One line. One. Fucking. Line. She stares at it, willing the one line to split into two. To tell her that yes, she was pregnant. To tell her that she and Evan were going to have that perfect little girl with curly black hair and big brown eyes with a micheivous smile. But it didn’t change. She let’s out an aggravated sound and kicks the bathroom door, the sink and showerhead spraying water as angry and desperate tears streamed down her face.
“Charlotte?” Evan calls from the other side of the door. They’d been through this so many times and it was always negative. The one time it had come out positive had been a lie and that broke her more than any of the negatives had. He jiggles the handle a bit, finding it locked. “Char, open the door.” he says, knowing what the result of the test was already. A few minutes later he heard the click of the lock and he opens the door slowly, finding her on the water slicked ground with her head in her hands and the discarded pregnancy near the trash. He sits in front of her, his legs on either side of her as he pulls her close.
“I can’t get pregnant..” she cries into his shirt, her fists balling the fabric into a crinkled mess. “I can’t, I can’t give you a family Evan. We can’t have a little girl.” she says, her tone defeated and weak and it breaks his heart because he never wanted her to be in this much pain.
“I have you.” he whispers, kissing the top of her head. “I have you and that’s all I need. I don’t want you torturing yourself anymore, love. It’s no good for either of us.” he says, tilting her chin upwards and looking into her puffy red eyes. “I don’t need anything else but you.” he assures and it calmed her for the moment as her sobs turned into soft sniffles.
That night he holds her tight to his chest, whispering comforting words as she cries herself to sleep.
She’s smiling brightly, letting him spin and twirl her as they danced. She giggles when he spins her into him, her back pressed against his chest as he leans down to press his lips to her exposed shoulder. A soft sigh escapes her lips as she leans her head back to rest on his shoulder, his arms around her waist while they swayed to the music coming from the speakers in their room.
“I love you.” he murmurs softly, turning her to face him. He kisses her soundly, a promise that he’d aways be there with her no matter what. He’d been foolish to ever let her go the way he had all that time ago.
“I love you too.” she whispers back. She looks to their drawer where she’d hidden the bag that held four different pregnancy tests. She bites her lip, looking into his clear green eyes. “One more shot?” she asks and he sighs as she walks over to the drawer, taking out the tests.
“Charlotte… that might not-” but she ignores him, walking into the bathroom with the tests. He groans, sitting on the bed. She was torturing herself with this. He wanted a family, of course, but not at the cost of her sanity. She was driving herself insane. Waiting the required amount of time, he lays back, preparing himself for the worst.
One line. Her heart sinks but she doesn’t lose hope. She waits a moment before looking at the next one, biting her nail as she read the result.
‘PREGNANT’ she feels like jumping then remembers that it may be a false positive. Calming down, she takes a deep breath as she looks to the next one..
Happy face. Happy face! That was good! Okay, okay. Calm. Two out of four, that had to be good. She looks at the next one and screams.
“Evan!” she squeals, running out of the bathroom. Her smile is so big that her face hurts but she doesn’t care. She runs to him, hugging him and jumping up to wrap her legs around his waist, kissing wherever she could reach. “Three out of four.” she breathes. “They were positive.”
“You mean…” he trails off, a bright grin on his lips as she nods. “Oh my gods…” he spins her, setting her down and kising her deeply. “A baby.” he breathes, sitting down and pulling her to stand between his legs. He stares at her flat stomach for a moment and she bites her lip.
“We’re having a baby.” she says, not believing it as she goes to lay down. He lays beside her, kissing her gently.
“I love you.” he whispers against her lips, tracing her jaw and the length of her neck, going down and lifting her shirt to expose her stomach. He presses a soft kiss to her stomach, nuzzling it gently, making her giggle. “And I love you.” he says quietly.