Surviving Ricky (A Ricky Horror/ MIW fan fic)

We All Fall Down

"The taxi is here, I'm leaving now." I said to Ricky while putting on my shoes.

He came over and kissed my head. "Alright, I'll see you later."

"Bye."

"Bye, I love you."

"Love you, too." I said while leaving the RV and getting into the taxi.

I gave the taxi driver the directions to the doctors office and then we were off.

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I've now been in this office for an hour, bored out of my mind.

I had to take a whole bunch of different tests, and no one was telling me anything.

"Abigail Olson?" The nurse called.

I quickly got up from my seat and followed the nurse inside a room to wait for the doctor.

After a few moments, a knock was coming from the door and my doctor walked in.

"Abigail, it's so nice to see you." My doctor said. I haven't seen her since before I was with Ricky. "I see you've gotten married? Congratulations."

"Thanks." I smiled. Is she going to tell me what's wrong now?

"So, I might as well just cut to the chase." She said, folding her hands in her lap. Finally! "You're pregnant."

My jaw dropped. This cannot be happening.

Are you fucking kidding me?

"No, seriously tell me what's wrong." I said to her.

"You're pregnant. Congratulations." She repeated. "You're only about a month in. You have plenty of time to go."

I might as well just shoot myself now. Ricky's going to hate me. The band is going to hate me. I'm going to be kicked out and into the streets with a new born child.

Ricky is going to be so mad.

"I'm going to need to schedule an appointment for you to come in, in two months." She said to me.

"I'm travelling." I said, blankly.

"When will you be back from your travels?" She asked me. I looked down at the all access pass that hung from my pants. I looked at the dates.

"Next month..." My voice trailed off.

"Perfect. I'll schedule your appointment." She said, typing something into the computer. "Have a nice day." She smiled before standing up and leaving the room.

That's when I broke down into tears.

I cannot tell Ricky.

I sat there for a few minutes trying to calm myself down. Once I was finally composed, I gathered my things and left the room.

I went outside and then checked my phone.

I had a text from Brielle. It said, 'Hey I just got to the venue and you're not here? Where the hell are you?'

I decided just to call her.

After a few rings, she answered.

"Hello?" She asked.

"Hey." I mumbled.

"Where are you? Are you hiding from me?" She laughed.

"No... I'm at the doctors. Do you think you can come pick me up?" I asked her.

I heard her whisper something on the other side of the line. "Piper's making me do your merch shit, can I send Chris?"

"Yeah"