{ a/n- I'm back! <3 }
Third Person POV
Grace and Chester have been trying for months to conceive, but no matter what they do Grace can't seem to get pregnant. It had taken her a long time to agree to having a child, to becoming a mother, but as soon as that first test failed she knew exactly how attached she was to the idea of a little human running around, calling her mom. It was heart breaking for her to see how hard it was for the two of them to conceive, but it was all the more utterly heart wrenching to see Chester's disappointment at each failed test.
On this particular day, with this particular test, Grace is more hopeful than ever. She hadn't prayed to God in years, since she was maybe eleven years old, but she did last night. She prayed to finally be able to give Chester a baby. The timer on her phone dings and she looks at the test. Negative. It's the third test that's failed in the last two months, and Grace is at her wits end. She comes out of the bathroom, her face tear stained, holding the small stick.
"Oh Gracie," Chester says, knowing what the result is.
"I'm so sorry Ches." Grace mumbles as Chester pulls her close.
"Why are you sorry sweetheart?" Chester asks.
"I just want to give you a fucking baby. I want to give you everything you wish and I can't seem to give you something as simple as a baby. I'm sorry, Chester." Grace whispers, her voice thick with tears.
"Honey, don't be sorry. We can keep trying." Chester reassures her, rubbing her back comfortingly.
"Maybe we should stop trying, for a couple weeks anyways." Grace suggests. She looks up at Chester, seeing his eyes fill with more sadness and his face fall.
"Whatever you want Grace."
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A few months later, Grace wakes up one morning feeling slightly nauseous. She rushes to the toilet, just barely making it there. Chester hears her being sick and goes to the bathroom, finding her leaned over the toilet heaving. He sits beside her and comforts her as she empties her stomach into the basin. When Grace as finished, she flushes the sick away and leans back against the tub weakly.
"What's wrong, Grace? Are you okay?" Chester asks immediatley. Despite having just been sick, Grace cannot keep the smile from spreading across her face. "Why are you smiling?"
"Chester, do you remember that night maybe two months ago we were really drunk?"
"Yeah..."
"Well, I guess we didn't use protection."
"Holy shit, Grace!" Chester exclaims. He hugs Grace tightly, kissing her forehead. They rush to the drug store and pick up a test, doing it as soon as they get home. This time, when Grace exits the bathroom, that same wide grin from earlier is on her face.
"It's positive?" Chester asks hopefully.
"We're going to be parents Ches!" Grace says happily.
Chester pulls Grace into a hug, resting a tender hand on her slightly swollen abdomen. He can't help but think about how amazing it is that they're baby is growing in there. A human that is half him and half Grace, created and nurtured by his girlfriend. The thought leaves him awestruck.
"I can't wait to meet our baby." Chester says in a hushed whisper.
