AN: Ashley, I know I replied to your message on GR but I just have to mention it again because Oh my god...that pic is totally that scene. And yes, I am a little bit IN LOVE with that game. And Giles. And Alyn. And who am I kidding? They're all perfect. And thanks so much for pointing out that little time travelling epicness that I managed to write hahaha I honestly don't know how that happened. I'd meant to write August and it came out October. Brain fart. I've gone and corrected it so thank you hon :D Prams! I believe across the pond, you call them strollers? Pushchairs? Anyway, it's one of them, but the one where the baby is facing the adult and there's like a little canopy thing over them. I not very good at descriptions xD If you google image "pram," you'll see what I mean :) Also, the reason I haven't updated in three days is cause it was my birthday yesterday and we sort of made my birthday a weekend long thing so I gave myself some time off hahaha Anywho, we are are. Enjoy my lovelies.
Overdue
August passed by quickly. Rory and Stephen were counting the days now. They had been to visit their doctor and she had explained to them both what would happen in the following month. They had done every single bit of last minute baby shopping they could think off. They had clothes of every possible size in a pretty light lemon colour ready for their baby. Rory had asked Stephen if he definitely wanted her to be the one to name the baby. When he had said yes, she assured him that she would like the names she'd picked.
And then August finished and September began. Thorpe had offered to be the one to drive them to the hospital. He had an unmarked car that could break the speed limit and run lights if necessary and the police couldn't touch him. He was also a damn good driver so they'd still be completely safe. He would get her to the hospital the fastest. They'd agreed and he told them to phone him when she went into labour whatever time that may be, day or night. They both became a weird mixture of nerves, anxiety and excitement. She was due to give birth on the 4th. It was nearly time. Soon, they would have their baby. On the night of the 3rd, they had stayed awake talking for most of the night, trying to figure out what to expect the next day. They would be parents. They laughed, they cried, they kissed.
All through the 4th, Rory tried to figure out what she should expect. She'd never been pregnant before. All she knew was what she saw from movies and they always involved labour hitting the woman at the most inopportune times; out shopping, at a party or even, swear to God, on a beach. She couldn't remember whatever hell movie that was, but she had seen it and it certainly hadn't looked like a good idea. So she decided to stay in the house. At least that made more sense. And yet, it felt to her that nothing would happen that day. She just had that inkling. And she was right. When night came around with no baby, she and Stephen phoned their doctor. The doctor assured them not to worry, that many women didn't give birth on their due dates, that most babies were late and only 4% of babies are actually born on the due date and that, if Rory hadn't given birth in two weeks, she would be induced. Stephen had nodded and Rory had to ask what that meant. Basically, they would force the labour to start. She found it a little amusing that they would force the baby to leave its home of nine months. They were going to smoke it out.
As the days wore on with no baby, Rory started to get more and more uncomfortable. She couldn't sit for more than five minutes before needing the bathroom. It seemed that the baby thought her bladder was a squeeze toy. She could never get a comfortable nights sleep which made her irritable. Add that to the raging pregnancy hormones and that equalled a very emotional Rory. One minute she would snap at Stephen for nothing at all and the next, she would cry because she'd put her slippers on the wrong feet and she'd forgotten to buy a chocolate bar and because she'd feel terrible for yelling at Stephen when he hadn't even done anything. She'd been like this for a lot of her pregnancy, but it was amplified now because she wanted the bump gone and the baby in her arms. Stephen never took her mini tantrums personally. He knew it was the pregnancy. He would just smile at her warmly and offer her a cushion or a drink or a foot rub. Sometimes she would take all three and reassure him that she loved him. He would tell her that he knew that and that he loved her too. Then they would kiss and everything would be ok again.
And so they stayed like that with Rory assuring herself that she had Stephen would have their baby in their arms no later than the 18th. So they waited.
And waited.
And waited.