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"Aren't there test that can tell you before your first missed period?"

She nodded before she turned to the mirror and began to wipe it clean before she rinsed her mouth.

"Let me just get dressed and I'll run to the drug store down the street. It'll take me no more than fifteen minutes"

He nodded before he walked back to the bedroom and began to change.

This was going to be the longest fifteen minutes of his life.

Ten minutes had past since Amy had left to buy what would tell them their fate, and Sheldon was feeling every emotion in the book; fear, anxiety, curiosity, even nauseous.

How would they afford a baby? Neither exactly lived a luxurious lifestyle and Sheldon knew that meant he would have to try to get a better job to support them. He wouldn't be able to go to Comic Book Night or have the gang over for pizza and vintage video games on Fridays. But then he thought about Amy? She would have to give carry it for nine months. She would have to deal with the hormones. She would have to give birth to it.

It.

What would it be? A boy? A girl?

What would their child be like?

Either way, they would be highly intelligent, but what would their personality include? Would they be a shy, geeky little girl trying to fit in much like her mother? Or would they be a robotic little boy whose only goals were solely to have a break through in science with a train and comic book hobby?

"Daddy? Can you tie my shoes?"

Sheldon watched his daughter run into the living room before climbing the couch and throwing her feet on his lap.

"You're almost three years old. You can't tie your shoes yet?"

"I'm working on it, Daddy, but I need some assistance."

He shook his head with a smile as he tied it for his toddler.

"Yesterday in preschool, Johnny Caplan told me my nose was too big for my face. Is it that asymmetrical, Daddy?"

He looked up from his task to see his daughter's large green eyes. She was the spinning image of her mother.

"No, Emilie. Your face is very symmetrical."

"Just like Mommy's?"

"Just like Mommy's," he repeated before he finished tying her shoes and patted her knees.

"Thanks, Daddy!" She jumped down and kissed his cheek and he watched her run off to her room, but not before Amy pat her head as she sped by her.

"Symmetrical, huh?"

She was smiling at him with hands on her hips.

"That's how you see me physically? 'Symmetrical'?"

He stood from the couch with a smirk on his face, walking around to stand in front of her and replacing her hands on her hips with his.

"No. But I can show you just how I see you." He lowered his lips to hers as she mumbled into his mouth.

"Sheldon? Did you hear me?"

Startled by his girlfriend, Sheldon quickly looked down to see her holding a ept test in one hand and his in the other.

When did she get back?

"I said I'm going to take it now, okay?"

He nodded, mute, before he felt her let go of his hand and watched her make her way into the bathroom.

Maybe having a child wouldn't be so bad.

When he heard the toilet flush he felt the air leave his lungs.

He listened as the faucet ran before his girlfriend emerged from the bathroom and he quickly walked up to her.

"Well?"

"We have to wait two minutes."

"Oh." He looked around the room before his eyes fell back to his nervous-looking girlfriend. "Hey, it's okay." He pulled her into his arms, rubbing her lower back slowly and gave her a little squeeze when her arms finally wrapped back around him.

"I don't know what being a mother is about. I mean, I know, but I'm not ready. We're not ready. I'm finally able to enjoy you physically and now I'm going to plump up like a pumpkin and my face will break out. I'll look awful and you'll find me revolting. The only good thing is my large hips.

"You'll look very symmetrical," he replied simply.

"What?"

When he didn't reply she shrugged and hugged him tighter and Sheldon let his mind wander again.

"Dad, can I have ten dollars?"

Sheldon looked up from his laptop to see his blue eyed son holding out his hand. He was the spinning image of Sheldon. "For what?"

"There's a new comic book down at Stuart's store that I really want to go get now. Please?"

"First of all, you're only seven. You're not going to Stuart's store by yourself. Are you crazy?"

"I'm not crazy. Mom had me tested."

He shook his head. "Second of all, what happened to the money we gave you for getting all A's on your report card? I knew it was ridiculous to reward you for something you were already expected to do. Damn your mother and her seductive ways." That last part he whispered and looked down to make sure his son hadn't heard. He hadn't.

"I used them on that train set, remember?"

Looking at his son's pout, he couldn't help the smile. "There's a comic I wanted to get myself. We'll go after dinner."

He pumped his fist in the air. "Yes! Thanks, Dad."

"Sheldon?" Sheldon's smile slowly faltered as he quickly focused his eyes before looking down at Amy, remembering she was still in his arms. "I think it's time."

He nodded slowly and started to follow her into the bathroom, only stopping suddenly as he decided she should look first.

Five seconds later she emerged and the relieving sigh and smile that escaped her let him know the verdict, even before the shake of her head.

False alarm.

"Well that's a relief," she grinned as she walked into his arms and hugged him tightly, pressing her cheek to his chest.

He slowly wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on the top of her head.

"We worried for nothing," she sighed as she lifted her head just in time to see the blank stare on his face and her smile faded. "Sheldon? Are you all right?"

"I'm fine."

The forced smile said otherwise. "Sheldon... Did you want a baby?"

"What?" He stepped back as he waved her off. "No. Of course not. You know we're not ready."

"I didn't ask if we were ready. I asked if you wanted one."

