All American: One Shots

You+Me=Three

It had been 9 months.

9 months of negative tests. 9 months of trying to conceive. 9 months of dreaming about becoming parents. 9 months of how they thought of what life would be like with a baby in it. 9 months of thinking about how their life would change.

9 months of no luck.

Olivia wanted their life to be filled with doctor appointments, ultrasound checkups to see their baby growing, and a scrapbook made with pictures taken week after week of her bump until she reached the day to give birth.

She wanted to go to mommy and me classes and learn how to change a diaper. She wanted to discuss what color they would paint the nursery. What theme would it be, if they were having a boy or girl, and how their baby would look?

Would they grow up to be strong like Olivia, and selfless like Spencer? If they would get Olivia's nose and Spencer's eyes. How in just short of 9 months they would be holding a little mix of both of them.

But instead, their life was filled with a drawer full of negative pregnancy tests in their bathroom.

They had spent the last 9 months wishing that the next test she would take would be positive. Yet they would be disappointed month after month seeing the test turn negative. Adding it to the graveyard where the other tests laid to rest at the bottom of their bathroom drawer.

And with each month passing, Olivia would lose hope in her dream of becoming a mother and giving the chance for Spencer to become a father too.

Life had never been easy for Spencer and Olivia and this had been no different. Test after test, and month after month, Olivia would get frustrated. She would get angry, sad, and annoyed that they had been trying everything that was recommended to her, and still seemed to come up short every time.

She lived a healthier lifestyle, took vitamins, got eight hours of sleep every night, hired an assistant, and took as much stress off herself as she possibly could.

She did everything she could in her power to have a baby. Yet even after all of that, there was no baby, but another negative pregnancy test to remind her of it.

They both got everything they could have ever dreamed of.

Their dream wedding was at the venue they wanted it to be in. Their dream honeymoon traveling around Europe. Their dream career with Spencer now playing for the Los Angeles Rams, and Olivia was now the youngest woman to be co-editor-in-chief at the L.A tribune.

She had finally got the big office she had always wanted with her gold-plated name on the door, and the floor to ceilings windows she had dreamed of. They bought their dream home in the neighborhood with good schools, and well-manicured parks.

They had everything they had ever wanted. The only thing they were missing now was a baby.

"What if I can't have a baby?".

Olivia broke down in Spencer's arms after the 9th attempt. The 9th failed pregnancy test. Her dreams of becoming a mom quickly fading into the distance.

The light at the end of the tunnel seemed to be nonexistent. And the dream of filling their home with babies was quickly vanishing before their eyes.

Olivia was now 30. She knew the statistics and how for some it would be harder to conceive in their 30s. Olivia knew the rate of getting pregnant in her 30s would start to decline.

She read all the books and articles about it. She knew the longer she waited to have a baby, the harder it would be to conceive.

Yet she wanted to wait until both their careers were established. They wanted to enjoy their 20s and have children in their 30s. More so Olivia had wanted to.