musesandlyrics | 5.11. Apollo 13 quote
5.11. "Houston, we have a problem."
Apollo 13
Co-written with timemaychange
[Follows THIS and THIS]
Melanie hadn't slept all night. Not since she worked out that something very important, and something that came every month was late. She should have been due near the beginning of the week, but several days had passed, and still no period. Sometimes it happened though, right? Sometimes it was just late. At least that's what she wanted to believe, but as Nathan snored on passed out from his flu, Mel had spent all night looking up at the ceiling, chewing her lip as she tried to stop the sinking feeling she felt in her stomach.
As soon as it was morning, Mel left Nathan after setting him up with plenty of water, a movie, and lots of blankets. She didn't like leaving him alone, but she had to talk to her sister. The washing machine was in full gear, and she wasn't even sure she'd made sense when she'd said goodbye to Nathan, and mumbled something about sisterly emergencies. She just hoped he was too sick to really notice that she was on the verge of complete panic.
It just couldn't be happening. The first good relationship she'd ever had; the best relationship she'd ever had, and it was about to come crashing down because of a stupid mistake. She knew it had to have been the sleepy sex. They hadn't used a condom, and now she just couldn't remember even taking her pill. All the talk about kids was suddenly making her scared. It just couldn't be happening! This wasn't supposed to happen. Nathan wouldn't want anything to do with her after this. Why would he? They'd agreed on sometime in the future, not this week!
She found Randy in her room surrounded by books, and lightly knocked on her sister's bedroom door as she hovered in the doorway. "Sis?"
Randy was sitting on her bed, the books not only littered across the covers, but stacked on the floor too. She had her reading glasses on and pushed them up on her nose. She only wore them for college work, all the reading sometimes giving her a headache when she was tired and overworked. This was sort of one of these times, but she could also add horny to the list. Peter had been on a string of crappy shifts, and with Randy's college schedule exploding as she veered closer to her graduation, they hadn't had a lot of time to see each other, and they hadn't had sex since the weekend before. She was restless, and really could use some stress relief, only she had not long since received a text message off Peter telling her he was going to pull a double shift to cover someone who had called in sick with the flu. Randy got it, especially after Mel telling her the night before on the phone that Nathan was full of it. She was playing nursemaid and was going to stay with him until he got better.
Which is why Randy nearly shat herself when she heard Mel's voice and squeaked in surprise, knocking a book onto the floor and knocking over one of the piles. She looked up, blinking. "What are you doing here? He didn't die, did he? That Man Flu can be terminal, I hear."
"Huh? No, no... No dying," Mel murmured as she came into her sister's room and started to work on straightening the books back up. "I'm sorry, I didn't meant to scare you. I would have called, but I didn't. Plus, you know, it's my home, too." Mel stayed crouched on the floor as she glanced up at Randy. It was always funny seeing her sister with glasses, like looking into a mirror, but not. At least she knew she could pull off the cute librarian look if she ever wanted to, but Randy better suited the books and college thing than she did. "He's okay, I made sure he was set for a couple hours while I came to see you."
Randy's tongue was resting between her lips as she contemplated her twin for a few moments, looking down at her. "Have you guys had a fight or something?" she asked, her brow furrowing a little. "I'm getting a twin sense, and not a good one. What's happened?" she asked, and pushed her glasses up onto her head, using them to hold her hair back out of her face. "I thought all was rosy in hot doctor land? Well, it was rosy last night, despite the flu. You seemed to even be enjoying looking after him."
"I was, and I am, I just... last night I was thinking about how long it had been with him, and how amazing, and realised I was missing an appointment with my monthly visitor." Mel wrapped her arms around herself. "The twin sense is very not good. I just... I can't be late. Not this late! I mean, a couple days, sure, but a week? We were talking about kids, and marriage, and all the future stuff. It's not meant to start now! We're only just learning it's okay if we're sick, or fart in front of each other."
Randy's eyes widened and she just stared at Mel. "Late?!" she gasped. "You said you were on the pill! You said he asked if you were on the pill and that's why it was okay not to use a condom! How can you be late? Have you been late before? Sure you didn't... I dunno... miss it through all the sex you're having? Like, it was maybe there but you didn't notice? What the fuck am I saying? How the hell can you not know if you had a period? This is... it's..." She shook her head and rubbed her fingers over her mouth. "Is that all? I mean, you can be late and still not be pregnant."
