Elliot and Todd's Love(?) Shack -- Tuesday 11pm

[barbiemd]

Pink stationary is probably one of those things you would expect from me. I even have Dr. Elliot Lilly Reid, MD in fancy gold script at the top. Dainty daisies seem to float along the borders of the stationary. I'm pretty sure if I was to use this for anything professional, I would get laughed out of the medical profession. It was a birthday

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[tehtawdtime]

I lock the door behind me and slip off my shoes. I pause and listen. I don't hear anything. She must be in bed already.

I sigh and make my way up the stairs, taking off the dew rag, which makes me stop paying attention to where I'm walking, and accidentally slam into my bedroom door. I groan and rub my forehead, wondering if I could leave a dent in the door.

That would bother the fuck out of me. I'd have to get a new door. I open the door and flip on the light.

There's a note on my pillow, cutesy pink. I walk over and pick it up, smiling a little at Elliot's adorable handwriting. She wants to see me!

I go to her room and tap on the door. I don't get an answer, so I walk in and sit down on the side of her bed.

She's fast asleep. She's so peaceful when she's asleep. I watch her for a moment, feeling my heart swell with the still-new feeling of love. I was still a little sad about the whole bar thing, but I don't even think about that now. I push her hair out of her face and gently nudge her.

"Elliot." I say softly. "Hey, Elliot, wake up."

[barbiemd]

"But Mummy I don't want to go to etiquette class. They made fun of my lazy eye," As my eyes adjust to the darkened room, I realize that I am not fifteen and it doesn't really matter if you know which fork is the shrimp fork. I rub my eyes, and lean up and little, "What time s'it?" I ask grumpily, letting it slip my mind that I asked to be woken up.

[tehtawdtime]

I smile at her waking-up-antics. I look at my watch. "It's not even two."

I reach over and tuck some of her hair out of her face. "I miss you."

[barbiemd]

"I can't decide whether that's early or late," I mumble as I continue rubbing my eyes. I sit up, and fiddle with the bedsheets nervously, "How was work?"

[tehtawdtime]

"It was cool." I reply. "Kid came in with a fence-post through his arm. I don't even know how that happened..." I shake my head. "How was your day?"

[barbiemd]

"Not too bad, I got off work at two," I wave my now plaster free arm in his face, "See? No cast." I was not a fan in getting the cast removed though. They could have cut my frickin' arm off, "But you do know I didn't ask to be awoken from my much needed beauty sleep to ask about your day, don't you?"

[tehtawdtime]

She doesn't have a cast anymore. Cool. "Cool." I run my finger down her healed, castless arm. "I bet that's a relief."

I duck my head. "Yeah. I was really just hoping you wanted to see me, because we haven't been around each other for a while...unless you count fighting, but I don't." I shrug. "What's up?"

[barbiemd]

I freeze at his question. Part of me want to blurt it out, and the other part wants to ask how his penis is and hope that strikes up a four hour conversation. Still, my conversation with JD the other day had instilled some confidence in me. I might as well tell him. If he found out after the fact, it would just make things worse, "God.. I wish there was an easier way to tell you this.."

[tehtawdtime]

Oh shit.

She doesn't want me around anymore, is that it? Is she breaking up with me? Fuck.

I bite my lip and watch her warily, waiting for the blow. I'm already making plans:

I'll just say I understand, pack my shit up, put it in the car, and drive to the nearest hotel and stay there until I can find an apartment. And during that time, I'll be completely wasted. Mental note: stop by liquor store.

"What is it?"

[barbiemd]

He already looks like he wants to jump out the window. (Luckily I lock mine. I mean, what if the burglars have a ladder?) JD was wrong, I shouldn't have even told him. This was a huge mistake. Like, that time I cut my bangs, big. Okay, probably shouldn't compare my recent spermination to a bad hair month, but I don't know what else to compare it to. "I'm.. pregnant," I choke out, awaiting his most likely even more freaked out response.

[tehtawdtime]

I fall off the bed. I might have blacked out for a second, I'm not sure. I scramble up and sit back on the bed, wide-eyed.

Well, I'm relieved that she's not getting rid of me. But...wow...

"Really? Wow..."

Holy fucking shit, I'm going to be someone's father. Elliot's going to be someone's mother, and oh my God...we're totally going to be some poor sap's parents!

We aren't ready for that, are we? Can we do this?!

WHAT DO WE DO NOW?!

"W-what do we do now?"

[barbiemd]

I nearly jump when he falls off the bed. I wait for him to rejoin me, before continuing, "Well.. I think we know what we should do," and there goes that voice again that I can hardly recognize. My mind wanders to the two unused pregnancy tests in the medicine cabinet. The only reason I hadn't chugged a gallon of water and triple checked was because I was too scared to see another unholy pink plus sign, "....right?"

[tehtawdtime]

I raise an eyebrow and lean forward, hoping she elaborates.

"Uh, what should we do?" I raise my hands in an "I'm sorry, I'm clueless" kind of way.

Her voice sounds weird. Kind of like a robot. Robo-Elliot would be kind of hot...

[barbiemd]

I sigh, "Neither of us is ready for this, you know that, so..." I raise my eyebrows in a don't-make-me-say-it sort of way, trying to transmit the word via brainwaves.

[tehtawdtime]

Oh, I get it now. "Ohhh."

I think about it. "Yeah." I say softly. "We couldn't do it, not right now." I sigh.

"It's the right thing to do, right?"

A part of me is devastated, though. For a brief moment, I was entertaining the idea of raising a little us, and liking it. But it's totally the right thing to do. We couldn't do it.

Maybe one day, though. I think about the ring hidden in my underwear drawer. I need to give that to her soon. Now is not the time, though.

I hold out my arms to her, wanting to hug her. I don't know if she wants to, though. I hope she does. I-Need-a-Hug-Five.

[barbiemd]

"You're not mad?" I don't let him reply, because I know the answer already. I lean in and hug him tightly, "I was so scared to tell you." My voice is breaking again, but at least he knows now.