Rory paused as he came in through the door, thrown off by the enthusiastic greeting. He liked enthusiastic greetings, when they came with kisses or hugs, but when none of those proved forthcoming, he frowned very slightly and shut the door behind him.
"Er, fine. Good. You know, same kind of day I have every day." It was nice and quiet a lot of the time, what he had liked about Leadworth, but even back home there were patients and people. "Saw Walter in the lab today. That's always exciting," he said with a secretly fond grin. "How 'bout you?"
"Oh yeah. I bet that was." Amy smiled distractedly, having heard enough about Walter to have decided that she wanted to meet the older gentleman. He seemed like he would be good for a madcap sort of laugh or at the very least fascinating to watch. That could wait though. Definitely not the sort of thing that she had to go rush about to do.
Licking her lips, she tucked a bit of hair behind her ear as she shrugged. "Um. I've been...it was good, you know. Same old sort of thing. Rory, I've been meaning to tell you something, so I think I might just have to say it. It's not bad, at least I don't think it is, but maybe you'd want to sit down?"
He didn't have anything to put away. Living on the island, you didn't need a wallet or keys or a mobile. There wasn't even chapstick or gum. Maybe it was a strange thought, but all Rory wanted at that moment was something in his pockets to put away before he could sit down. Not to avoid the conversation, but to give him ten seconds to compose himself.
"Well if it's not bad," he said with a shaky, weak laugh meant to cut the light tension he felt. It did nothing of the sort, so he sat himself down obediently in a chair, his hands clasped loosely in front of him. "...What is it?"
Now this was the hard bit. She supposed that she could dance around the subject, ask him more questions about his day and generally deflect until it stopped mattering. Somehow she knew that after weeks of quietly fretting and attempting to pretend that nothing was bothering her, it was only going to get worse. Her fingernails likely couldn't handle much more.
"I'm not pregnant," she said, working hard to keep her face completely straight. It didn't last long, her forehead wrinkling in worry as she smiled lamely. "I mean, I thought I might be, but I'm not. I just thought you might want to know."
It was probably the best opening ever for what Amy was trying to accomplish, because at first Rory didn't realize anything out of the ordinary. Of course she wasn't pregnant. It was like stating that the sky was blue or there was boar in the kitchen. He just sat there with a stupid little frown of concentration on his face before it sunk in.
"You... thought you.. might be," he repeated. "How long did you think you might be pregnant? Are you sure? Are you okay? Were you just late? Was this a feeling or...?"
It had been the best that she could manage, but Amy still couldn't help but wonder she should've explained first and then said it. Oh well, there was nothing much that she could do about it now.
"I thought I might be," she repeated with a nod, chewing on her lower lip as she looked first down at her hands and then back up at him. "For about a week? I was late and then I felt like I had a bit of a flu and I couldn't help but put two and two together and think that maybe I was. I'm not though, I went and got checked at the clinic."
Saying it like that made it sound a lot more deceitful than she had intended, though she had snuck around behind his back, worrying and keeping this from him. Why she didn't just tell him when she had a feeling, she didn't know. She supposed that she had just been scared. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner."
Amy was alright and she was sure. Those were the two most important things in Rory's book. It was a bit disappointing, sure, to find out that Amy wasn't pregnant (God, wouldn't that have been amazing), but it was the same boat they were already in. Rory wasn't at all disappointed to carry on with things as they already were, especially if it was just a late period and nothing more serious.
But then there was the other thing... "Yeah, I'm sorry you didn't either," he said, a bit coolly. Though to be honest, it confused him more than upset him. "Why didn't you? I could have seen if you were alright. I could have helped. But a whole week you kept that?"
If Amy were to really think about it, she would admit that she was sort of disappointed. Naturally she was keeping her disappointment firmly contained, deep down in the pit of stomach. It wasn't as if she had never thought about having children, she just wasn't certain if she was ready to be a mother yet. Maybe, but just needed time. To go into it fully prepared.
His coolness stung, despite how much she had tried to prepare for it. She had brought it upon herself, as simple as that. "I know. I just, I didn't think. You're one of my best friends and the love of my life, but I just sort of ran. Again." Chewing on her lower lip, she shrugged. "Maybe it was a girl thing, that I needed to talk to Rahne, but. I should've said. I know."
"I've got nothing against girl things," Rory said, arching his eyebrows to make sure his expression was pointed and clear. But he did keep his tone gentle, despite his face. Sure, Amy frustrated him at times, but he rarely had it in him to get truly angry at her, especially when he knew this sort of thing was in her nature. "You know, you've got to have your space and I've got to have mine. That's fine. But I'm a nurse. And -- no offense to your reproductive rights and not insinuating any control over your body -- a baby would be ours. A part of both of us. It's something we'd be in together, Amy."
"I know you don't." Amy shrugged, knowing that that had been an awful example. This was Rory, he was a nurse and one of her best friends and she loved him. Just sometimes she really couldn't help herself, couldn't stop once she had gotten started.
Reaching out she took one of his hands in hers, leaning closer to him so that their knees touched. "I know. You'd be a great dad, are going to be a great dad and I can't imagine having anybody's baby but yours. But I don't know if I'd be such a good mum, you know? Next time, I'll tell you straight away. I promise."
"Wha?" So taken aback by the statement hidden between reassurances, Rory couldn't even get the word of surprise out fully.
"Amy..." Squeezing her hand, he pulled her closer, directing her to sit down in his lap so his arm could wrap around her. "Amy, you'd make a great mum. You're going to make the best mum. Our baby -- whenever we have one -- ... or more -- is going to love you just as much as I do. And you're going to love him or her and that's what matters."