Mel winced, and then nodded. "Yeah, late... And I am! I take it religiously every day before breakfast. Only I don't actually remember having breakfast when we had the sleepy sex, and I can't remember taking it, so now I just don't know! And no, I can't miss having my period! The cramps would have let me know. I've been a few days late every so often, but not a whole week. I don't know what to do! Maybe I am panicking for no reason, but I couldn't sleep, and now I'm worried... How can I be late and still not pregnant?"
"Because a chick's body can be a fucked up weird place! It's why god gave us the uterus and not the penis!" Randy insisted, her eyes searching over Mel in concern. She was frowning by now and started to chew on her lip. "How is it you having a pregnancy scare and not me? The planets must be out of alignment. You know, everyone would always put their money on me having one of these first. I think you're definitely panicking for a reason! A week is a long time! This would be so much easier if you did just fart in front of him and panicked! How many times did you do it without a condom?"
"Well, I know that!" Mel said defensively as she frowned a little. It wasn't like she'd done any of this on purpose. "I would happily fart in front of him right now instead of this. I don't want him to not want me anymore because he thinks I schemed this, or something. That I want to trap him. I don't want to trap him! I just want to be left to fall in love with him, and get married, and yeah, I do want his babies, but I didn't mean now! Shit... And I wouldn't ever have thought that of you... You're always safe. You're not a slut, or anything like that. Why would it be you?"
Randy shook her head. "Wait, wait, wait." She held her hands up in surrender to try and stop Mel's verbal onslaught. "Who said anything about you trapping him? He was the one that had sex with you without a condom! He wanted to. If this is happening, you both gotta wear it. You don't make a kid on your own, and he's a doctor, he knows that! You just... um... it's definitely Nathan? When did you last get it on with Cameron?" she had to ask. "Don't freak out on me! I have to ask that!"
Mel's eyes went as wide as saucers, her sister's warning not to freak out doing no good in preventing it. "Ages ago! I slept with him before New Year's, and we always used condoms, and I can't be pregnant with his baby! He's already got two on the way, and he'll hate me! It's not him! It's Nathan if it has to be anyone. But he's going to... I mean, we're... It can't be happening! I don't want it happening! But it's not if we don't know for sure. Girls' bodies really are weird, and full of shit, and it could just be late. I might be about to bleed any second."
Randy scratched her head. "Have you had a period since you fucked Cameron?" she asked, trying to be reasonable. "Because if you have, then it's Nathan's by default. Assuming you're even pregnant. Which we probably need to find out if you are. I don't really have any pregnancy tests just lying around in case of emergency. If it's happening, it's just tough shit. He's going to have to deal with it... either way," she added, looking at Mel hesitantly.
Mel unwrapped her arms and pushed her hair back from her face as she scrunched her nose up in thought. "Um, no. It was just before sleeping with him. I can't... It can't be his! It has to be Nathan's. How am I going to know? We didn't slip up! Me, and Cameron, I mean. And there was never a busted condom. Fuck, I can't... This can't be happening." She brought her fingers up to her lips and tugged on her bottom one roughly as she stared up at Randy. "I have to go get a test, don't I?" She frowned a little. "You mean if I keep it, or don't?"
Randy shifted forward and put her arms around her sister. "Well, I dunno. Was there ever, um... you know no-pentration, uh, rubbing? I hear pre-cum can even get you pregnant. At least, that's what I've read somewhere. Sperm is fucking potent shit. I'm just trying to prepare you here, because, well, the sleepy sex wasn't all that long ago, was it? Nathan might ask you the same thing about Cameron when you tell him. Unless you start bleeding any second like you said, yeah, you have to get a test, but I can come with you. That is what I meant. You got options. If you're adamant it's not time yet or... whatever. I don't know! I've not been in this position before!"
Mel fell into the embrace gratefully and slipped her arms around her sister as she held on tightly. "No... don't think so. Not that I remember. I mean, we had nice sex and everything, but it wasn't... We weren't really that intimate if you know what I mean? It was fun, not like with Nathan where we can't ever get enough of each other, and there has been rubbing and sleepy sex without a condom and everything like that. I mean, I went down on Cameron, and I swallowed, but that can't get me pregnant. I really need you to come with me, sis. I've thought myself in circles all damn night. But I can't! That's one thing me and Nate did talk about. Neither of us could ever... I can't do that. I'd keep it."
