An Inconvenient Truth
Title: An Inconvenient Truth
Fandom: Saula
Pairing: Simon/Paula
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2,017
Summary: "Simon, I'm pregnant."
Disclaimer: I do not currently own Paula, Simon, or American Idol....although... ;)
Authors Note: Well this is my first and, for now, only fanfic up. So I hope you enjoy!!
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Paula Abdul paced through her living room, kitchen, and dining room, walked up the stairs and into her bedroom. Then she repeated the process. Living room, kitchen, dining room, stairs, bedroom, living room, kitchen, dining room, stairs, bedroom.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
The timer. Paula stopped her trek through her house on the first beep and raced up the stairs to her bathroom. She glanced down at the box sitting on the counter. It was simple enough. Pregnant would appear if she was pregnant, and Not Pregnant if she was not. Now came the moment of truth. Paula bent down and reached for the little white stick that would decide her future.
The word pregnant appeared before her eyes. Paula stood, waiting for the word to disappear, but it never did.
Pregnant. She was pregnant.
Her hands automatically reached down to rest on her, now flat, stomach. Pregnant. She had a new life growing inside of her that she was completely responsible for. The thought both thrilled and terrified her. Pregnant. Tears were leaking out of the corners or her eyes. Happy or sad tears, she was not sure yet. Happy because she had finally gotten what she had always wanted, yet sad because she was sure that her baby would never know her father. Wait, 'her'? She didn't even know the sex of her baby, but she was already referring to it as a girl.
'Yes a girl. I know it going to be a girl. I just know it.'
Paula was startled out of her thoughts by the sound of the doorbell. Without checking to see who it was, she opened the door.
"Hello Pauler."
"Simon. Wh-What are you doing here?"
"You know as well as I do we need to talk, love."
Paula let out a sigh, "Not now Simon."
"Yes, now. We have avoided each other for two weeks. How long are you going to shut me out?"
'As long as it takes' she thought to herself. "Look, Simon, I'll call you tomorrow. I'm not feeling well."
"Very well, love, but I'll hold you up to that. I'm not going to give up."
"Okay Simon. I'll talk to you later."
Paula stepped back into the house and closed the door. She leaned back against the door and sighed. 'What am I going to tell him?'
She slowly walked away from the door and to her bedroom. 'I need to sleep. Maybe if I go to bed, everything will be better in the morning.' As cliché as it sounded, she really hoped it was true.
But it was not better. She woke up and immediately felt sick. She ran into the bathroom and made it to the toilet just in time.
Thirty minutes later, Paula exited the bathroom.
"Better. Yeah right," Her morning sickness only served as a reminder to the trouble she was in.
Simon. Thoughts of Simon filled her head. His smile, his laugh, his eyes, his jokes, his pet names for her. Paula Abdul was in love with Simon Cowell. But he would never love her back.
Or so she thought. Across town, Simon Cowell, aka Mr. Nasty, sat and thought about love. Not just any love, but the love of his life. The one and only Paula Abdul. He loved everything about her, how could he not? Her laugh, her smile, her eyes, how she could ramble on and on. She was as close to perfection as you could get. But she would never love him back. Or so he thought.
Guilty thoughts were plaguing Paula's mind. She should tell him. She had to. It was his right to know, after all. But what if he hated her? What if he refused to talk to her? She wouldn't be able to stand it if that happened. She slowly reached for the phone. She had promised that she would call anyways. Besides, he would find out sooner or later. It's not as if you can hide being pregnant. Not in the clothes she wears anyways. She might as well get it over with now. That way there might be a chance he would get over his hate for her and the baby by the time it was born. Then they might have a chance.
She dialed Simon's number and waited. One ring, two rings. On the third ring he picked up.
"Hello?"
Paula was silent.
"Hello?"
Paula spoke up, "Si, its Paula."
"Pauler, what's wrong? You sound different...... Quiet."
