SiX the Musical (& Cast) Oneshots

Take a chance

TW: Death, trauma, panic attacks, I haven't replied to many of your comments recently so I'll get to it, according to my schedule this is one of the last updates (I might not have written some requests which are still in the queue so apologies), this one's a bit sad so brace yourself xx (Aimie * John, Aimie * Maiya, Aimie * Natalie)

Aimie lay down on the sofa, picking Magic up and putting her on her belly. John followed her soon after, sitting by her head.

"How was your day?" she asked him.

He smiled. "Good, great, amazing..." He laughed. "Average. How about you?"

"I was let off," Aimie swallowed. He cupped her cheek. "I don't need sympathy."

"So what's that face, then?" he asked. Aimie pouted. "I see," he laughed. "It's okay, don't stress about it."

"No, I know, I'm not too pressed about it... But, I was thinking about our conversation last night."

John raised his eyebrow. "Really? I thought you were asleep."

"No," she laughed, sitting up. "I think we should."

He wrapped an arm around her waist, burying his face in her hair.

"Are you sure?"

"Never been too sure," she assured. "So, what do we do?"

"We have sex."

Aimie thought for a moment, and was about to say something, before stopping herself.

"You're not wrong... When?"

"Now?"

John picked her up, taking her to the bedroom, before throwing her on the bed, and began their long night of love-making.

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*Four months later*

Natalie knocked on the door of her best friend's house and stepped back, waiting for it to open. It would be the first time she'd seen Aimie since six months before, and she was over the moon to be reuniting with her.

"Aimie!" Aimie moved away from the doorway, allowing Natalie to enter. She enveloped her in a warm hug. "Babe, it's been ages," Natalie said, rocking her from side to side in her arms.

They settled in Aimie's living room, where John entered the picture.

"Tea, coffee?"

"Not for me, thank you."

John side hugged Natalie, before leaving the room.

"So, how's everything been?" Natalie asked, sitting beside Aimie.

Aimie smiled sadly. "Good... Just resting."

Natalie frowned. "Babe-"

"Hm?"

"Is there some-"

"No."

Natalie gave her an accusing look, taking her hand. "Sweetheart."

Aimie took a deep breath. "John and I have been trying for a child, recently," she gulped. Natalie smiled.

"Aimie! That's so sweet... although I thought you-"

"I got over that... John helped me." Natalie nodded, acknowledging Aimie's uncomfortable energy, which was ambiguous at first, until she noticed the tears pricking up in her eyes.

"Baby-"

"We've tried four times," Aimie stuttered, shaking.

"Four times? What happened?"

Aimie shook her head. "Honestly, Nat, I don't know... We went to the hospital... they just said I can't have kids. No reason. No examination. Nothing. I have everything anyone would need to have kids so I'm not taking their word for it."

"Aims..."

"John and I are distraught. We're not going to give up, though. I- I j- just..." she paused, before lowering her voice, "I don't want him to be disappointed in me... or regretting being with me. I'm letting all his dreams down."

"Don't say that," Natalie hushed. "Adoption is always an option."