{ a/n- I had to }
Wait are two lines good or bad? #mightbepregnant
Grace can't stop staring at the tweet. Everybody knows it's Joey, he vlogged about it, but it still rattles her. Something about it isn't right. It scares her. The top response is even worse.
Is Fridiary not the only thing late then?
Fridiary isn't the only that's late. At this point Grace wouldn't even call it late, it's missing. And it has been for two months. She's freaked out by it, and it freaked her out even more that that was what Joey decided to tweet about.
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"You heard it here first," Joey says with a laugh. "Grace might be pregnant." Grace's heart thumps in her chest, her head spinning and her vision blurring. The begin signs of a panic attack.
"Yep," she agrees nervously, "might be pregnant." Joey keeps talking and then makes some comment about Harry Styles being on her shirt, reaching to play with the fabric. Grace wants to pull away, not wanting to let him near her stomach. She's terrified of the prospect of a small bump being there. When the camera was off, Joey commented on her visible discomfort.
"Are you okay, Grace? If the tweet was too far, I can take it off-" Joey starts. Grace shakes her head.
"No, it's fine, I'm just feeling a bit off." Grace lies, packing up the camera and recording equipment.
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"Grace?" Chester's voice echoes through the house. "You home?"
"Yeah, I'm in the bedroom." Grace calls back, shutting her phone off as Chester comes through the doorway. He wraps his arms around Grace from behind, his hands traveling to her abdomen and settling comfortably there. Grace wants to flinch away and hide, but she refrains. She has to refrain.
"Are you alright, love, you're really tense?" Chester asks.
"Of course, everything is fine." Grace assures him. "Why wouldn't it be?" Chester just shrugs and goes to change into pajamas. Grace picks up a baggy jumper and sweatpants and goes to the bathroom to change.
"You're going to change in the bathroom?" Chester questions. Grace bits her lips nervously.
"Um yeah, I just-sorry." She replies.
"Don't be sorry." Chester says, waving her along into the next room. Grace goes and shuts the door, bolting the lock with a soft click. She takes her shirt over her head and stands in front of the mirror, looking at her side profile. Her normally flat stomach is now swollen and slightly protruding, the tan skin blemished with stretch marks running down her lower abdomen. Grace's hands rest naturally on the exposed skin, rubbing gently over it. Closing her eyes, she lets the feeling of skin on skin relax her.
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The clock reads 2:17am when Grace jolts awake, her heart pounding, a colossal wave of anxiety crashing over her. It's like every concern she's had recently is screaming in her ear, a perpetual shriek of worry. And the loudest one rings clear, over and over and over again.
I might be pregnant.
And suddenly Grace is out of bed, out of her room, and out of the house. She's in her car, driving down the street to the nearest CVS. Her hands shake on the steering wheel but she's not crying, not yet. Everything is numb.
The open twenty four hours CVS comes into view and she pulls into the parking lot, her tires squealing on the pavement. When she quietly enters the store, she notes the only other people there at almost 2:30am is a crew of drunk frat boys looking for food. She takes a deep breath and goes to the medical aisle, pulling down one of the available pregnancy tests. She's too worried and curious to wait until she gets home to take the test, so she goes to the bathroom and locks a stall.
Ten minutes of waiting later and Grace picks up the test with shaking hands. Two lines stare back at her, blurring as the tears finally come, streaming down her face. Her resolve melts away and she slumps against the wall, tears pouring out of her eyes, as she sobs quietly. She dials Chester's number with trembling fingers. He picks up after four rings.
"Grace, where are you?!"
"Chester, I'm so sorry. I'm at the CVS, I need you. I'm terrified."
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Chester speeds to the CVS and bursts into the store, running to the bathroom and finding Grace's stall. She's in the family stall, the one every public bathroom has with the changing table and the toilet set back into the wall. She's leaning against the wall, her eyes rimmed red and bloodshot, her trembling hands resting on her stomach, and a pregnancy test flung onto the cold tile floor.
"Ch-Ches, I'm s-so sorry." Grace hiccups out as Chester envelopes her in a fierce and protective embrace. He rubs her back, not asking any questions. He can feel her hands making a barrier between their torsos, like she can't bare to move them. "I'm terrified." She admits. Chester looks her in the eye and wipes a tear away.
"I know it's scary baby, and there's a lot of things about this to be scared about, but you've just got to think about that tiny little baby you're carrying. They're counting on you, Gracie. They love you and they need you. Despite all the things about this that terrify you, you'll always have that tiny human to love you. And you'll always have me to love you too." Chester tells her gently. Grace lets out a shaky breath she didn't even know she was holding in and gives a cautious smile. She looks to her abdomen, her eyes filled with wonder at the thought of small baby counting on her.
"I love you, little one. And I love you, Chester." She whispers, kissing Chester's cheek.
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The next day, Grace tweets a picture of the positive pregnancy test as way of an announcement.
Update: two lines are very good. @chestersee and I are expecting a new house resident in December of 2015.
