All I Ever Wanted

What about now?

"How much longer?" I said, pacing around the bathroom, feeling sick to my stomach, which became expected over the last few weeks. That and the fatigue, and the memory lapses. I can't tell you how many times I just completely forgot about things I was told about within the hour. Steven would laugh about it, but I think he's starting to get annoyed about how I wouldn't show up to concerts till halfway through because it completely escaped my mind. Or how many times the plane was delayed because I would go looking around the airport and forget what I was doing there.

I finally called Lizzie and told her about it, and she brought up that I could possibly be pregnant.

"Lizzie, I can't be." I said to her over the phone last week while we were stopped in Toronto "I can't handle a pregnancy right now! And, and... I'll be honest, not totally sure if Steven's up to being a dad again." I said, and looked down at my stomach. I didn't look like I'd gained any weight. Maybe a few pounds, but not enough to be pregnant. At least, I didn't think so.

"Look Amy, I know it's not something you expected, but you got to make sure. Don't worry about Steven right now. As soon as you can, take a pregnancy test and see what's what. Then worry about what to do. Okay?" Lizzie said, calming me down a bit.

"Okay, I'll take one soon."

I totally forgot until an hour ago when Lizzie asked me what the results were. I ran to the closest corner store to the LA hotel we were staying at and got a test. Now I sat in the hotel bathroom with the door locked and Lizzie on speaker phone, the preganancy test right next to my phone.

"About... fourty five seconds. Relax, Amy." Lizzie's voice said from the phone "Like I said, don't worry until you know for sure."

Putting my head in my face, I sighed "What if it's positive? What do I tell Steven? What if he doesn't want me to keep the baby? He's sixty six, what if he thinks he's too old to be a father? What if I don't want it? I'm almost twenty seven, I'm not ready for this!"

"Well, you better decide now. It's been three minutes."

"Lizzie, I'm scared. I don't wanna look."

"I'd do it for you, sweetie, but I kinda can't" Lizzie said.

I took a deep breath and approached the test. I looked at the little guide. Two lines, pregnant. One line, not pregnant. I picked it up, my hands shaking, and looked at the result.

"One line." I whispered to myself. "One line!" I said, louder "Lizzie, one line!"

"Okay... what does that mean?" Lizzie asked, cuelessly.

"I'm not pregnant. Oh God. This is a relief, honestly." I said and sat on the bathroom floor, laughing.

"I'm glad to hear you're so happy, but this just poses another question. What the fuck is wrong with you?" Lizzie said.

I stopped laughing and groaned "I don't know."

There was a knock on the door "Baby, hurry up. I need to pee." I got up and grabbed my phone, hanging up on Lizzie, and grabbed the test and the box, hiding it behind my back before opening the door and smiling at Steven.

"Sorry babe, I was talking to Lizzie." I said, leaning up to giving him a kiss before laughing a little.

"What's so funny there, Ms. Hale?" Steven asked.

"Your beard. It tickles." I said, giving him another kiss.

Steven backed away "Amy, I love you,, but I wasn't kidding. I need the bathroom."

I rolled my eyes "Fine fine." I said, sliding past him with my back against the wall.

"What are you doing? Why are you walking like that?" Steven asked