Emily, Come Home

Six

 "Baby, are you okay?" He asked from the doorway. I wiped my mouth as I flushed the toilet.

"Yeah, I guess I'm just coming down with something," I dismissed. He watched me anxiously. His eyes danced back and forth fearfully.

"Are you sure? The last time you were sick..." He trailed off as he stared at me. "How long's it been since your last..."

"I... I don't know," I replied honestly.

"Should- Should I get a test from the store?"

I felt none of the other symptoms. If he thought I was, he'd have to take me to a hospital. I'd be able to leave the house. If I took a test, I could say it was positive, even if it wasn't. He probably wouldn't even ask to see it.

"Yeah," I agreed. "It would explain a lot."

"Does it matter what kind?"

Blue dye was notorious for evaporation lines and false positives. If I waited long enough, there should be enough of a line to convince him.

"Get a blue dye. They're the most accurate," I lied. He nodded and hurried out of the room.

I hated to lie to him, but at least I'd finally be able to get out of the house.

* * * * *

I smiled at the very faint line on the test. It initially showed that it was negative, but after about ten minutes, the evap line appeared. I feigned nervousness as I opened the bathroom door. He pushed off the wall that he was leaning on and looked at me expectantly.

"Well?" I handed it to him and watched as he squinted. "What does it mean if there are two lines?"

"It means that I'm pregnant." His eyes widened as he stepped back.

"Oh, fuck," he muttered to himself as he ran a hand through his hair. He leaned back against the wall. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." He sank to the floor.

"Gee," I cooed as I squatted down in front of him. "Hey, it's okay. We can do this."

"But, we'll have to take you to the hospital. I'll have to tell Mom and Dad. I'll have to tell Mikey..."

"Weren't we going to anyway? This just means it has to be a little sooner rather than later." I heard his breaths shorten.

Oh, shit. He's having a panic attack.

"This is moving too fast..." He mumbled incoherently.

"Gee," I said soothingly as I grabbed his hands. "It's going to be okay, love. We can tell them together. I already made the choice to stay with you. So, there's nothing to be afraid of."

"Frank told them that I kidnapped you. Don't you think that it's going to raise some questions if I bring you around? I told Mikey that I hadn't even talked to you."

"Baby, listen to me. Slow, deep breaths." He inhaled and exhaled slowly. "I already thought about that. I'll tell them that we met in town and started talking. We reconnected, and it made Frankie jealous. So, when I stopped talking to him, it made him paranoid. It's going to be okay."

"Do you really think so?" He had tears in his eyes.

"I do."

"Okay," he sniffled as he wiped his eyes. "When should we tell them?"

"Well, we should go to the hospital first," I laughed quietly.

"Okay," he sighed. Without warning, he leaned forward and threw his arms around me. "I love you so much, Em."

"I love you too, Gee. I love you too."