Things Have Changed For Me (Fall Out Boy and Panic! at the Disco Fanfic)

The Doctor's Appointment

Once we get back in the room, I tell her everything that's happened. I tell her that it's not Brendon's baby.

She's quiet for a mintue then asks, "Are you sure you want to keep it?"

"I'm sure," I mumble.

After that, the appointment goes on without any problems until the end.

"Have you had any mental or health problems in past," the doctor asks.

"None except for some asthma when I was a kid," I lie.

I don't want to tell her about the depression, the suicide, and the cutting. I don't like reliving the past.

"She was diagnosted with depression a little while ago," Brendon hesitantly says.

"Oh really," she asks raising an eyebrow at me.

"Yeah, she tried to commit suicide, and she would cut herself," he explains.

"Why are you doing this," I ask him with tears in my eyes.

"Because I'm trying to keep you and the baby out of harm's way," he gently says wrapping his arms around me.

"He should tell me this because when some women are pregnant they get depressed, and since you've had a bad case of it in the past it could be ten times worse for you and the baby. That's why you need to lean on Brendon. I'll give you some medicine that should help. Don't worry it's not harmful to you or the baby, but just like all medicine it will have some side effect on you," she explains.

She scribbles something really quick on her note pad and hands it to me.

When we get in the car, I start crying.

Brendon pulls me into a hug, and whispers, "Babe, don't stress over this. Everything will be okay."

I don't say anything. I continue to cry.

"That's it I'm taking you to a spa as soon as we get the medicine filled," he says.

"I don't want to go," I mumble.

"Then stop crying," he softly says.

I try my best to stop crying. I wipe the tears from my face, and he kisses me on the lips.

"Good. Now lets go get these weird named pills filled," he says laughing.

We go by CVS, and get the pills filled. We stop by a pizza place and eat. He makes me take all of the prenatal and anitdepression pills. We walk to the car laughing.

"I can't believe you ate twenty slice of pizza," he laughs.

"Hey, I'm eating for two people here," I say laughing.

We drive back to the tour bus, and Brendon says, "Since you wouldn't let me take you to the spa, I get to give you a massage."

I look over at him, and he's smirking.

"That's fine with me. My feet are hurting anyway," I say smiling.

He gently lays his hand on the small of your back, and we walk into the tour bus.