It's Not Easy

Let's wait

Adam stuck to his word, he made a public apology in the same paper that he first crapped all over Stevie. Up to the moment I read it I honestly didn't believe he would keep his promise, especially since it took him over a week to do it. We still get calls about it, the rumours have quieted down, but people haven't totally forgotten about it yet. I'm shocked to hear that some people actually believe what was said from the start and I know it hurts Stevie a lot, I remind her to put it behind her and move on.

After such an exhausting week, I thought we should go out, just the two of us and spend some much needed time by ourselves, but I ended up calling Mick, Stevie didn't want to. She's all about Sara and that is great really, but I miss my wife too. 

Mick and I parted much later than I intended to, I think it was around four in the morning when I fell into bed, I was pretty out of it. I heard Stevie wake up not much later, she probably stayed in Sara's nursery, allowing me to sleep it off. 

I  hear the bedroom door open and pull the bedsheet over my head, but Stevie takes a seat on the edge of my side of the bed and pulls it back down. I see her place a bowl of home made soup on the nightstand, my angel. “How are you feeling?” She runs her hand over the side of my face.

“It’s just my head is killing me. I can’t remember such terrible headache.” I shut my eyes for a long moment.

“I brought you some soup, but if you don’t feel hungry, I’ll reheat it for you later.”

“No.” I shake my head and manage a smile. “I’ll eat.”

"Of course you will." We both laugh and she climbs onto the bed and lies down by my side. “What else can I do for you?”

“Noting, sweetheart, just spend some time with your old man.”

“You’re so not old, Linds.”

“Well… we could argue, but I don’t feel like it now.”

“Yeah, you better eat that soup.” The bowl is halfway empty already.

“This is delicious. Did you cook it?”

“Can you imagine?”

I laugh again. “Man… you seriously have been watching those cooking shows while I’m not home.”

“They’re not half bad, to be honest. Only the ones though that aren’t fancy restauranty type. I could never manage anything from those.”

“I’d rather you cook me homely food.” I thank her by kissing the top of her head and set the bowl aside. “Gotta go to the bathroom.”

“There’s painkillers in the cabinet, might help with the headache.”

“Oh good, I’ll definitely search for those.”

I leave the bed and go to the bathroom after putting on my robe. It’s so unusual for me to be having a hangover, that’s something that happens... well, never in the recent years. I finish my business and start going through the cabinet for something that might kill the headache, when suddenly something catches my eye. I take it in my hand and stare at it. A few minutes pass when I open the bathroom door and stand still. “Steph?” She turns her head over to me and sighs, closing her eyes. “What’s this?”

“Well, I think you know what it is, it’s written on the box.”

I take another look of what’s in my hand. “But it’s not open.” I can't think of anything else to say.

“No, because I’m afraid.”

“I can't hide the fact I'm surprised you even have this, but what exactly are you scared of?” I come over and sit down next to her. “There’s obviously a reason why you have a pregnancy test.”

“I do have my suspicions…” She shrugs. “But… We were told a long time ago that... you know... and I’m not exactly twenty, and I had Sara not even a year ago… How likely do you think this is to happen? I don’t want to get all worked up and get my hopes up and be left disappointed. Again...”

I take her hand in mine. “I know that doctors told us there's almost no chance in me getting you pregnant, but... Things always go differently for us. And I understand. I know that you’ve always wanted us to have a baby. I mean… I’ll be there for you either way, you must know this. How long have you had this?”

“Karen got it for me like two days ago.”

“You should take it.”

“Linds… I…”

“Listen to me, angel. Let’s be realistic okay? We both understand there are chances of this going two ways, but let’s agree not to get overly upset if it’s not the result we expect, yeah? Just… we should act like adults for once.”

Half smile breaks on her lips and she nods. “Right, you’re absolutely right. But I’m so terrified…”

“Don’t be, I’m here with you, baby.” I reassure her once more and she takes a deep breath before disappearing into the bathroom.

She comes out about ten minutes later. I doubt she needed that long, but she most likely needed a moment. We're both desperate for that baby to be reality. We've seen a bunch of doctors over the years and none of them said that there was no chance whatsoever for us to have a kid, they said it was a very small possibility.

I've read the instructions by the time she joins me in our bedroom, so I'm aware we have to wait for a few minutes. While pregnancy tests are pretty accurate, they’re not right a hundred percent. Although, I know I couldn't containt myself if it turns out to be what we want.

“It’s 5:47, it's been more than a couple of minutes.”

“I know.”

“Why don’t you go look then?” She shoots me a look. “Alright, you’re afraid. I’ll go if you want.”

“You would?”

“Of course!”

“Please do.”

I take both her hands in mine and kiss each. I only step into the bathroom and look down on the counter and say nothing. My heart is about to jump out of my chest. I turn around to face her.

“Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.”

“But I think you might like to.” I can't stop myself from smiling.

“Positive?”

“Both, yes.”

“Oh god… Oh. My. God!” There’s nothing else I could say right now either. “Come here, hold me!” I happily oblige and we stay in a hug for what seems eternity.

“What are you feeling, sweetheart?”

“I’m… god, I’m happy! Of course I am, but I need to make sure.”

“You really think two pregnancy tests could have been wrong?”

“You never know, Linds, you never know. I need to see a doctor like now.” 

“Working hours are over, Stevie, let’s wait until tomorrow.”

“No. I can’t, I genuinely cannot sit still. There’s a possibility of me carrying your child inside me and I won’t be able to fall asleep not being certain.”

“Okay, but how does Stevie Nicks go to a doctor?” 

“That’s a fine question. Well, Karen kinda knows something’s up, so… I could call her and ask to find me someone. Maybe she even knows a good doctor.”

"I'm just as excited as you are, but I think we should wait until tomorrow, when we can see Dr. Anderson. She was there when you were expecting Sara, don't you think it's best?"

"Yes, yes you're right, I'm just... God..."

"I know." I laugh pulling her against me. "I love you."

"I love you so much."

She won't be the only one unable to sleep tonight.

I can't decide. Do I finish this, write something else and then do a sequel or are you okay with this story being a little longer? :)