Moving along~~~

"Antonio we can't have children."

Antonio stopped mid sentence when it occurred to him what I had said. "Why not?" He asked.

"Because my body can't do it. It's happened before and I lost it. It's happened a few times actually."

Antonio looked at the floor. "Why didn't you tell me? D-don't you trust me?"

"Of course I do. I just didn't want you to baby me and I really didn't want to hurt you."

"Lovi, the shock of news can't hurt me anymore than you being hurt repetitively like this and never telling me. I'm not be that great at reading the mood, or understanding you. So you need to tell me these things so I can help you. I can't stand the thought of my little Lovino hurting without me there to ever help him." He pulled me into a tight hug, kissing my cheek and soaking my shirt with tears.

"I didn't want to get your hopes up. I wanted to tell you so badly, but I couldn't. It hurts even more knowing that I can give you a family but I fail at doing that too." I whispered, all of the words kind of stringing together.

"Lovi... Lovi... you don't fail me, you're perfect. All I want is you, that's all I need. You're the only baby I need."

"I'm not a baby."

"You're crying like one."

"Bastard, so are you!"

Antonio held me in his arms as he practically cried over me not telling him, and not trusting him all night. So not only did my head and stomach hurt, but my back did as well.

He didn't let me go anywhere alone and he insisted on driving me to the doctor when I made a comment about it.

"I'd rather go alone." I mumbled in response to his constant begging to drive me there. I honestly didn't want him there, because he would get excited and then only end up miserable in the end.

"Please? It would be my baby too, you know. I'll drive."

"No."

"But Lovi-"

I held up a hand to silence him. "I said no."

Antonio sighed and grabbed my hand. "I won't let you go alone. We're in this together, Lovino. You don't have to keep it to yourself anymore."

I shook my head slowly before I stood up to go put real clothes that I would want to be seen in. Walking into the bedroom, I turned when I heard the sound of footsteps behind me. I pulled my shirt off and was halfway done with buttoning up a new one when he wrapped his arms around me."You're not going to give up are you?"

"No."

"I'm only going to check! It's not like it's life or death."

Antonio sighed and pulled me closer. "I don't want to leave you alone. I want to be with you for this."

I moved from his grasp and finished buttoning my shift before turning to him. "It's not big deal!"

"Not a big deal? Lovi, this could be our child we're talking about. I want to do everything to make sure this one stays."

"I'm not even sure that's what it is, Toni. That's why I'm going!"

He smiled a little. WHY IS HE SMILING?

"Why are you smiling?" I asked.

"You called me Toni."

I glared at him a little and shook my head. He laughed a little and kissed my forehead before whispering. "You never call me that when we're in a serious conversation. Actually it's rare that you even do call me that. I like it. It's cute like when I call you 'Lovi.'"

I pushed him away, changed my pants and was halfway through fixing my hair when he brought it up again.

"I really wish I could at least drive my Lovi to his appointment. I'll drop you off and go do something else." Antonio called from the living room. I continued doing what I was doing. He hates it when I ignore him.

He walked back in there, smirking a little when he did so. "Are you sure you want to wear that shirt?"

"What do you know about fashion?"

"Nothing. I'm also completely okay with you going out with those marks in plain sight." The bastard commented with a smirk. I looked at myself in the mirror and sure enough my neck had a few very obvious hickeys in the most fucking obvious of places. That bastard...

"I'll change then."

"Oh Lovi, don't be that way~"

"Shut up."

I was able to leave him at home, as long as I promised to call him as soon as I knew what was going on. It was a good enough deal. As long as I didn't have to sit in there with him, and have him asking a million questions. Because we all know he would ask everything he could, just to be annoying. Or maybe he would even just either explode from happiness or cry in defeat. Either way he was going to be annoying.

After going through all of those damn tests for the seventh time in two and a half years, I was once again sitting and waiting. Because love sitting and waiting. With Antonio also blowing up my phone.

Can I include that this room was very boring? The walls were fucking grey. There was a plain chair (for me) one of those examination tables, and a big comfortable looking chair (For Dr. Moustache).

I eventually gave up on waiting and closed my eyes. I thought about what he was going to say. I also ran through every possible scenario that could happen on each possible result. I tried to think positive.

The door opened and Doctor Pinasco walked in with his super sciencey doctor chart. He closed the door behind him and sat down in his comfortable chair. He combed his moustache (not really...) before speaking.

"How many more times are we going to have to do this?" He asked me, raising an eyebrow that was a thick at his moustache (seriously that was the only thing I could ever focus on!)

"As many times as it happens." I replied with a small sigh and shrug.

"Well..." He started reading over his papers, humming the national anthem under his breath. He was either stalling or reading it again to make sure he was right.

Let's just say that I could have fallen over at that well. "Well what?" I asked, trying not to sound scared or anything. I bit my lip, as he stayed silent for a while.

BUT WHAT?

I'm addicted to writing cliffhangers...