settled on a dose… which isn't even that high, but on the lower side… it would be better not to quit, if I want to get pregnant. It could all get worse, when I quit, and it's possible already that my OCD would go into overdrive when I'm pregnant.' She shook her head and bit her lip. I didn't know what to do or say, besides hold her hand, stroke the skin of the back of it, while I listened to her speak.

'I… can get pregnant now… if I want to… but… you know… when we're really going to try… and when I fall pregnant… I will need a lot of appointments to see how it's going; how I'm coping with it… maybe some additional therapy, but more behaviour wise. But I don't know… if I could do that to a child of mine. It's so risky.' She seemed so down; so broken, and all I wanted to do was hold her in my arms, tell her it'd all be okay, but I figured she needed to get it all out first.

'Did they tell you… what kind of risks it would have?' She nodded slowly, still not meeting my gaze.

'Nothing lingering, apparently. They have done some studies on it… and if they show symptoms, they'd be gone after a day or two… but… they might be slower to react than normal babies on those days… not start eating right away, or have tremors or stuff like that. Nothing lingering, but just the idea…' She shook her head again, resting her head in her free hand, while the other was still in mine.

'And I thought I would have more time to get used to the idea,' she mumbled. I bit my lip, before pulling her closer; into my arms.

'Oh Em,' I sighed. 'You know you can have more time. Don't ever feel pressured about it, okay? I'm more than willing to wait, as long as you're comfortable.' I rubbed her back, stroked her hand, not knowing how to otherwise comfort her.

'But what if I'll never be ready? You want this so badly…' She sounded so weak, so broken; it broke my heart. What did I ever do to deserve her? I didn't know, but I could only admire the woman next to me, trying to be strong, to give me what I'd wanted for years.

'At the moment, there is nothing I want more than to be loved by you, and for you to feel comfortable. One step at a time, sweetheart. Let's jump this hurdle first, before we start worrying about anything else, including the fact that you might not ever be ready enough. And… well… if that'd be the case, I don't mind. I've got you, okay? As long as we're both happy, and as long as we're together, I have what I want. Don't ever doubt that, Em, okay?' It was a moment of silence, and for a second I started to worry again, but then she made it all go away, even if it was just for a moment, with one word.

'Okay.'