"Have you told him anything at all? Let him know you were even worried?" Randy asked quietly, not releasing the embrace at all. "Nathan, I mean. Does he know anything, or did you just do a bolt? You probably don't want to wait until you start having symptoms. I'm guessing being a doctor, he might cotton on right now and he might jump to the wrong conclusions if you only did it once with a condom and told him you were on the pill."
Mel gave a shake of her head. "He's been sleeping solidly because he's so sick. I couldn't wake him up, and talk to him about it when I didn't know for sure. I was hoping I was panicking for now reason, but I don't think I am. I'm definitely late! I don't know how to tell him. How do I tell him? We need the test. At least then I'll know. And I'll just show him the stick and maybe hide behind the sofa, or something. I didn't bolt... I'm going back."
Randy chewed on her lip and pulled back a little. "Or you could tell him what you suspect and take the test with him there," she suggested gently. "You've been telling me for days that he's not like any other guys, that you can talk to him, and he talks back. That you've been sharing loads of things and you wish you could talk to him forever. How will he feel if he knows you went through the steps of realising there could be a problem, thinking about buying a test, taking it, and then telling him, before you even went to him about it?"
"Hurt," Mel replied in a small voice. She shifted in her sister's hold, but didn't let go. "He's really not like other guys, but this is huge! It's not just him giving me his credit card, or me taking care of him when he's sick. This is... this is babies." Mel closed her eyes briefly as she swallowed down the lump in her throat. "Will you at least just come buy it with me, and then I'll take it back to his place?"
"Even if he's sick, you've just got to bite the bullet. It sucks, timing sucks, but shit happens. The abortion rate wouldn't be so high if it didn't. Which I know, that's off the cards... and fair enough. I'm proud of you, because I'm not sure I would be so resolute in your position. I'd probably shit myself and not be able to face the prospect of having a kid. It's not just babies, sis. It's his baby. It'll probably change a lot and that's scary when it's all so perfect. But it'll be worse if you hide it from him. Look at it this way, he has a least likely chance of freaking out about it than most guys. You've even talked about the kid thing, which is more than most relationships get to by this point. He's a kid doctor. He's not going to turf you out and tell you to get fucked. If he does, I'll have to kill him, and Matty will have at it with his remains."
Mel looked at her sister and nodded. "I know, and I don't want you to have to kill him, or for Matty to have at his remains. Oh my god! He hasn't even met Matty... What's he going to do when he meets my brother and has to explain he knocked me up?! Matt didn't even want us having sex! Matty's gonna kill him first just for breathing... I'm still shitting myself, even if I am resolute! I'd rather just give the baby a chance at life. Abortions aren't... They shouldn't be contraception. Is it okay if I call you after? Are you... Is Peter coming over?"
Randy shook her head. "He's working. We haven't seen each other much this week. The joys of dating a health worker. God knows how it will be when we're both one. I'll be here." She sighed softly and pressed her lips together. "We'll deal with Matty. He's going to get a shock and it's not exactly going to increase his confidence in relationships, but you know Matty. He'll be fine once he processes it and maybe kicks something a few times. You've got a lot to think about, sis. It's just... brace yourself, okay? It's not going to be easy."
Mel nodded and gave her sister a tight squeeze. "I'd be so lost without you, Ran. Thank you for always getting my head straight again. And I promise I'll brace myself. Shit, I'm seriously scared, though. I don't know how I'm going to be able to pee under this much pressure! He already knows I get pee fright in public toilets, and now he's just going to think I won't be able to pee at his place either, and be another one of the stupid girls he's dated."
"What's the worst that can happen, huh? He might split with you, and you become a single mom... even so, I doubt he'll leave you high and dry with the kid. But think worst case, because if you do, anything up from that will be manageable. If it's worst case, you'll always still have me. I'll be the awesome aunty to ever walk to earth," Randy resolved with a nod of her head. She squeezed Mel's hand. "We'll get you a huge bottle of water at the supermarket and you can start drinking it straight away. You won't have room for pee fright. If he didn't think you were weird from the pee fright, then he's a keeper."