Paula was silent. Three words. Only three words. 'Simon, I'm pregnant,' was all it would take.
"Love?" No response. "Paula, what's wrong? You're scaring me."
Paula could hear the panic in his voice and knew she had to tell him. "Simon. I.....I'm pregnant."
Silence. "Simon?"
"Love, we must have a bad connection, what did you say?"
"I'm pregnant Si."
"Is it mine?"
"Yes. Yes Simon. It's yours. Contrary to popular belief, I don't sleep around that much. I just always thought you knew that."
"I do Paula. I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to sound that way. I'm just shocked. How do you think I'm supposed to respond? I just need to think about this. I'll call you later."
"Simon?"
He could hear how scared she was. "Yes?"
"I love you," Paula said quickly. She hung up before he could respond.
It took Simon a whole three seconds to figure out what he wanted. Paula. He wanted Paula. And their baby.
Simon pulled up in Paula's driveway. He got out of his car and walked up to the front door. He knocked. No answer. He knocked again. Still no answer. He got out the key Paula had given him to her house and slid it in the lock. He turned the key and pushed open the door. It was dark and quiet. He quietly walked upstairs to Paula's bedroom.
He found her asleep on her bed, still fully clothed. Her soft, shiny hair fell softly across her pillow. Her eyelashes were dark against her smooth skin. Her face looked so calm, so relaxed. Her hands were resting on her stomach. Trying not to wake her, Simon removed her clothes and changed her into her pajamas. He tucked her into the bed and slid in next to her. Paula turned over and her eyes fluttered open.
"Simon?"
"Shhhh. Love, go back to sleep. You need to rest."
"What are you doing here Si?"
"I needed to see you and tell you something."
"What?"
"I love you and will always be here for our baby."
"SI, I love you." And with that she was asleep again.
Simon leaned down and kissed the top of her hair. "I love you too." He lay down and Paula snuggled up to him. With that they both fell asleep. Happy.
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The next morning Paula woke up to find the bed empty. Panic immediately coursed through her body. 'Simon doesn't want our child. He's left. I'm all alone'. Once again she started crying.
"Love, what's wrong?"
Paula's head shot up. "Simon?"
"What's the matter Pauler?"
"I thought you had left." was all Paula could get out through her tears.
"Paula, you know I would never do that. I promise that I will always be here for you and our child," he assured her.
"I know, its just these stupid hormones," Paula sobbed miserably. "I just don't know what's wrong with me!"
"Love, you are pregnant. Hormones are a part of the package. At least now you'll have a reason to act crazy," Simon said , trying to lighten the mood; but failing miserably.
"Oh, god, the press! What will they think?" Paula was now sobbing harder than before.
"They will think that I am the luckiest guy in the world for having gotten such a beautiful women as my girlfriend," exclaimed Simon truthfully.
"Ohhh, Si. I love you so much." Paula had finally calmed down a little after his proclamation.
"I love you too, and I promise that nobody will hurt you ever again if I have anything to say about it." Just the thought of someone hurting his precious angel was enough to get him frustrated. 'I promise that I will never let anything bad happen to her ever again,' he swore silently to himself. He looked back at his beautiful Pauler and saw that her eyes were slowly drifting closed. The crying and stress had worn her out. "Shhhhh. It's okay, go to sleep. I promise I'll be here when you wake up." Paula slowly let her eyes closed and the last thing she saw before she was enveloped in darkness was Simon's face.
Simon saw her fall asleep. He was content to just sit there and stare at the amazing woman that was his Paula. She looked so peaceful as she slept, like she hadn't a care in the world. He slowly stroked her cheek and moved his thumb to wipe off the remaining tears from her face. She didn't stir. Simon could feel himself slowly drifting off to sleep too, so he wrapped himself around her body and buried his face in her hair. He fell asleep dreaming of the future and their unborn baby.
