Come back to bed 34-
Do you think it’s possible…that I might be…pregnant? 36-
Does he know about the baby? 120-
I made a mistake.
A/N: enjoy yall
Jefferson and you had an odd
relationship. Some people called it “Friends with Benefits”, and other used not
so nice vocabulary. Jefferson never used the word lover around you, and you never used the word boyfriend around him. That’s just how things were between the both
of you. It was a casual relationship, and you two never talked about sex
outside of the bedroom (and kitchen, and
dining room, and car, and bathroom, but that was beside the point). Did you
have feelings for him?
One hundred times yes. You loved
him, more than anyone you have ever been with before. But he never said I love
you, and you didn’t dare to let those words slip out of your mouth. You almost
said it once, but quickly changed up the sentence.
You love what?”
love that you wear nothing but underwear when we sleep together. Come back to bed, everything’s fine.”
You said, ignoring his questioning stare.
Jefferson didn’t notice a thing. The
only thing that would mess everything up is if you did tell him you loved him.
When this relationship began, that was your promise to each other. You promised
that there were no strings attached, that you two would never fall in love with
each other. And you two swore that if the other began to develop feelings, it
would end immediately.
Jefferson was a playboy, indeed. Not
as much as your friend, Mulligan, but pretty close. He would flirt with various
people when you two went shopping, and you didn’t care. At least not until now.
Not until you realize that you loved the curly-haired, tall, and self-absorbed
jerk. You used to flirt in front of him too. Just to let him know that you two
weren’t a thing. That you would never be a thing.
But as you stared at the two red
bars on the pregnancy test in your hands, you weren’t at all sure that was
true. Your hands were shaking. This had to be the fifth one that you took. You
needed to go to a gynecologist to make sure, but these things had a 99% positive
rate. You were screwed, indeed.
Your friend, Angelica, stood next to
you, staring all all the empty boxes and tests scattered around the bathroom.
You didn’t know what to do. You took every pill, you two had every contraceptive
that you could think of. How could this happen?
Angelica touched your shoulder, and
you looked up at her, tears in your eyes. “Do
you think it’s possible… that I might be pregnant? I took every precaution,
I did everything I was supposed to do! I never skipped a pill, never.” She
kissed your forehead.
“Shh, honey, it’s okay. This happens
sometimes, the condoms and pills aren’t always one hundred percent successful.
You’ll be a great mother.” Mother. You didn’t even know enough, you knew you didn’t
know enough to become a mother. You weren’t eating healthy, you were not
exercising properly. The baby…
“Angelica, I can’t do this. I can’t.”
You were panicking, your chest tightening. “What would Thomas say when he finds
out? Oh no, he’s going to hate me, he’s going to run away from this. My child
isn’t going to have a father-“
“Y/N! Get a hold of yourself. We
still have to make sure the tests were right, don’t panic yet until we go to
the doctor.” She looked at your cell phone on the floor, “do you want me to
call Thomas, to let him know what’s going on?” You shook your head quickly.
“No, no don’t, please don’t. Give me
some time to figure this out, Ang. I’ll tell him if the test comes out
positive.” Angelica gave you a wary look, but nodded.
“Okay. I’ll go with you.
You were pregnant.
It wasn’t a joke.
This isn’t some dream.
You have a human being inside of
You ran into Thomas every day at
work. He always smiled at you, conversations about random tops. You felt guilty,
you knew you should tell him. You knew you should tell him that half of him is
growing inside of you. He did notice something strange about you.
Your symptoms were kicking in. You
were constantly running to the bathroom, craving the most abnormal combinations
ever (even dirt seemed to look delectable to you). He questioned why you were
acting so weird, but you avoided the topics. Angelica grabbed your arm one day,
pulling you into a back closet. You groaned, holding your arm.
“What the hell-“
“Have you told him? Does he know about the baby?” You began
to cry, and Angelica shushed you, glancing behind to see if anyone was out
“No, I just, I don’t know why I’m
crying… I’m not even sad.” You cried, sniffling.
“I don’t know maybe it’s because you’re
pregnant, you idiot.” You cried even louder at her words, and she placed her
hand over your mouth, glaring at you. “If you don’t shut up right now then
everyone would know. Y/N, you have to tell him. If you don’t, I will.” She
threatened, holding out her handkerchief to you. You took it out of her hands,
“I’ll do it right now.” You turned,
beginning to open the closet. Your head bumped into a solid chest, and you
looked up. Thomas stood there, concerned. You heart began to beat faster, and
you touched your stomach. “Uh, hi Thomas.”
“Hi.” He said, looking at your tear
strained cheeks. “Are you okay, Y/N?” He glanced behind you, looking at a
smiling Angelica. “Did, did I just walk into a crying fest? Should I go?” You
shook your head, pulling him away into a conference room. “What’s going on-“
“God, Thomas. Can you just stop
talking, for one second?” You closed the door behind the two of you, locking
it. You turned back to Thomas, seeing a small smirk on his face. You frowned.
This was not the time.
“You really want to do this in the
middle of the office?” Honestly, you did. Every time you walked by him or he
touched you, even just a bump, you wanted to jump his bones. Especially with that
stupid smile on his face. You held back your hormones with all your might, and
began to talk.
“I made a mistake.”