"He didn't," she admitted with a smile. "I want him to be a keeper, sis. I really do. I just... I didn't mean to miss my pill." She bit her lip and kept a hold of her sister's hand while she used to the other to scrub at her face to try and get her to liven up a bit. "Okay, so water. Lots of water. And I'll think worst case so that it can only be up. My worst case is he dumps me cold, hates me forever, and won't want anything to do with us. Maybe even means him moving back home and well away from me."
Randy tilted her head a little. "And do you really think, from what you know of him, that he's capable of something like that?" she asked her with a small smile. "He doesn't seem the sort to me. Look at Cameron, even though he was stunned off his rocker at first and dealt with being cheated on, he's still going to try and make something work across an ocean. Sometimes, guys just aren't bastards and can think beyond their cock."
Mel shook her head. "No, I don't think he is. And he's really not a bastard. He can definitely think beyond his cock even if I play with it a lot." She finally smiled a little, and brushed a kiss against her sister's cheek. "I'm still nervous about telling him, but I guess I don't feel so much like the world might end."
Randy gave her a small, affectionate nudge. "Just remember, he might freak out and need a bit of time to wrap his head around it, but that's natural. He's not going to expect you coming home with this. Even guys who have outright expected it and planned it freak out when the news finally breaks. And just think, some people can't have kids, so you're lucky, yeah? It might suck because it's been a shock, but it's not like you drastically don't want it. You can pull it off, you'll be a great Mom."
Mel took a deep breath, and her smile grew a little. "You really will be an awesome aunty. Just like you're the best sister in the whole, wide world. Alright, let's do this. I promise not to think the worst if he does freak out. I won't run. I can stick it out. I need to get back to him," Mel decided as she stood up.
"I'm going to hold you to that when you try," Randy resolved, closing over her books and climbing off the bed to find a shirt that was presentable for going out in public in. "And if it all goes down the toilet, just give me a call and I'll come pick you up."
"I really hope it doesn't," Mel mumbled as she wrapped her arms around herself again and waited for her sister. While her head was on a little straighter, that wasn't stopping her being completely petrified at having the conversation with Nathan once they did have the pregnancy test, and she'd downed a gallon of water to make her pee.
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Apollo 13
Co-written with timemaychange
[Follows THIS and THIS]
Melanie hadn't slept all night. Not since she worked out that something very important, and something that came every month was late. She should have been due near the beginning of the week, but several days had passed, and still no period. Sometimes it happened though, right? Sometimes it was just late. At least that's what she wanted to believe, but as Nathan snored on passed out from his flu, Mel had spent all night looking up at the ceiling, chewing her lip as she tried to stop the sinking feeling she felt in her stomach.
As soon as it was morning, Mel left Nathan after setting him up with plenty of water, a movie, and lots of blankets. She didn't like leaving him alone, but she had to talk to her sister. The washing machine was in full gear, and she wasn't even sure she'd made sense when she'd said goodbye to Nathan, and mumbled something about sisterly emergencies. She just hoped he was too sick to really notice that she was on the verge of complete panic.
It just couldn't be happening. The first good relationship she'd ever had; the best relationship she'd ever had, and it was about to come crashing down because of a stupid mistake. She knew it had to have been the sleepy sex. They hadn't used a condom, and now she just couldn't remember even taking her pill. All the talk about kids was suddenly making her scared. It just couldn't be happening! This wasn't supposed to happen. Nathan wouldn't want anything to do with her after this. Why would he? They'd agreed on sometime in the future, not this week!
She found Randy in her room surrounded by books, and lightly knocked on her sister's bedroom door as she hovered in the doorway. "Sis?"
Randy was sitting on her bed, the books not only littered across the covers, but stacked on the floor too. She had her reading glasses on and pushed them up on her nose. She only wore them for college work, all the reading sometimes giving her a headache when she was tired and overworked. This was sort of one of these times, but she could also add horny to the list. Peter had been on a string of crappy shifts, and with Randy's college schedule exploding as she veered closer to her graduation, they hadn't had a lot of time to see each other, and they hadn't had sex since the weekend before. She was restless, and really could use some stress relief, only she had not long since received a text message off Peter telling her he was going to pull a double shift to cover someone who had called in sick with the flu. Randy got it, especially after Mel telling her the night before on the phone that Nathan was full of it. She was playing nursemaid and was going to stay with him until he got better.
