Most newlyweds, during their first week as newlyweds, spend the time on their honeymoon. Bruce and I didn't, and we wouldn't have it any other way. Our first week married, however, was pretty relaxing. No lab incidents, no voices in my head trying to do away with me, and just overall, no stress. All I'm gonna say is that Steve and Blossom spent the week with Marie, at their place.
On Saturday morning, Bruce and I were in bed, looking outside to the early morning sky. He laced our fingers together, and I smiled at him. Half of me still couldn't believe we were married, and the other half was telling me 'it's about time'. Bruce leaned over and kissed my cheek, and I sighed in content, and I felt like I didn't have a care in the world.
"I'm not having as many control issues these days." Bruce whispered, and I turned to snuggle up to him.
"That's great. No more battles with the big guy at night?" I asked, and he held me close.
"As of now, nope. Making love to you might just be the cure he needed. Do you think we'll be ready for our own, biological child soon?" he asked, and I blushed.
"We'll just have to wait and see, I suppose. But, I think we will be." I whispered, and he kissed my hair. I peeked up at him, and he kissed the tip of my nose. It felt so normal now, being with him, loving him. We understood each other, and what we had inside, they weren't monsters within anymore. They were a part of us that we could, probably, never get rid of. But, we were learning, together, to cope and to be strong. Maybe he was just the reassurance I needed.
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On Sunday, Blossom sent me a message that told me Marie was going to come back on Monday, which, believe you me, was quite alright. It was Sunday morning when I got the message, and it was now noon. I had some sort of uneasy feeling all day, so, as a woman who had just been married and was enjoying herself every night, I did the first thing any other woman would do: I went out and bought a pregnancy test. At first, it felt stupid, but then I realized it was probably the smart thing to do, just to check. That's not silly, right? When I got home with the tests, I went off to the bathroom as quickly as I could. To be perfectly honest with whoever's reading this now, that uneasy feeling was bothering me, like, a lot. I locked the door, looked at the box, and took a deep breath. And yes, I did indeed buy two. You always double check. At least, that's what the lady at the store told me.
I'm not going to go into the details of the instructions, because, um, ew. But, I will tell you this: the box says that one pink line means 'not pregnant' and two pink lines means 'pregnant'. Guess which one I got? If you guessed two pink lines, damn, you must have ESP[N], or something. At first, I did what any sensible woman would do: I held back a squeal of happiness, shock, surprise, and nerves. Then, I did the other thing that most sensible women would do: I tried the second one.
Yeah, still two pink lines. According to these tests, I was now pregnant. I had no idea what to do with the sticks, first of all. I mean, how to dispose of them so Bruce didn't ruin the surprise. I panicked over two stupid little sticks, which, let me tell you, is not worth panicking over. At least, not to me. In the end, I decided to do the 'smart' things and hide them in the box, toss out the box, and cover it with toilet paper, because I'm a human being. Again, not going into detail fo what I did afterwards, but when I left the bathroom and went into the bedroom, Bruce was on the bed.
"There you are, I was worried about you. Hey, is something wrong?" he asked, standing and walking over to me. I shook my head, which I'm going to label as a little white lie. I wasn't entirely okay with the fact that I was pregnant, but at the same time, I was cool with it. I'm a weird person, I know.
"Cynthia, sweetheart, something's bothering you. You know you can tell my anything, right?" he asked softly, and I nodded. I wasn't totally trusting my voice here, as you can tell. He brought me over to the bed, sitting me down gently. He sat beside me, and I did my best to keep my mouth shut.
"Cynthia, please tell me what's going on." he begged, and I bit my lip. He turned my head so that we were face to face, and I took a deep breath. I had no flipping clue on how to do this. Did I just come right out and say it? Or do I create a whole dramatic buildup and then bring it out as the finale? I hate being a woman sometimes, just saying.
"Well, it's news. Pretty big news." I started off, and he nodded, holding my hands in his.
"And what is this big news?" he asked me, and I swallowed any and all nerves that were rising in my body.
"Bruce.... Oh dear Lord in Heaven..... Bruce, I'm pregnant."
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Heyo! Here's another update for this baby. Man, this was getting so much fun to write again, but I think I'm gonna stop it.... right here.....because I'm evil >:)
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FanfictionI used to be a sweet little girl, with a loving father. My mother abandoned me a month after I was born, so my father says. But, I'm no ordinary girl now. I have special powers, and I know others with special powers. My father is Phil Coulson, and I...