Amy had been an only child. She had been the centre of her parents' world and while that had been nice, she had often wished that she had had a sibling. Perhaps that was yet another reason she had been so attached to her Raggedy Doctor. He had been someone that kept her from being alone.
Moving so that she was seated on his lap, she twined her fingers with his. Resting her forehead against his, she nodded as she felt tears pricking her eyes. "I hope so. I mean, I love my mum, but look at me. I'm more than a bit mad and you, you're going to be fabulous. There's no one I'd rather do it with. Not even crossing my mind."
Rory couldn't help but smile at that. Not that he had had any doubts in this regard, of Amy wanting to start a family with anyone else, but he had sometimes wondered if or when she would want a family at all. It involved a lot of settling down and staying put, neither of which were really Amy's strong suits. But Rory knew what he was getting into when he gave his heart to Amy Pond, and he'd be damned if he took it back because she didn't subscribe to his timetable.
And she was a terrible flirt. Rory liked to believe that stung him less these days than it had before, but reassurances never hurt.
"You. Are. Lovely," he insisted, looking up at her. "Just as you are. A bit mad and prone to trouble and funny and fun and sometimes awfully loud and loving and wonderful. ..I waited for you, Amy. Because I want to live my life with you. I want you as the mother of my child, no other way and no one else."
There was nothing wrong with liking a good flirt. It didn't have to mean anything, was just a nice way of making someone feel good about themselves. Just because she was now married and almost properly settled didn't mean that she could have a little fun like that.
But that was besides the point. The point was that this was Rory who had waited for and who she would wait for. If there was anyone that she would hold still for it was going to be him. Of course she didn't know how long it would take for her to settle down, but she would. She would try just for him.
"Oh Rory, I love you," she pressed a kiss against his lips not entirely certain what else she should say. That would work for now. "You're so much better at being the things I'm not. I'm glad that you put up with me."
"Er, fine. Good. You know, same kind of day I have every day." It was nice and quiet a lot of the time, what he had liked about Leadworth, but even back home there were patients and people. "Saw Walter in the lab today. That's always exciting," he said with a secretly fond grin. "How 'bout you?"
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Licking her lips, she tucked a bit of hair behind her ear as she shrugged. "Um. I've been...it was good, you know. Same old sort of thing. Rory, I've been meaning to tell you something, so I think I might just have to say it. It's not bad, at least I don't think it is, but maybe you'd want to sit down?"
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"Well if it's not bad," he said with a shaky, weak laugh meant to cut the light tension he felt. It did nothing of the sort, so he sat himself down obediently in a chair, his hands clasped loosely in front of him. "...What is it?"
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"I'm not pregnant," she said, working hard to keep her face completely straight. It didn't last long, her forehead wrinkling in worry as she smiled lamely. "I mean, I thought I might be, but I'm not. I just thought you might want to know."
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"You... thought you.. might be," he repeated. "How long did you think you might be pregnant? Are you sure? Are you okay? Were you just late? Was this a feeling or...?"
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"I thought I might be," she repeated with a nod, chewing on her lower lip as she looked first down at her hands and then back up at him. "For about a week? I was late and then I felt like I had a bit of a flu and I couldn't help but put two and two together and think that maybe I was. I'm not though, I went and got checked at the clinic."
Saying it like that made it sound a lot more deceitful than she had intended, though she had snuck around behind his back, worrying and keeping this from him. Why she didn't just tell him when she had a feeling, she didn't know. She supposed that she had just been scared. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner."
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But then there was the other thing... "Yeah, I'm sorry you didn't either," he said, a bit coolly. Though to be honest, it confused him more than upset him. "Why didn't you? I could have seen if you were alright. I could have helped. But a whole week you kept that?"
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His coolness stung, despite how much she had tried to prepare for it. She had brought it upon herself, as simple as that. "I know. I just, I didn't think. You're one of my best friends and the love of my life, but I just sort of ran. Again." Chewing on her lower lip, she shrugged. "Maybe it was a girl thing, that I needed to talk to Rahne, but. I should've said. I know."
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Reaching out she took one of his hands in hers, leaning closer to him so that their knees touched. "I know. You'd be a great dad, are going to be a great dad and I can't imagine having anybody's baby but yours. But I don't know if I'd be such a good mum, you know? Next time, I'll tell you straight away. I promise."
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"Amy..." Squeezing her hand, he pulled her closer, directing her to sit down in his lap so his arm could wrap around her. "Amy, you'd make a great mum. You're going to make the best mum. Our baby -- whenever we have one -- ... or more -- is going to love you just as much as I do. And you're going to love him or her and that's what matters."
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Moving so that she was seated on his lap, she twined her fingers with his. Resting her forehead against his, she nodded as she felt tears pricking her eyes. "I hope so. I mean, I love my mum, but look at me. I'm more than a bit mad and you, you're going to be fabulous. There's no one I'd rather do it with. Not even crossing my mind."
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And she was a terrible flirt. Rory liked to believe that stung him less these days than it had before, but reassurances never hurt.
"You. Are. Lovely," he insisted, looking up at her. "Just as you are. A bit mad and prone to trouble and funny and fun and sometimes awfully loud and loving and wonderful. ..I waited for you, Amy. Because I want to live my life with you. I want you as the mother of my child, no other way and no one else."
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But that was besides the point. The point was that this was Rory who had waited for and who she would wait for. If there was anyone that she would hold still for it was going to be him. Of course she didn't know how long it would take for her to settle down, but she would. She would try just for him.
"Oh Rory, I love you," she pressed a kiss against his lips not entirely certain what else she should say. That would work for now. "You're so much better at being the things I'm not. I'm glad that you put up with me."
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