peter & cora } { of pregnancy tests and big news

[littlebitscary]

Fiona: [so she's been queasy the past couple of days. Queasy, sensitive, and a little moody, which could be anything really - she and Derek have been living together a long time, but she's been on the pill for most of it, so who knows, it could be PMS. Derek means well, but she claims she needs some space (her exact words being "I love you but if you don't leave me alone I may kill you") and sends him out to buy her some chicken soup, ginger ale, and a few other assorted things that make no sense to him, but to a woman who is feeling miserable they make perfect sense. When he returns, she's in the living room, on the phone with her sister talking about nothing. If he goes to put some stuff away in the bathroom, however, there may be an unchecked pregnancy test resting on the sink]

Derek: [well, they did need toilet paper so he picked that up as well. When he goes to put it under the sink, he sees the test sitting there and blinks. He knows what that is, and his eyes widen as he realizes just what she has been like for the last few days and why she would be taking this. He will go back to the living room, leaning in the entranceway waiting for her to wrap up her call]

Fiona: [she looks up at him, and wraps things up with her sister, before giving him a small smile] Hey.

Derek: Hey. How you feeling?

Fiona: Better. A little, anyway.

Derek: Good. So, I was putting the toilet paper away... [he jerks a thumb back towards the bathroom]

Fiona: [her eyes widen a bit, before she looks down sheepishly] I ... I haven't checked yet.

Derek: I'll admit, it does explain a lot of how you've been the last few days.

Fiona: Yeah, I thought so too. But ... I didn't really want to do it with you ... hovering. No offense.

Derek: Do you want me in the house at least, or should I go and get us lunch?

Fiona: No, the stressful part is over. [peeing on command isn't as easy as it sounds] If you want to go look ... go for it.

Derek: I have no idea how to read those things.

Fiona: I got the easy digital one. It's either going to say "pregnant" or "not pregnant." [teasing] I know you can read English.

Derek: Ha ha ha. [and he will stick his tongue out at her before heading back towards the bathroom] You sure you don't want to do this with me?

Fiona: Yeah. Just ... check it and tell me what it says. [she's too nervous to look herself]

Derek: [and he will disappear inside, and then come back holding it as he walks through the hallways, staring at it]

Fiona: [watches him for a moment, her heart starting to race in response] What?

Derek: [and he will look up, and then break out in a smile] Yes.

Fiona: [her jaw drops] Seriously?

Derek: Yes! [and he will show it to her]

Fiona: [reaches out to take it from him, and then slumps back against the couch] Holy shit.

Derek: We're going to have a baby. [he is jubilant]

Fiona: [she is also happy but right now it's more shock] Holy shit.

Derek: [and he is going to sit next to her, worried a bit] Fi, you okay?

Fiona: [shakes herself out of it a bit] No, I just ... I'm a little surprised? Not that it happened, because obviously we were trying, but when I took the test I kind of expected it to be all in my head?

Derek: Well, it's not. You're not going crazy, or sick either.

Fiona: [she hesitates for a moment before looking at him again] We're having a baby.

Derek: We're having a baby. [grinning]

Fiona: [and she laughs a bit before leaning in to kiss him]

Derek: [and he will kiss her back, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close.]

Fiona: [and after a bit, she will shift and lean into him, letting her head rest against his shoulder] Boy or girl?

Derek: I don't know. I'm happy for either one.

Fiona: [she gives him a bit of a look] If you close your eyes and picture your kid, what do you see? A boy or girl?

Derek: [and he will close his eyes, then smile] A girl.

Fiona: You softie. [teasing]

Derek: [laughs] You already knew that.

Fiona: I did. [sighs] Can we not tell anyone until I see an actual doctor? I think there's a window for this stuff.

Derek: I was going to suggest we make an appointment. Do you have one here or do we need to take a spontaneous trip back to New York?

Fiona: I have one here. I'll see if she has something open this week.

Derek: Okay. Then it will just be between us until then. [he has no problems holding onto this for a few days]

Fiona: Okay. [should be easy enough, right?]

Derek: So what do you see when you picture our child? Boy or girl?

Fiona: Girl. But knowing my luck it'll be a boy.

Derek: Why do you say that?

Fiona: Because life has a way of subverting my expectations. Not in a bad way.

Derek: Well, if it's a boy, we can just try again. [winks]

Fiona: [she laughs] We'll see how I feel when I've actually pushed this baby out of me.

Derek: Well, I'll be there at your side when you do.

Fiona: I'd hope so.

Derek: [takes her hand and squeezes it] I love you.

Fiona: I love you too.

Derek: And I really want to make love to you, right now, if you're feeling up to it. [because he doesn't want to make her nauseous]

Fiona: I think I'm feeling really up to it.

Derek: Good. [and he will kiss her, guiding her to lean back because yes, he is going to make out with you right here on the couch.]

Fiona: [she is a-okay with that, and will just lean back and get comfortable under him, adjusting her limbs so that they fit together perfectly]

Derek: [and he is going to take his time, worshiping every inch of her body, making love to her until they both find their climaxes together]

Fiona: [and she will enjoy it, before curling up comfortably with him when they're done]

Derek: You know, we're probably going to need to get a place of our own, and not just keep living in Peter's old apartment.

Fiona: I don't know. I think we've made it our own over the last eight years.

Derek: But is it big enough for us and a baby?

Fiona: It was a two bedroom. It was big enough for Peter and Cora.

Derek: Yeah, but I also have way more books than Peter did.

Fiona: Babe, there are these things called bookcases. You place them against the wall, and you put books on them, and shockingly, they save space.

Derek: But then I have to organize them. [wrinkles his nose]

Fiona: Well, you have roughly nine months to do it. Because currently our future child is about the size of a lima bean. And you'd have to do it, even if we got a new place.

Derek: [sighs] You and your logical thinking.

Fiona: [she laughs] One of us has to be the sane one. [a beat] But if you really want to live somewhere else, now would be the time to figure that out.

Derek: If you want to stay, we'll stay. I just know babies have a lot of stuff.

Fiona: They do. But we can figure it out. We have time, and we have the space, we just have to restructure what we already have.

Derek: So I guess I'll order some bookcases. Soon.

Fiona: Good.

Derek: but tonight, I'm going to cook you dinner and we can just celebrate between us.

Fiona: I think that sounds like an excellent plan.

Derek: Good. [and he is going to lean in and kiss her again, ready for a round two if she is]

Fiona: [round two is always good to her. but maybe just round two because her sex drive is a little wonky. he'll have to wait a couple months before it comes back in full]

Derek: [oh yeah, second trimester is going to be tiring]

Fiona: [but the fun kind of tiring]

Derek: [Oh yes]

Fiona: [and while he's cooking, she'll make an OBGYN appointment]

Derek: [and they will have something simple but delicious]

Fiona: [which will be rewarded with a kiss on the cheek] Thank you.

Derek: You're welcome. [and he's going to be cooking healthier for her for the next year]

Fiona: [expect her to be pouty about some of it]