He crossed his arms over his chest. "I would have been a good dad." He whispered, his tone almost defensive.

"You will be."

"You would have been a good mom." She felt her eyes grow wet before she looked down, unsure how to respond to that. "How are you feeling, by the way?"

She stopped counting the spots in her carpet to look up. "Better. It must have just been something I ate that didn't sit well."

He nodded before he sat down on the edge of the bed. "You're happy, though, right?"

"Well I was," she smiled. "Until my crazy boyfriend changed his mind."

"I'm not crazy. My-"

"Mother had you tested, I know." She knelt down in front of him and placed her hands on his knees and studied his face, despite the fact he was looking down. "What were they like?"

He quickly picked his head up. "What?"

"Our kids. What were they like?"

She knows me better than anyone.

He smiled softly. "Well the girl was named Emilie and she was bright, yet very insecure and cared about what people thought."

"Sounds familiar," she said quietly. "Why was her name Emilie?"

"After Emilie du Chatelet, of course."

"Ahh, the physicist who contributed to science with her French translation of Isaac Newton's Principia."

"The very one," he nodded.

"And... there was a boy?"

He nodded. "He loved trains and comic books and apparently you had him tested."

"I could see that," she smiled and it only grew when he smiled back. "You know..."

He watched her stand before she reached into a small plastic bag on her dresser. He tried to see what she was taking out, but she was blocking his view. When she turned around she had a single foil packet between her fingers and a smirk on her face. "That doesn't mean we can't practice."

The smile quickly returned to his face as she walked up to him and he grabbed her hips, pulling her down on top of him as she giggled.

She quickly sat up, straddling his lap before Sheldon pulled her shirt over her head and leaned forward to drop a kiss on the top of each breast.

He groaned when she began to rock her hips against him and quickly unclasped her bra before he took a nipple between his lips and letting his tongue flicker over it.

"Uhh Sheldon."

He smirked against her skin until he flipped her over and quickly discarded his pants and pulling down her skirt, throwing it behind him.

They continued to fight for control, clothing items being lost in the process, until finally they were naked and Amy had him straddled beneath her, her hands pinning his wrists to the mattress above his head.

She lowered her head and peppered his chest with kisses before finally capturing his mouth with hers, tugging on his bottom lip with her teeth.

He groaned against her lips and she felt him twitch against her. She released a hand from his wrist and took his arousal in her hand, stroking it slowly as she felt him grow in her hand.

"Amy."

She sat up and grinned as she enjoyed looking at his face; The way his eyes only left open a slit to watch her and his lips parted, deep breaths escaping him.

"You like that, Dr. Cooper."

He simply nodded and when her thumb swept over the head of his cock he arched his back, urging her on. "Amy, I need you," he gasped.

"How much?"

"What?" He was growing impatient.

"How much do you need me?" She let her other hand move under him and pump his balls in her hand.

"If you keep that up I'm not going to last."

She grinned before she lowered her head and flickered her tongue over him.

"Good Lord." His head pressed into the mattress as the fight to keep his eyes open was now a losing battle from Amy's talented tongue. "Please."

"'Please' what?" she smirked as she continued to stroke him.

But he didn't answer. Instead he grabbed her hips and flipped them over so she was under him.

She was breathing heavy now as that move was a surprise. She watched him grab the foil packet beside them as he opened it and rolled it on. "How do you want it?"

"You're giving me a choice?" she smirked. He nodded. She pressed her hands on the mattress and tried to sit up. Sheldon got the hint and scooted over.

He watched her get on her hands and knees, her ass sticking up in air before she turned back to smirk at her jaw-dropped boyfriend. "What are you waiting for," she purred.

Once Sheldon picked his jaw off the floor, he made his way over to her and sat up on his knees. He ran his hands up and down her back and ass before he let a finger graze her clit.

"Sheldon, please."

"Now you're the one begging?" he smirked before he took himself in his hand, letting one hand caress her ass cheek and kissing it softly before he finally shoved his cock in deeply, grabbing her hips and sighing at the sweet wet warmth.

She lowered her head, screaming with pleasure as he filled her. She felt those electric charges of ecstasy as he moved in and out hurriedly.

"Oh God, Amy. That's good," he urged her as he tightened his hold on her hips, matching his thrusts with hers.

"Shit. Sheldon, Uhh that's so good." She felt her arms wobble and Sheldon noticed her shaking. He wrapped one arm around her waist before he pulled her flush against him, never stopping his pace.

She tipped her head back as she continued to moan and soon felt his lips against her neck, sucking on the spot that always drove her wild.

"Fuck, Sheldon. I'm gonna come." She never haltered her thrusts as she reached between them and let her fingers caress him every time he would slip out a bit.

"Almost, Amy. Yes. Yes. Oh God."

Amy couldn't hold on any more and soon felt her walls tighten over and over around him before she came hard, Sheldon following a second later.

He kept his lips on her neck as he continued to thrust, letting her take everything he had to offer until they had nothing left to give. He leaned forward and she fell to the bed as he fell on top of her back, still inside of her as he kissed her shoulder blade.

After a couple minutes, Amy could feel him swell inside of her again and she smirked.

"I could definitely get used to practicing."