White Lie - Chenford

Two Lines

"Much better." Yeah, right...

The next two days consisted of Lucy puking all day, calling out sick. Grey understood, giving her the time off. Though it didn't help that Bradford kept calling her like crazy.

Unfortunately, Lucy had been too busy sleeping or puking to find time in her day for Tim. Between all the hot teas and soups she had, she felt she was going to explode if she didn't interact either somebody.

"Chen! You finally answered. God, I was worried." Tim stumbled, surprised to have Lucy answer the phone.

"Hi, Tim. I'm sorry I'm out, but I don't feel good. At all. I've been throwing up since the last time we called." Lucy held her stomach, wincing.

"Yeah, I get it. Do you need anything? I could grab you some meds and food?" He offered, buckling his seatbelt and starting his car.

"Actually, that would be really nice."

"Great, I'll swing by that pharmacy around your place."

And after fifteen minutes, Tim arrived with a pharmacy bag in one hand, and take out in the other.

Lucy exited her room, dragging her feet to the front door.

"My head is on fire." Lucy groaned, putting her hair into a bun.

She may have been sick, but Tim had never seen her this adorable. She wore a large, gray T-shirt and white shorts. She had a mug of tea in her hand, and slowly walked over to her couch. Tim closed and locked the door, setting down the bags.

"So.. Lucy.." Tim started, rubbing his hands onto his jeans. She turned to face him, tired eyes boring into his alert ones. She let out a weak hum, and Tim continued.

"The pharmacist who was there asked about your symptoms and she suggested..."

"That I have the flu? Or a fever? It has to be a fever, I feel so hot all the time." Lucy cut him off, reaching for the white bag.

"No.. actually she suggested you might be pregnant." Tim said, right as Lucy pulled out a pregnancy test box.

"You're kidding, right?" Lucy's face went pale, more than it already had been. Unfortunately, Tim's face was dead serious.

"I can't be, I don't... there's no way." Lucy stammered, quickly getting up.

"Lucy.. Luce it's all right. You can take the test, just in case. Maybe she was wrong." Tim tried to calm her down.

"Okay." Lucy said sternly, and walked away and into her room.

The house stayed quiet. Tim waited for Lucy outside her bedroom, and a few minutes later she walked out.

"There's two lines, Tim." Lucy stood in shock.

"So.."

"So, this stick with my pee says i'm pregnant, Tim. That's what it means." Lucy huffed, throwing the plastic into the trash.

"You can't be.. we used protection." Tim was stunned. Never, ever, did he think this would happen.

"Not the other night we didn't." Lucy butted in.

Tim thought back, he'd been so horny he'd forgotten to use protection. Shit.

"Those tests aren't always accurate, we can go to a clinic tomorrow, or a nurse, and see for sure." Tim offered, waving his hands.

Lucy frantically nodded, tears starting to swell in her eyes. She wasn't ready to be a mother, she didn't want to be a mother yet. It was all too soon, she had just started her career, and this would definitely put it to an end.

"Tomorrow, okay." Lucy sniffled, scratching and her head as her other hand rested on her hip.

"I can leave, or stay.. I don't really know what to do."

"I need.. I don't know what I need, Tim. I think.. I think I want you to stay. Can you hold me?" Lucy looked up at him, suddenly much closer to him. Her eyes glossy with tears, and cheeks flushed.

"Yeah, yeah, I can hold you. Do you want to sleep? Or the medicine? We can eat if you're still hungry."

"Just medicine, and then bed." Lucy shuffled on her feet, gripping tightly onto his shirt. He pet her head.

The rest of the night consisted of silence, the two in Lucy's bed with her glued tight to Tim's side.