Which is why Randy nearly shat herself when she heard Mel's voice and squeaked in surprise, knocking a book onto the floor and knocking over one of the piles. She looked up, blinking. "What are you doing here? He didn't die, did he? That Man Flu can be terminal, I hear."
"Huh? No, no... No dying," Mel murmured as she came into her sister's room and started to work on straightening the books back up. "I'm sorry, I didn't meant to scare you. I would have called, but I didn't. Plus, you know, it's my home, too." Mel stayed crouched on the floor as she glanced up at Randy. It was always funny seeing her sister with glasses, like looking into a mirror, but not. At least she knew she could pull off the cute librarian look if she ever wanted to, but Randy better suited the books and college thing than she did. "He's okay, I made sure he was set for a couple hours while I came to see you."
Randy's tongue was resting between her lips as she contemplated her twin for a few moments, looking down at her. "Have you guys had a fight or something?" she asked, her brow furrowing a little. "I'm getting a twin sense, and not a good one. What's happened?" she asked, and pushed her glasses up onto her head, using them to hold her hair back out of her face. "I thought all was rosy in hot doctor land? Well, it was rosy last night, despite the flu. You seemed to even be enjoying looking after him."
"I was, and I am, I just... last night I was thinking about how long it had been with him, and how amazing, and realised I was missing an appointment with my monthly visitor." Mel wrapped her arms around herself. "The twin sense is very not good. I just... I can't be late. Not this late! I mean, a couple days, sure, but a week? We were talking about kids, and marriage, and all the future stuff. It's not meant to start now! We're only just learning it's okay if we're sick, or fart in front of each other."
Randy's eyes widened and she just stared at Mel. "Late?!" she gasped. "You said you were on the pill! You said he asked if you were on the pill and that's why it was okay not to use a condom! How can you be late? Have you been late before? Sure you didn't... I dunno... miss it through all the sex you're having? Like, it was maybe there but you didn't notice? What the fuck am I saying? How the hell can you not know if you had a period? This is... it's..." She shook her head and rubbed her fingers over her mouth. "Is that all? I mean, you can be late and still not be pregnant."
Mel winced, and then nodded. "Yeah, late... And I am! I take it religiously every day before breakfast. Only I don't actually remember having breakfast when we had the sleepy sex, and I can't remember taking it, so now I just don't know! And no, I can't miss having my period! The cramps would have let me know. I've been a few days late every so often, but not a whole week. I don't know what to do! Maybe I am panicking for no reason, but I couldn't sleep, and now I'm worried... How can I be late and still not pregnant?"
"Because a chick's body can be a fucked up weird place! It's why god gave us the uterus and not the penis!" Randy insisted, her eyes searching over Mel in concern. She was frowning by now and started to chew on her lip. "How is it you having a pregnancy scare and not me? The planets must be out of alignment. You know, everyone would always put their money on me having one of these first. I think you're definitely panicking for a reason! A week is a long time! This would be so much easier if you did just fart in front of him and panicked! How many times did you do it without a condom?"
"Well, I know that!" Mel said defensively as she frowned a little. It wasn't like she'd done any of this on purpose. "I would happily fart in front of him right now instead of this. I don't want him to not want me anymore because he thinks I schemed this, or something. That I want to trap him. I don't want to trap him! I just want to be left to fall in love with him, and get married, and yeah, I do want his babies, but I didn't mean now! Shit... And I wouldn't ever have thought that of you... You're always safe. You're not a slut, or anything like that. Why would it be you?"
Randy shook her head. "Wait, wait, wait." She held her hands up in surrender to try and stop Mel's verbal onslaught. "Who said anything about you trapping him? He was the one that had sex with you without a condom! He wanted to. If this is happening, you both gotta wear it. You don't make a kid on your own, and he's a doctor, he knows that! You just... um... it's definitely Nathan? When did you last get it on with Cameron?" she had to ask. "Don't freak out on me! I have to ask that!"
Mel's eyes went as wide as saucers, her sister's warning not to freak out doing no good in preventing it. "Ages ago! I slept with him before New Year's, and we always used condoms, and I can't be pregnant with his baby! He's already got two on the way, and he'll hate me! It's not him! It's Nathan if it has to be anyone. But he's going to... I mean, we're... It can't be happening! I don't want it happening! But it's not if we don't know for sure. Girls' bodies really are weird, and full of shit, and it could just be late. I might be about to bleed any second."
