Unexpected Love

32. Getting Used To It

Three days had passed since they discovered the joyous news, and Lucy now officially entered her third week of pregnancy. However, beneath the surface of her happiness, a nagging fear had begun to grow. She found herself constantly checking for signs of complications, worrying that any cramp or twinge could spell disaster.

Angela noticed her apprehension and pulled Lucy into a comforting embrace. "Hey," Angela whispered, rubbing circles on Lucy's back, "what's going on in that beautiful mind of yours?" Lucy looked up, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I'm just so scared," she confessed. "What if something goes wrong? We've come so far..." Angela's heart ached at the sight of Lucy's fear, but she knew better than anyone else that these feelings were natural.

"It's okay to be scared, Luce," she comforted. "But we have to believe in us, and in our little miracle. We've got this." Lucy sniffled, nodding her head slightly as she leaned further into Angela's embrace. She closed her eyes, allowing Angela's warmth and love to wash over her like a protective shield.

"You're right," she said finally, her voice stronger. "We'll get through this together." Angela pressed a gentle kiss to Lucy's forehead. "Always," she replied, her voice filled with conviction.

The next morning, Lucy and Angela headed to work, their secret still carefully guarded. Lucy approached Tim, with a forced smile, her mind preoccupied with concerns about her pregnancy and the impending conversation with Grey.

"Morning, Tim," she greeted, hoping her nerves weren't showing. *Please don't let anything happen today.* she pleaded silently. Meanwhile, Angela made her way to the detective area, her heart heavy with worry.

As much as she wanted to share their news with Grey, she understood Lucy's apprehension. She was only a few weeks pregnant. She took a deep breath and tried to focus on the case files spread out on her desk, knowing she had to keep her mind sharp.

The precinct buzzed with activity around them, oblivious to the monumental shift happening in their lives. Angela glanced over at Lucy, who was engrossed in conversation with Tim, her hands absently rubbing her lower abdomen.

A wave of protectiveness washed over her, and she made a mental note to talk to Grey soon, ensuring he'd be aware of Lucy's condition and the need for his support.

After a grueling shift that seemed to stretch on forever, Angela and Lucy were finally able to head home. Lucy's exhaustion was palpable, and her mood swings had been rampant throughout the day, causing Angela to tread on eggshells.

In the car, Lucy's frustration bubbled over, and she snapped at Angela over silly matters.

Angela took each verbal blow with grace, understanding that Lucy's hormones and anxiety were to blame. *This is all new to her, and she's scared.* she thought empathetically.

When they arrived home, Angela helped Lucy inside, guiding her to the couch and wrapping a blanket around her shoulders. She handed Lucy a glass of water and knelt down in front of her, taking both of her hands in hers. "I know this is hard, love," Angela said softly, "but we're in this together, okay? You don't have to fight everything alone."

Lucy looked at her, tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm sorry," she whispered, "I just...I don't want anything to happen to our baby." Angela's heart ached at the sight of Lucy's vulnerability.

"I know," she soothed, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to Lucy's forehead. "And I promise we'll do everything we can to protect them. But you need to take care of yourself too, Luce." Lucy nodded, her grip on Angela's hands tightening.