𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔪𝔢

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔣𝔦𝔣𝔱𝔶-𝔬𝔫𝔢

don't worry your pretty little mind.

"Tyler...I think I'm pregnant." Tyler let out a small chuckle.

"You're not pregnant," he told her, the thought making his chuckle turned into a laugh.

"Tyler, this isn't funny," she whined. "I'm almost a month late." Tyler sat up, trying to stop his laughter.

"You're not pregnant, Jacey. You're not. There's no way possible."

"I know my body, Tyler," she continued to whine.

"That's all well and good, but I know it better, sweetie. You are just stressed."

"STRESSED! What am I possibly stressed about?"

"Well, for starters, we just got out of a rough patch, you found out your best friend is gay...ish, you were really worked up over the benefit and public speaking. Oh, you quit your job, hunting down Jimmy's father, and Steven moved in with your mother. You've been freaking out the past month. Jacey, trust me. You are NOT pregnant," he explained before pulling her in and kissing the top of her head.

"But what if you're wrong and I am pregnant?"

"Okay, then you're pregnant, love," Tyler told her calmly.

"I wanted to do things before this. Like I wanted to be married and..."

"Okay, we'll get married."

"I don't want to get married because I'm pregnant," she said, sitting up.

"I'm going to marry you either way. It'll just happen sooner."

"But..."

"But what, Jacey? Pregnant or not, it doesn't matter. What do you want me to do?" Tyler asked, looking her in the eyes.

"Freak out! This is a big deal," she told him with a panicked look.

"You're doing enough of that for the both of us," Tyler said, chuckling a bit. After taking in the look on her face, he continued, "But we can schedule a doctor's appointment or get some pregnancy tests. Whatever you need or want to make you feel better about this."

"Ice cream?" She asked with a pathetic look on her face.

"Your period will be here soon. You want ice cream," Tyler said with a small smile. "We have cookie and cream and strawberry," he told her, getting out of bed.

"You get a bowl of strawberry, and get me cookies and cream, and we'll share," she suggested.

"And we have M&M's," he said as if speaking to a five-year-old before making his way out of the room.

***

"Baby," Jacey whined from the couch, trying to curl her body into a smaller ball.

"I have the heating pad ready," Tyler said quickly as he entered the room. He placed the heating pad on her tummy before giving her two pills and some water. "Now, do you believe the six pregnancy tests you took?" Jacey groaned as she took the pills, then rested her head on the couch.

"I'm hurting. No sarcasm."

"Okay, okay, no sarcasm," Tyler said with a small chuckle. "How about you get comfortable? I'll put on the Titanic. Then I will fix you a bowl of ice cream to hold you over while I go grab some Taco Bell, cookie dough, and more M&M's," Tyler suggested.