Randy scratched her head. "Have you had a period since you fucked Cameron?" she asked, trying to be reasonable. "Because if you have, then it's Nathan's by default. Assuming you're even pregnant. Which we probably need to find out if you are. I don't really have any pregnancy tests just lying around in case of emergency. If it's happening, it's just tough shit. He's going to have to deal with it... either way," she added, looking at Mel hesitantly.
Mel unwrapped her arms and pushed her hair back from her face as she scrunched her nose up in thought. "Um, no. It was just before sleeping with him. I can't... It can't be his! It has to be Nathan's. How am I going to know? We didn't slip up! Me, and Cameron, I mean. And there was never a busted condom. Fuck, I can't... This can't be happening." She brought her fingers up to her lips and tugged on her bottom one roughly as she stared up at Randy. "I have to go get a test, don't I?" She frowned a little. "You mean if I keep it, or don't?"
Randy shifted forward and put her arms around her sister. "Well, I dunno. Was there ever, um... you know no-pentration, uh, rubbing? I hear pre-cum can even get you pregnant. At least, that's what I've read somewhere. Sperm is fucking potent shit. I'm just trying to prepare you here, because, well, the sleepy sex wasn't all that long ago, was it? Nathan might ask you the same thing about Cameron when you tell him. Unless you start bleeding any second like you said, yeah, you have to get a test, but I can come with you. That is what I meant. You got options. If you're adamant it's not time yet or... whatever. I don't know! I've not been in this position before!"
Mel fell into the embrace gratefully and slipped her arms around her sister as she held on tightly. "No... don't think so. Not that I remember. I mean, we had nice sex and everything, but it wasn't... We weren't really that intimate if you know what I mean? It was fun, not like with Nathan where we can't ever get enough of each other, and there has been rubbing and sleepy sex without a condom and everything like that. I mean, I went down on Cameron, and I swallowed, but that can't get me pregnant. I really need you to come with me, sis. I've thought myself in circles all damn night. But I can't! That's one thing me and Nate did talk about. Neither of us could ever... I can't do that. I'd keep it."
"Have you told him anything at all? Let him know you were even worried?" Randy asked quietly, not releasing the embrace at all. "Nathan, I mean. Does he know anything, or did you just do a bolt? You probably don't want to wait until you start having symptoms. I'm guessing being a doctor, he might cotton on right now and he might jump to the wrong conclusions if you only did it once with a condom and told him you were on the pill."
Mel gave a shake of her head. "He's been sleeping solidly because he's so sick. I couldn't wake him up, and talk to him about it when I didn't know for sure. I was hoping I was panicking for now reason, but I don't think I am. I'm definitely late! I don't know how to tell him. How do I tell him? We need the test. At least then I'll know. And I'll just show him the stick and maybe hide behind the sofa, or something. I didn't bolt... I'm going back."
Randy chewed on her lip and pulled back a little. "Or you could tell him what you suspect and take the test with him there," she suggested gently. "You've been telling me for days that he's not like any other guys, that you can talk to him, and he talks back. That you've been sharing loads of things and you wish you could talk to him forever. How will he feel if he knows you went through the steps of realising there could be a problem, thinking about buying a test, taking it, and then telling him, before you even went to him about it?"
"Hurt," Mel replied in a small voice. She shifted in her sister's hold, but didn't let go. "He's really not like other guys, but this is huge! It's not just him giving me his credit card, or me taking care of him when he's sick. This is... this is babies." Mel closed her eyes briefly as she swallowed down the lump in her throat. "Will you at least just come buy it with me, and then I'll take it back to his place?"
"Even if he's sick, you've just got to bite the bullet. It sucks, timing sucks, but shit happens. The abortion rate wouldn't be so high if it didn't. Which I know, that's off the cards... and fair enough. I'm proud of you, because I'm not sure I would be so resolute in your position. I'd probably shit myself and not be able to face the prospect of having a kid. It's not just babies, sis. It's his baby. It'll probably change a lot and that's scary when it's all so perfect. But it'll be worse if you hide it from him. Look at it this way, he has a least likely chance of freaking out about it than most guys. You've even talked about the kid thing, which is more than most relationships get to by this point. He's a kid doctor. He's not going to turf you out and tell you to get fucked. If he does, I'll have to kill him, and Matty will have at it with his remains."
