Kirishima is the designated fake boyfriend. Need to get a creep to shove off? Kirishima’s your guy. Parents insist you bring someone home for the holidays? He’ll compliment you and your parents’ cooking, you just might want to remind him of table manners. Nasty ex walking by? Just take his hand, he’ll roll with it. He’s pretty reliable and earnest so people would automatically trust him with that role
She had no idea whether or not it was all of the running around,
eating very little and the stress of Michael being away on a very difficult
case, or whether she was coming down with something, but she’d felt like
absolute garbage for about a week.
Running between classes and clerkships was insanely challenging,
although rewarding, and she was starting to lose energy. Thankfully, the end of
the semester was coming up and then she only had one left. Internships,
residencies and then she’d be Dr. Diana LaMontagne.
“You still not feeling well?” Charlotte asked. Though they
didn’t have more than a class together anymore, they were completing their
clerkship at the same hospital. “How long has it been?”
“About a week,” Diana said, taking a bite of her sandwich and
making a face. “I love turkey and pickles. Why don’t I wanna eat this?”
She put the sandwich down and looked toward where the cafeteria was. She’d have
to go get something else.
When she looked up, Charlotte was smiling from ear to
ear. “Sweet pea, is there a chance you could be pregnant?”
Diana’s face immediately went slack-jawed. “Yes,” she said
hesitantly. “Oh my god, I need a pregnancy test.”
“They actually have some in the gift shop right alongside the
teddy bears,” Charlotte laughed ironically. “Let’s go.”
Nearly 20 minutes later, a test had been purchased and she had
taken it, leaving it on the sink as she paced back and forth across the
bathroom floor. “I gotta ask,” Charlotte started, “How do you feel
about being pregnant right now? If you are.”
Diana halted from her rapid pacing and looked Charlotte right in
the eye. “Great,” she smiled, bringing her hands up to her mouth. “I
mean, insanely nerve-wracking and overwhelming because I still have a semester
of med school and residencies and all that stuff, but Michael and I really want
kids and with our jobs there’s never really a quote unquote good time, so why
“Test should be ready.”
She was too nervous. “You look. I can’t.”
Charlotte crossed the few steps to the sink where the test
lay. “You Diana LaMontagne…are pregnant.”
“Oh my god!”
It had been two days since Diana found out she was pregnant.
She’d had a blood test done at the hospital just to make sure and now Michael
was coming home. She hadn’t told him yet, wanting to tell him face-to-face.
Charlotte was literally the only one who knew; she hadn’t even told her dads
She was 12 weeks along, meaning she would be having a baby about
a month before the semester was over. After freaking out and clapping and
trying to think of a cute way to tell him, she thought of one and grabbed a
decorative box from the craft store, as well as a lime from the grocery store -
and a chocolate bar. Her last stop was a Target nearby where she found a
newborn onesie that said “Hello Daddy.”
Excitedly, she drove back home after her internship with just
enough time to set up her little surprise. Placing some tissue paper in the box
she’d bought, she folded the onesie and placed it on top before placing the
lime on one side and a handwritten card on the other. Now all she had to do was
It seemed like days before Michael got home, but it was probably
only an hour or so. During that time, she found herself eating guacamole out of
the container, but before Michael walked in the door, she hid the evidence.
That might’ve given it away.
“Hey babe,” Michael said as he walked in the door. “What’s
up? You look extra happy?”
“What? I can’t be happy that my husband is home?” She leaned
into Michael and pressed a kiss to his lips before pulling back. Apparently,
she couldn’t keep the sleepy smile off her face.
Michael leaned their heads together, his nose bumping
against hers. “Absolutely, but there’s something else. What is it?”
She pulled out the box and handed it to him. “I just got you
a little present is all.”
Sitting at the table, Michael glanced between the box and
Diana a couple times before opening it. Inside was the lime as well as a card
with a note that read, “This is how big I am now.”
“We have a little lime!” She said excitedly, pointing at her stomach.
Michael’s face dropped instantly, his head flying rapidly
between the box and Diana. Quickly, he took the note and the lime out to see
the onesie. The tears sprung to his eyes as he hopped back from the table with
the onesie still in his hands. “Hello daddy?! You’re pregnant?”
“Mmmhmm.” She reached behind her to grab the pregnancy test,
placing it in Michael’s hands. For a few moments, he stared at it in awe.
“You’re gonna be a daddy, and I’m gonna be a momma.” As she started to cry,
Michael crouched down in front of her and lifted up her shirt, placing small
kisses on her barely there stomach.
A sob escaped his lips. “Hi baby,” he said softly between
kisses. Diana held onto his dirty blond hair, crying happily as he continued to
talk to her stomach. “I love you so much. I can’t wait to meet you.” It seemed
like hours that he crouched there, kissing their baby to be. After a few
minutes, they had both gone silent, but once he stood up again, the both burst
into tears, laughing and kissing as the walked back to bed.
hilarious thing about living with a housemate who’s in her 40′s, frequents the internet and knows I’m asexual, is often she’ll hear me laughing my ass off from my room and have to remind herself that my laugh is generally not a reaction to something dirty
LGBT issues: access to bathrooms for trans people, texas trying to make it illegal for “non-christian” couples to adopt children, they’re literally murdering us in chechnya not an LGBT issue: asexuality