Marty and Rosie

❤︎sitting on the bathroom floor❤︎

"Hey, sweetheart," Rosie said, walking into their small kitchen.

"Hey, Princess," Marty said, pouring a cup of coffee, and adding lots of sugar. "Hey, are we still on for dinner with your parents tonight after school?"

   Rosie and Marty were both attending the local college for different degrees, after each taking a gap year. Marty was studying music, and Rosie was studying history. It made perfect sense for the two. It meant everything from walking each other to and from the classes they had near each other to studying and writing essays together. They were loving every second of the time given.

   "Oh shit, is that today?" Rosie asked, laughing lightly. She looked at the calendar, counting the days, realizing that she didn't know the date.

   "What's wrong?" Marty asked, walking up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. He noticed her counting on her fingers, focused. She turned her head to kiss him, both still in their pajamas.

   "I'm like... a week late," she said, confusion written in her voice. 

   "That's odd," Marty said, separating from her and taking another drink of his coffee, before briefly choking. "Wait, really?"

   "Yeah," she said. The two looked at each other, before walking to the bathroom. That was one thing about the married couple. They knew each other's next move before they could execute it. She grabbed a box from under the sink.

   "You just have that on hand?" Marty asked curiously.

   "Mmhmm," she replied.

"Okay, has it been five minutes yet?" Marty asked Rosie, the two sitting on the bathroom floor, counting down the minutes. They were still in their pajamas, and neither one had brushed their hair yet.

"It hasn't even been two, sweetheart," she replied. He leaned his head on her shoulder, and she kissed the top of his head. "I really wish we had a time machine right about now." Her husband laughed lightly, knowing that a time machine wouldn't do them much good.

"Pretty ironic if you ask me," he said softly, knowing that Rosie was distracted at the moment. She moved her body so she was facing him.

"Hey," she said, getting his attention. She knew that Marty had always wanted kids, and even though they hadn't planned on it yet, she knew that everything happened for a reason. He looked at her and gave a soft smile. "Whatever happens, it's okay. If it's negative, and we really want to, we can start trying for a baby after we've graduated."

"Okay," he said, smiling at her. She kissed him quickly before sitting back against the wall. They sat in silence as they waited. The small kitchen timer rang after what seemed like forever, and Rosie reached up to grab the stick.

"Ready?" She asked him, taking his hand. He nodded nervously. She flipped the stick in her hands, seeing the two lines. "Oh my god."

"What?" He asked. She smiled widely, nodding. Marty let out a breathy laugh, smiling giddily. He leaned forwards, kissing her. The two smiled at each other, realizing what was happening. Marty then began to count on his fingers.

   "What are you doing?" She asked.

   "How old will the baby be in 2015?" He asked. Rosie was taken aback by the question, but also began to do the math. The looked at each other.

   "We did it," she said excitedly. "We changed the future."

   "Great Scott," Marty said lightheartedly. Rosie giggled lightly, tucking her head into his chest. The young couple sat on the bathroom floor, thinking.

   "This is crazy. I mean, we haven't even finished school yet," she said, thinking out loud.

   "Yeah, but we kinda did always do things fast," he replied. She gave him a questioning look. "Think about it. We became best friends after knowing each other for like... four minutes. We decided to date while we were high on adrenaline from timetravel. I proposed to you when we were nineteen."

   "You're right," Rosie said with a laugh. She sighed when she realized she had to get ready for school. Marty stood up, holding out his hand for her to take. She gladly took it in her own, standing up. He kissed her head.

   "We can ditch today," Marty said. She smiled at him, before shaking her head.

   "I'd love to, but I have a huge test next week. Plus, I'll probably be missing a lot of classes soon," she said. Marty nodded.

   "Alright. Just remember that we're in this together. If you need anything, let me know," he said.

   "I love you," she said, and he kissed her quickly.

   "I love you more. Now, let's get dressed," he laughed. The two changed and stood in the bathroom once again, both doing their hair. They laughed as they battled for who got to use the majority of the mirror. Rosie shoved herself in front of her husband, leaning forward as she pulled her hair back into a ponytail. "That's unfair."

   "You can use it in a second," Rosie giggled, turning her head slightly to see the side of her face. Marty used that time to sneak a kiss on her cheek. "Damn it, you still make me blush."

   "It's what I do," he said. They left the room, and Marty tossed their school bags into his truck. They sat in their designated seats, driving towards the local college. When they got there, Marty began to complain. "I don't want you to go."

   "I'm only in the next building over. It's a three minute walk, sweetheart," she replied. He smiled, leaning down and kissing her. She set her hand on his cheek out of habit.

   "Well in that case, I'll walk you there," he said, taking her bag from her. She smiled gratefully, feeling the weight lift from her shoulders. The two walked across the grass.

   "God, I'm gonna miss skateboarding across here," she said.

   "Why can't you skateboard here?" He asked. She laughed loudly.

   "Because you can't skateboard when you're pregnant, Martin," she said. He laughed, setting his hand on his neck.

   "Oh, yeah. Forgot about that."