Mel looked at her sister and nodded. "I know, and I don't want you to have to kill him, or for Matty to have at his remains. Oh my god! He hasn't even met Matty... What's he going to do when he meets my brother and has to explain he knocked me up?! Matt didn't even want us having sex! Matty's gonna kill him first just for breathing... I'm still shitting myself, even if I am resolute! I'd rather just give the baby a chance at life. Abortions aren't... They shouldn't be contraception. Is it okay if I call you after? Are you... Is Peter coming over?"
Randy shook her head. "He's working. We haven't seen each other much this week. The joys of dating a health worker. God knows how it will be when we're both one. I'll be here." She sighed softly and pressed her lips together. "We'll deal with Matty. He's going to get a shock and it's not exactly going to increase his confidence in relationships, but you know Matty. He'll be fine once he processes it and maybe kicks something a few times. You've got a lot to think about, sis. It's just... brace yourself, okay? It's not going to be easy."
Mel nodded and gave her sister a tight squeeze. "I'd be so lost without you, Ran. Thank you for always getting my head straight again. And I promise I'll brace myself. Shit, I'm seriously scared, though. I don't know how I'm going to be able to pee under this much pressure! He already knows I get pee fright in public toilets, and now he's just going to think I won't be able to pee at his place either, and be another one of the stupid girls he's dated."
"What's the worst that can happen, huh? He might split with you, and you become a single mom... even so, I doubt he'll leave you high and dry with the kid. But think worst case, because if you do, anything up from that will be manageable. If it's worst case, you'll always still have me. I'll be the awesome aunty to ever walk to earth," Randy resolved with a nod of her head. She squeezed Mel's hand. "We'll get you a huge bottle of water at the supermarket and you can start drinking it straight away. You won't have room for pee fright. If he didn't think you were weird from the pee fright, then he's a keeper."
"He didn't," she admitted with a smile. "I want him to be a keeper, sis. I really do. I just... I didn't mean to miss my pill." She bit her lip and kept a hold of her sister's hand while she used to the other to scrub at her face to try and get her to liven up a bit. "Okay, so water. Lots of water. And I'll think worst case so that it can only be up. My worst case is he dumps me cold, hates me forever, and won't want anything to do with us. Maybe even means him moving back home and well away from me."
Randy tilted her head a little. "And do you really think, from what you know of him, that he's capable of something like that?" she asked her with a small smile. "He doesn't seem the sort to me. Look at Cameron, even though he was stunned off his rocker at first and dealt with being cheated on, he's still going to try and make something work across an ocean. Sometimes, guys just aren't bastards and can think beyond their cock."
Mel shook her head. "No, I don't think he is. And he's really not a bastard. He can definitely think beyond his cock even if I play with it a lot." She finally smiled a little, and brushed a kiss against her sister's cheek. "I'm still nervous about telling him, but I guess I don't feel so much like the world might end."
Randy gave her a small, affectionate nudge. "Just remember, he might freak out and need a bit of time to wrap his head around it, but that's natural. He's not going to expect you coming home with this. Even guys who have outright expected it and planned it freak out when the news finally breaks. And just think, some people can't have kids, so you're lucky, yeah? It might suck because it's been a shock, but it's not like you drastically don't want it. You can pull it off, you'll be a great Mom."
Mel took a deep breath, and her smile grew a little. "You really will be an awesome aunty. Just like you're the best sister in the whole, wide world. Alright, let's do this. I promise not to think the worst if he does freak out. I won't run. I can stick it out. I need to get back to him," Mel decided as she stood up.
"I'm going to hold you to that when you try," Randy resolved, closing over her books and climbing off the bed to find a shirt that was presentable for going out in public in. "And if it all goes down the toilet, just give me a call and I'll come pick you up."
"I really hope it doesn't," Mel mumbled as she wrapped her arms around herself again and waited for her sister. While her head was on a little straighter, that wasn't stopping her being completely petrified at having the conversation with Nathan once they did have the pregnancy test, and she'd downed a gallon of water to make her pee.
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