Angel Next Door

Baby Makes Three?

*Week Later*

Third Person POV:
Evan and (Y/N) sit in Evan's car. Evan stares at the flashing Walgreens' sign. People pass them going to and from the store, but they pay them no mind in their own little world.

Evan's POV:
"Ok so how are we gonna do this? If we just go in and get one then the press will have a field day." I flop my head back against the headrest rubbing my palm over my face, my other hand is locked with (Y/N)'s my thumb rubbing the back of her hand in an attempt to sooth her.

Her silence makes me look at her, "hey? Baby you ok?" Her eyes stay in her lap, "just thinking" she whispers so low I barely understand.

Things have been so awkward between us lately that I worry about where we stand right now. I won't-can't loose her again.

"What if I am pregnant? How...." She trails off, I can tell her mind is racing so fast her words can't catch up.

"I love you. I need you to know that (Y/N). If it turns out you are pregnant, I won't leave. You're stuck with me. Forever."

Her tear filled eyes finally meet mine, "Evan how are we gonna raise a baby? We don't even live in the same state. I-we-this" her breaths speed up as she begins to hyperventilate.

"Baby stop. Breathe." I take her face in my hands using my thumb to wipe her tears away, "baby listen to me. We will figure this out ok. I love you so much and if there is a baby I will love him or her too. We aren't even sure you're pregnant yet so there may be nothing to panic over." She nods composing herself. "Ok."

*Fifteen Minutes Later*

"Any ideas?"
"None. You?"
".....no."
"Evan let's face it, there is no way we can do this discreetly so we might as well say to hell with it and just do it."
"Alright let's go."

"So.....which one?"
"I don't really have a preference, I'm just as new at this as you are buddy." I stick my tongue out at her, at least she smiles a little at that.

While (Y/N) looks at the overwhelming shelves of 'are you or are you not?' pee sticks, I busy myself swiveling my head around to make sure no one is paying us any attention when I spot a problem heading our way.

Shit. Shit. Triple shit.

Emma gives a little wave when she spots me, in my failing attempt at looking sane, I do some weird bobble head nod before looking down at my very confused girlfriend.

"Emma coming over." (Y/N) instantly pales.
"What do we do?" She whispers back.
"I don't know." I mouth just as I feel the tap on my shoulder.

Taking a deep breath, I turn to face Emma. "Evan hey it's so good to see you!" Before I process what's happening I'm engulfed in Emma's arms. I realize instantly how my feelings have changed towards her.

"How are you? What's new in your life?" She asks once she releases me.
"I'm great. I'm back together with (Y/N) and we are super happy." I turn to pull (Y/N) next to me; not to rub our relationship in Emma's face but just because I want her next to me; but find that she has pulled an Elvis and left the building.

A quick scan of my surroundings and I find her at the checkout holding a bag, waiting patiently for me to come to her.

"Emma I hate to cut this short but it seems (Y/N) is waiting for me."
"Oh no Evan it's fine. Glad I got to see you." Another hug.
"Bye."
"Bye."

*Back At Home*

"So...you pee on this thing, wait for a bit, then bam! you find out which end of the battery you are?"
She rolls her eyes, "Which end of the ba-really Evan?"

I peck her nose, "sorry stupid humor, I'm just freaking out. The thought of me being a daddy is kind of...I just can't picture it."
"Same with me being a mommy-wow that sounds weird coming out of my mouth." She huffs a humorless laugh.
"You'd be a great mommy. I have no doubt about that at all. You're amazing."
"Thank you. Just for the record, you'd make a damn awesome daddy." With a kiss she heads into the bathroom.

"What the hell is taking so long?"
"I'm sorry I'm not peeing fast enough to please you. Chill out would ya?"
"Sorry." I lean my forehead against the cool wood of the door and almost fall face first into her when she opens the door. I open my mouth to question just how long it'll take when she cuts me off, "two minutes. Just chill."

*Two Minutes Later*

Your POV:
"I did my part. I peed on the stick so now you get to look." I can't help but laugh at the disgusted look he makes.
"You pee you check. I sit here and do the freaking out. That's my plan."
"Chicken." I mutter heading back into the bathroom.

Two deep breaths later I finally get the courage to look.