A/N - Hello, long time no speak lol. I know I've not updated in years but I'm on a bit of a roll with my other stories recently so I wanted to try and get this one going again. After all, Damon and Eliza are my loves.
It's a little throwback to them taking some pregnancy tests, it's something I wrote a little while ago but I wanted to post it as I'm not 100% sure where I want to go with this story next.
I would be very very grateful for any feedback and thoughts on where to go with this. I left it in 2014 and I wanted to do more 2014 stuff as that was peak dilf Damon era BUT I kind of also want to skip forwards to lockdown and more recent times (can you imagine Damo and Lyla isolating in Devon together?) but I just really don't know!
So if there's any particular storyline you want to see, please let me know. I'm genuinely all ears as I just can't decide what I want to do!
Anyway, enjoy this little throw back! Xx
15th February 1999
"I think I'm still hungover from New Years" I groaned, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand before collapsing on the bed next to Damon.
"You can't be hungover if you haven't stopped drinking since then" He muttered, a hand instinctively making its way to gently stroke my hair.
"Like you're any better" I scoffed, groaning slightly as a nauseous feeling spread throughout me, making me run to the toilet again.
"Not criticising, just saying" He laughed lightly from the bedroom, before making this way towards me. His hands gently rubbing my back as he held my hair away from my face.
"I feel like shit Dames" I sighed, letting myself fall back into his arms, my eyes closing as soon as I felt his chest behind me. I couldn't remember the last time I'd had a good, sick-free, nights sleep.
"Maybe we should go to the doctors today darling, this can't just be a hangover" He said gently, already knowing how much I'd disagree with his words.
"I think this is just what happens when you're drinking and taking as much as I've been, I think I'm getting too old for this shit" I groaned, the next words falling out of my lips before I really had a chance to think about them "If this is what being pregnant is like, then we're fucking adopting"
As soon as the words left my mouth, they hung heavy in the air. Surely my month and a half long hangover, couldn't actually be pregnancy symptoms?
"When was your last period?" Damon practically whispered, his thought process clearly the same as mine.
"I don't know" I stumbled out, the thoughts in my head running far faster than my brain could process "but they're always all over the place, you know that"
"I know, but maybe you should take a test" He said, the obvious excitement of what could be dripping from his words, no matter how much I knew he was trying to hide it "Just to be on the safe side"
"Okay" I reluctantly agreed, still adamant that this was just a hangover from hell "but it's going to be negative, you know that?"
"Better to be safe than sorry" He laughed, helping you back to the bed, before getting some clothes out from the wardrobe.
"It's a bit late for that" I muttered, not being able resist laughing at the situation.
What if's filled my head as I stared at the wall whilst waiting for him to return. If being pregnant meant nine months of this, then I wasn't too sure I wanted the test to be positive. Though, I knew myself and Damon felt ready for a child, well as ready as you can be. We'd both discussed it and both agreed we'd like a child, but that didn't make the thought of the test possibility being positive any less terrifying.
"Come on then darling, let's see what's going on" Damon's voice brought me out of my trance, a plastic bag from the corner shop placed on the floor in front of me.
"I got you some salted Pringles too" He grinned as he got everything out of the bag "Your favourite hangover cure"
"You know me too well" I laughed, though it was incredible forced, my mind was too focused on the pregnancy tests on the floor instead.
It didn't take long to sort the tests out, and now we were both sat on the floor of the bathroom, staring at the five plastic sticks on the floor. They were all face down and I wasn't sure if i'd be able to turn them over.
"Fucking hell Dames, what are we going to do if they're positive?" I sighed, though there was a small part of me which was hoping that they were. Sickness aside, the thought of getting to make Damon a father made me feel giddy with excitement.
"Is it bad I'm hoping that they're positive?" Damon whispered, a small smile on his lips.
"I sort of hope they are too" I laughed, instinctively reaching across to squeeze his hand "Though it'll be a fucking shock to the system if they are"
The beep from his watch, letting us know the timer was done, killed any more conversation.
I took a deep breath before slowly turning each one over, my heart racing faster as each one displayed two lines on it.
"They're all positive" I whispered, an uncontrollable grin taking over my face "Fucking hell Dames"
"I fucking love you Lyla darling" He finally said, his glassy eyes telling me everything I needed to know "We're going to be parents!"
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