Simon kept his word. He was there when she woke up. Paula slowly shifted and stretched her arms above her head, feeling the muscles stretch taut in her arms. She opened her eyes and rolled over. Simon still had a strong hold on her, but she needed to get up. She gently moved his arm from its protective spot over her stomach, and rolled out from under him. He moved slightly in his sleep, but quickly stilled. Paula crept over to the door and slowly pulled it open. She snuck down the staircase and into her basement to her dance studio. She flipped on the lights and turned on some soft music. She walked to the center of the room and started swaying her hips to the music. Then, Paula let her body take over. She was twirling and leaping around the room, in her own little world. She was so wrapped up in her dancing that she didn't notice Simon standing in the doorway watching her. He admired the view, watching as she put her whole self into the dance moves she was performing. She moved gracefully around the floor, her footwork sharp and precise, her body hitting the lines of the dance perfectly. Simon was amazed at how effortlessly her body performed the dance and how lucky he was to have found her.
Before Simon realized, the song was over and she had stopped dancing. She looked over at the door and was shocked to see Simon standing there. She felt a light blush coming over her face, had he been standing there the whole time? Simon knew she was getting embarrassed and decided to compliment her on her dancing.
"Paula, that was amazing. Why have you never shown me how well you dance?"
"Because, Mr. Nasty, I never thought that you would think I was good. I mean, I know that you think my singing career was terrible." Paula retorted defensively.
"Paula, I would have to be blind to think that you are not an amazing dancer. And as for your singing, I was lying when I said all that stuff. I liked you, but I didn't want you to know that, so I lied." He said completely honest.
"Really? You think I'm a good singer and dancer?" Paula was unsure. He had insisted so vehemently that she was a terrible singer, and now he was saying it was all a lie.
"Of course darling. You are amazing at everything you do." 'Oh, lord, what have I done?' Simon asked himself. Paula looked so hopeful. He had really crushed her when he said she couldn't sing.
"Really?"
"Of course, Pauler."
"Si, I love you."
"I love you too darling. Now lets get lunch, its at least noon."
And Paula and Simon walked upstairs to start their first day as an expecting couple.
Fandom: Saula
Pairing: Simon/Paula
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2,017
Summary: "Simon, I'm pregnant."
Disclaimer: I do not currently own Paula, Simon, or American Idol....although... ;)
Authors Note: Well this is my first and, for now, only fanfic up. So I hope you enjoy!!
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Paula Abdul paced through her living room, kitchen, and dining room, walked up the stairs and into her bedroom. Then she repeated the process. Living room, kitchen, dining room, stairs, bedroom, living room, kitchen, dining room, stairs, bedroom.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
The timer. Paula stopped her trek through her house on the first beep and raced up the stairs to her bathroom. She glanced down at the box sitting on the counter. It was simple enough. Pregnant would appear if she was pregnant, and Not Pregnant if she was not. Now came the moment of truth. Paula bent down and reached for the little white stick that would decide her future.
The word pregnant appeared before her eyes. Paula stood, waiting for the word to disappear, but it never did.
Pregnant. She was pregnant.
Her hands automatically reached down to rest on her, now flat, stomach. Pregnant. She had a new life growing inside of her that she was completely responsible for. The thought both thrilled and terrified her. Pregnant. Tears were leaking out of the corners or her eyes. Happy or sad tears, she was not sure yet. Happy because she had finally gotten what she had always wanted, yet sad because she was sure that her baby would never know her father. Wait, 'her'? She didn't even know the sex of her baby, but she was already referring to it as a girl.
'Yes a girl. I know it going to be a girl. I just know it.'
Paula was startled out of her thoughts by the sound of the doorbell. Without checking to see who it was, she opened the door.
"Hello Pauler."
"Simon. Wh-What are you doing here?"
"You know as well as I do we need to talk, love."
Paula let out a sigh, "Not now Simon."
"Yes, now. We have avoided each other for two weeks. How long are you going to shut me out?"
'As long as it takes' she thought to herself. "Look, Simon, I'll call you tomorrow. I'm not feeling well."