He looked at your serious
expression, and the smile slipped off his face, until he looked more confused. “What
are you talking about?” You took a deep breath, sitting down. Your chest has
grown at least two sizes, so your back was not accustomed to the additional weight.
And you noticed a small pudge on your belly. It’s only been a few weeks, and
you already feel like you were nine months pregnant.
And you weren’t going to get started
on the nausea.
“Thomas, remember when we said that
we promise to tell each other anything?” You said, and you felt his nervousness
rub off on you. He adjusted his stance.
“I’ve been lying to you for a few
weeks now.” He frowned, looking at you. After a few seconds, his frown went
away, and he nodded slowly, examining you.
“There must be a reason, Y/N. Just
tell me, I’ll be fine.”
“I, I went to the gynecologist a few
weeks ago. She told me that I was pregnant. Thomas, I’m pregnant.” He froze,
his eyes widening. He looked at your hand on your belly, recognition in his
eyes. “I didn’t know how to tell you. I, we, promised that our relationship had
no strings attached. And I am giving you a fucking rope. I am giving you this
huge responsibility, and I didn’t tell you until now.” Your eyes began to water
again, and Thomas walked over to you, crouching down next to you.
“You, I’m, I’m having a kid?” You
nodded, scared of his reaction. What you didn’t expect was for his hands to
touch your stomach, a small, nervous smile on his lips. He closed his eyes,
kissing your stomach softly.
You smiled, the tears drying up
rather quickly. You hated these swings of emotions, but the pure wonder in
Thomas’s eyes made it seem worth it. He looked up at you. “No wonder. I knew
your boobs were getting bigger. This is why you avoided me, all this time?”
“I’m so sorry, Thomas, I was just so
nervous and you said that we couldn’t fall in love and this was ten times worse
and I just-“Thomas pressed his lips against yours, shutting you up. You kissed
him back, and he pulled away, a dorky grin on his face.
“We are both lying if we say that we
don’t love each other. You even said it to me before. Don’t think I don’t
remember.” You recalled the incident, and blushed. “I love you, Y/N. I’ve just
been waiting for you to say it to me.” You rolled your eyes at him.
He pulled you into a hug, and you
groaned at his chest pressing against yours. Your breasts were tender, and even
a slight poke ached. He quickly let go of you, a sorrowful look in his face.
“Sorry,” he touched your belly
again, “is it a boy or girl?”
“The appointment’s in a few days. Do
“Hell yes, I do. I’ll drive, you don’t
need to do anything. Actually, no, you do. Tell me everything, tell me every
appointment and sleep over at my house so I could help you through this.” You
smiled at his enthusiasm. “I’m going to be a dad, Y/N. I can’t believe it.” He
kissed you again.
“I love you, Thomas Jefferson.” You
whispered, and he looked at you.
There was just one person who made him uneasy. A woman in coveralls by the window.
She ain’t no amateur.
The woman was acutely alert, and when he turned his eyes slightly in her direction, the wariness in her eyes grew noticeably stronger. She was casually observing not only Vicky, who’d just entered the dining car, but everyone else around her as well. The instant their eyes met, Vicky was run through by the sharp light deep in her eyes.
The chandelier-type lighting fixtures change color in time to the music, and Flo’s Motorama Girls gold records (you’ll have to check out each one to see the clever album and song titles) line the walls of the showroom section of the diner.
This indoor and outdoor seating area provide great views of Radiator Springs Racers.
On the opposite side of the restaurant, the dining area is themed to Doc Hudson’s former work space.
TO GET TO the spaceship convention I have to go to Chattanooga. To a former train depot once called Terminal Station, a beaux-arts building downtown, which was built in a time when trains were the apex of industry—the smartest, fastest, most high-tech way to move through space—and when stations were elegant ports of call. It has a soaring dome, and the bathrooms are naturally lit through stained glass.
Terminal Station closed in 1970, not quite a year after Apollo 11 landed on the Moon. The building reopened in 1973, four months after the Apollo program ended, as the Chattanooga Choo Choo Hotel. The new owners put a neon train on the roof, the concourse beneath the freestanding dome became a lobby, and the baggage room became a dining hall. Passenger cars were moored to the rails and refurbished as luxury suites. The iron horse engine became a thing for guests to climb aboard for selfies. The outbuildings and rail yards sprouted a gift shop, a pizza parlor, a comedy club, an indoor jungle-themed swimming pool, and an outdoor doughnut-shaped swimming pool, among other things.
Chattanooga is not quite the regional transportation hub it was in the latter golden age of rail travel, and in fact these days is kind of a pain in the ass to get to. So after 12 hours of planes, delays, and courtesy shuttles, I drop my baggage in my room and go looking for a drink. (read more)
— The blonde had been anticipating the annual festival for months, and was ecstatic when the day had finally arrived. As she rolled in she smiled at some of the new and old faces and mentally crossed her fingers that she wouldn’t end running into - him, although the girl figured that luck wouldn’t be on her side and she would end up having to talk with him one way or another. Continuing to make her way through the crowds of people while simultaneously in deep thought about what she would do if she did end up running into them, she ironically found herself bumping to someones chest. The dining car pulled herself out of her thinking and looked up at the other with a flushed face. “ I’m so sorry ! I didn’t mean to ram myself into you, I was distracted, are you okay ? “