"I don't even know why they do these stupid tests. Put your heart through a wringer before...before there's even a reason to. " Teresa bit her lip and averted her eyes, holding back tears of fear and worry.
"You know why. More information makes us better prepared."
"I know...I know. I just...I just want to not be here." She shivered ever so slightly in her hospital gown, which prompted her husband to jump up on the table next to her and put his arms around her. "You know they're going to make you get down..." She protested weakly.
"I'd like to see them try." He placed his own hand over hers, resting atop the small baby bump.
It elicited a small smile from her pale face. At least she wasn't doing this alone. The days of handling everything herself were over.
"Everything is going to be fine, Teresa." He kissed her forehead, and leaned his own against it. "No matter what."
"Sometimes..." She began. She took a deep breath, and took ahold of his hand. "Sometimes I'm glad you're such a damn good liar."
A/N- Something a little more serious this time! Hope you still liked it. And again, thank you so much for the overwhelming support and appreciation! - Lati