"Very well, love, but I'll hold you up to that. I'm not going to give up."
"Okay Simon. I'll talk to you later."
Paula stepped back into the house and closed the door. She leaned back against the door and sighed. 'What am I going to tell him?'
She slowly walked away from the door and to her bedroom. 'I need to sleep. Maybe if I go to bed, everything will be better in the morning.' As cliché as it sounded, she really hoped it was true.
But it was not better. She woke up and immediately felt sick. She ran into the bathroom and made it to the toilet just in time.
Thirty minutes later, Paula exited the bathroom.
"Better. Yeah right," Her morning sickness only served as a reminder to the trouble she was in.
Simon. Thoughts of Simon filled her head. His smile, his laugh, his eyes, his jokes, his pet names for her. Paula Abdul was in love with Simon Cowell. But he would never love her back.
Or so she thought. Across town, Simon Cowell, aka Mr. Nasty, sat and thought about love. Not just any love, but the love of his life. The one and only Paula Abdul. He loved everything about her, how could he not? Her laugh, her smile, her eyes, how she could ramble on and on. She was as close to perfection as you could get. But she would never love him back. Or so he thought.
Guilty thoughts were plaguing Paula's mind. She should tell him. She had to. It was his right to know, after all. But what if he hated her? What if he refused to talk to her? She wouldn't be able to stand it if that happened. She slowly reached for the phone. She had promised that she would call anyways. Besides, he would find out sooner or later. It's not as if you can hide being pregnant. Not in the clothes she wears anyways. She might as well get it over with now. That way there might be a chance he would get over his hate for her and the baby by the time it was born. Then they might have a chance.
She dialed Simon's number and waited. One ring, two rings. On the third ring he picked up.
"Hello?"
Paula was silent.
"Hello?"
Paula spoke up, "Si, its Paula."
"Pauler, what's wrong? You sound different...... Quiet."
Paula was silent. Three words. Only three words. 'Simon, I'm pregnant,' was all it would take.
"Love?" No response. "Paula, what's wrong? You're scaring me."
Paula could hear the panic in his voice and knew she had to tell him. "Simon. I.....I'm pregnant."
Silence. "Simon?"
"Love, we must have a bad connection, what did you say?"
"I'm pregnant Si."
"Is it mine?"
"Yes. Yes Simon. It's yours. Contrary to popular belief, I don't sleep around that much. I just always thought you knew that."
"I do Paula. I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to sound that way. I'm just shocked. How do you think I'm supposed to respond? I just need to think about this. I'll call you later."
"Simon?"
He could hear how scared she was. "Yes?"
"I love you," Paula said quickly. She hung up before he could respond.
It took Simon a whole three seconds to figure out what he wanted. Paula. He wanted Paula. And their baby.
Simon pulled up in Paula's driveway. He got out of his car and walked up to the front door. He knocked. No answer. He knocked again. Still no answer. He got out the key Paula had given him to her house and slid it in the lock. He turned the key and pushed open the door. It was dark and quiet. He quietly walked upstairs to Paula's bedroom.
He found her asleep on her bed, still fully clothed. Her soft, shiny hair fell softly across her pillow. Her eyelashes were dark against her smooth skin. Her face looked so calm, so relaxed. Her hands were resting on her stomach. Trying not to wake her, Simon removed her clothes and changed her into her pajamas. He tucked her into the bed and slid in next to her. Paula turned over and her eyes fluttered open.
"Simon?"
"Shhhh. Love, go back to sleep. You need to rest."
"What are you doing here Si?"
"I needed to see you and tell you something."
"What?"
"I love you and will always be here for our baby."
"SI, I love you." And with that she was asleep again.
Simon leaned down and kissed the top of her hair. "I love you too." He lay down and Paula snuggled up to him. With that they both fell asleep. Happy.
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The next morning Paula woke up to find the bed empty. Panic immediately coursed through her body. 'Simon doesn't want our child. He's left. I'm all alone'. Once again she started crying.
