The Archer | T.D. ✔

Chapter Thirty-Five

Rory stared at the tests, all of them were negative yet again but it only rose more questions in her. Was this another false negative, or was she not pregnant and her body was acting weird. Rory inhaled deeply trying to calm her rising anger, to no avail. As a result, she punched the mirror and shattered it with her fist. 

"Fuck!" Startled at her own actions, she jumped back and saw her knuckles were bleeding.

What kind of idiot punches a mirror?

She took more deep breaths, calming her heart rate some before there was a knock at the door. "Rory, is everything okay?" Roy called from the other side.

"Yeah," she nodded. "I'm okay, just give me a minute and I'll be right out." Digging under the sink, Rory searched for the first aid kit. She felt around with her good hand only to find it was not there, so where did she leave it? With a sigh, she wrapped her hand in a towel to soak the blood coming from her hand and she unlocked the door.

"What was all the cursing from?" Roy asked as she left the bathroom. Rory kept her eyes to the floor and her hand pressed to her chest, avoiding Roy's look because she didn't want to go into detail. "And what happened to your hand?"

"It's fine," she muttered as she searched under the kitchen sink, letting out a sound of triumph as she found it and pulled it out. "They were all negative like I said they would be Harper." She placed the kit on the counter and pulled out bandages and cleaning wipes before hunching over the counter and tried to pick the glass out with her left hand.

"What was all negative?"

Rory froze in her spot, dropping the tweezers on the floor. She didn't have to turn around to see who was there with Roy, what she wanted to know was how long he was there and what exactly he had heard. 

"Songbird, what was negative and why is your hand bleeding?" Tim asked, stepping towards her slowly. Rory swallowed and bit her lip, this was not how she imagined this conversation starting. Hell, she wasn't actually expecting him to talk to her like he still loved her but she had heard it plain as day. There was still a sense of adoration in his tone when he spoke to her like he always did. 

"I uh, I punched the mirror." she chuckled weakly, running her good hand through her hand scared to turn around and meet his eyes. Even though he spoke like he still loved her, she was worried that he wouldn't look at her like he did before she left.

"What kind of idiot punches a mirror?" he asked. Rory still hadn't turned around, but she could feel that Tim was right behind her. She watched as his hand reached around and gripped her wrist and slowly turned Rory to look at him. Rory's breath caught in her throat as she watched his hand bring her injured one up and press a soft kiss to her knuckles.

Rory kept her gaze lower, avoiding his. "Rory, why won't you look at me?" 

"Because, I don't want to see the disappointment on your face," she answered softly.

Tim took her chin in his hand and lifted her head to look at him. "Do I look disappointed to you?" Rory's dark eyes finally met his light blue ones, and she could see that he wasn't disappointed. That's not what he looked like at all, in fact, he looked the opposite. He looked relieved.

Tim's hand let go of her wrist as he wound his arm around her waist and pulled her flush against him and bent his head down to meet her lips in a soft kiss, gripping her chin still. It had been a month since she had kissed him last, and she had almost forgotten what it felt like.

As she returned the kiss, Rory's good hand gripped the fabric of his shirt as she held him close to herself. She hadn't realized how much she missed him until this moment, her heart and body yearned for him and his touch. Before they could go much further, they were interrupted by a couch behind him from Roy.