Rewriting the stars (a Phillip x Anne fanfic)

The end is the beginning

Anne's POV
I can't believe it. I'm pregnant? It's the only logical explanation. Will Phillip be upset? I know he wants kids, but maybe it's too soon.

I walk out of the bathroom, still trying to comprehend what's happened. It's not until he clears his throat that I realize Phillip is awake.

"Are you okay?" He asked me.

"What? Of course, why?"

"You seem distracted. Did something happen?"

"No, no. Everything's perfect." I assured him, slipping back under the covers.

He seemed satisfied with the answer, but who knows, he might not be. I felt his arms wrap around me, wondering how I would tell him. This should be interesting.

Phillip's POV:
I wake up, ready for a great day. I move my arms to Anne's side of our bed, but she isn't there.

"Huh, that's weird."

Suddenly, I hear the bathroom door slowly open, and I see Anne walking out of it. She looks a little lost in thought, or just, I don't know, different. I clear my throat so she's aware that I'm awake.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, of course. Why?"

"You seem distracted. Did something bad happen?"

"No, don't worry. Everything's perfect."

Anne comes back over and slowly climbs back next to me. I reach my arms around Anne, since that usually always makes her feel better. I can feel her relax at my touch, and I begin to think that she's fine after all.

Anne's POV: (that night at the show)
I was freaking out! I had survived practice without anyone (especially Phillip) thinking that there was something wrong with me, but now I was so worried that someone was going to figure it out! I just had to keep myself calm, and act natural.
I mentally calmed down, and I breathed in and out several times to calm myself physically.

"Okay, everyone, ten minutes to show time!" Phillip walked into the dressing area and got all of our attention.

Everyone else kept getting ready and finished perfecting their routines, but I just stared at Phillip for a moment. Come on, Anne, I thought, you need to be natural.

"Hey, Anne. Are you ready?" Phillip approached me, grabbing both of my hands.

"Y-yeah." I stuttered.

"Are you nervous? You seem off." He observed.

"No. No, I'm great."

"Okay..."

Phillip's POV: (during Anne's routine)
Anne looked amazing up there, doing all her tricks, not having to worry about potential injuries or people, you know, killing us.

I squinted slightly, looking at her face a bit closer. It was very pale, but flushed at the same time. I don't think it's just the lighting. Maybe she isn't okay.

After the show is finally done, I rush back to the area Anne is changing. She's still in her clothes from the performance, but her wig and makeup is off.

"Hey. You did great out there, but are you sure you're okay?" I asked her.

"Phillip, I'm fine." She protested.

"Anne, it's okay to not be. You just need to tell me so I know how I can help you."

"Phillip, we can't do this right now." She took a step forward, but she immediately lost her balance, and placed a hand on the side of her head, a clear sign of a headache.