"Love, what's wrong?"
Paula's head shot up. "Simon?"
"What's the matter Pauler?"
"I thought you had left." was all Paula could get out through her tears.
"Paula, you know I would never do that. I promise that I will always be here for you and our child," he assured her.
"I know, its just these stupid hormones," Paula sobbed miserably. "I just don't know what's wrong with me!"
"Love, you are pregnant. Hormones are a part of the package. At least now you'll have a reason to act crazy," Simon said , trying to lighten the mood; but failing miserably.
"Oh, god, the press! What will they think?" Paula was now sobbing harder than before.
"They will think that I am the luckiest guy in the world for having gotten such a beautiful women as my girlfriend," exclaimed Simon truthfully.
"Ohhh, Si. I love you so much." Paula had finally calmed down a little after his proclamation.
"I love you too, and I promise that nobody will hurt you ever again if I have anything to say about it." Just the thought of someone hurting his precious angel was enough to get him frustrated. 'I promise that I will never let anything bad happen to her ever again,' he swore silently to himself. He looked back at his beautiful Pauler and saw that her eyes were slowly drifting closed. The crying and stress had worn her out. "Shhhhh. It's okay, go to sleep. I promise I'll be here when you wake up." Paula slowly let her eyes closed and the last thing she saw before she was enveloped in darkness was Simon's face.
Simon saw her fall asleep. He was content to just sit there and stare at the amazing woman that was his Paula. She looked so peaceful as she slept, like she hadn't a care in the world. He slowly stroked her cheek and moved his thumb to wipe off the remaining tears from her face. She didn't stir. Simon could feel himself slowly drifting off to sleep too, so he wrapped himself around her body and buried his face in her hair. He fell asleep dreaming of the future and their unborn baby.
Simon kept his word. He was there when she woke up. Paula slowly shifted and stretched her arms above her head, feeling the muscles stretch taut in her arms. She opened her eyes and rolled over. Simon still had a strong hold on her, but she needed to get up. She gently moved his arm from its protective spot over her stomach, and rolled out from under him. He moved slightly in his sleep, but quickly stilled. Paula crept over to the door and slowly pulled it open. She snuck down the staircase and into her basement to her dance studio. She flipped on the lights and turned on some soft music. She walked to the center of the room and started swaying her hips to the music. Then, Paula let her body take over. She was twirling and leaping around the room, in her own little world. She was so wrapped up in her dancing that she didn't notice Simon standing in the doorway watching her. He admired the view, watching as she put her whole self into the dance moves she was performing. She moved gracefully around the floor, her footwork sharp and precise, her body hitting the lines of the dance perfectly. Simon was amazed at how effortlessly her body performed the dance and how lucky he was to have found her.
Before Simon realized, the song was over and she had stopped dancing. She looked over at the door and was shocked to see Simon standing there. She felt a light blush coming over her face, had he been standing there the whole time? Simon knew she was getting embarrassed and decided to compliment her on her dancing.
"Paula, that was amazing. Why have you never shown me how well you dance?"
"Because, Mr. Nasty, I never thought that you would think I was good. I mean, I know that you think my singing career was terrible." Paula retorted defensively.
"Paula, I would have to be blind to think that you are not an amazing dancer. And as for your singing, I was lying when I said all that stuff. I liked you, but I didn't want you to know that, so I lied." He said completely honest.
"Really? You think I'm a good singer and dancer?" Paula was unsure. He had insisted so vehemently that she was a terrible singer, and now he was saying it was all a lie.
"Of course darling. You are amazing at everything you do." 'Oh, lord, what have I done?' Simon asked himself. Paula looked so hopeful. He had really crushed her when he said she couldn't sing.
"Really?"
"Of course, Pauler."
"Si, I love you."
"I love you too darling. Now lets get lunch, its at least noon."
And Paula and Simon walked upstairs to start their first day as an expecting couple.