The Unexpected ~ PG-13 (Prologue/?)
Title: The Unexpected
Summary: Several weeks after going home with one of the guys from the bar on Valentine's Day, Ruby realizes she's pregnant. When Mr. Gold realizes this himself, he takes a particular interest in her.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: 1x19
Pairing/Characters: Eventual Ruby/Gold, Granny, Dr. Whale, Emma, mentions Graham, Ashley, and Sean
A/N: Inspired by at least a few prompts on the ouatkinkmeme, here goes.
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Prologue:
When Ruby had first realized she might be pregnant, her first thought had of course gone to when it could have happened. Valentine's Day was the only time she could think of offhand, having gone home with one of the guys she had met up at the bar and the rest had mostly been a blur.
She was sure she had caught his name that night, but she had been drinking and it had been almost two months since then. The fact she hadn't seen him around town since had done nothing to help her remember either. With that, she guessed it didn't matter. If the guy had really been interested or had cared even to see her again he would have left her with a number or would have made it a point to come see her at the diner. Since he hadn't, she decided that was all she needed to know. Any choice she made from here was up to her: What she would do, how she would handle Granny, when she would make an appointment with Dr. Whale, all of it.
"Are you happy now?" Granny had demanded, her voice firm though she wasn't yelling; just as Ruby had expected. From there the old woman had launched into calling her irresponsible among many other colorful names, proclaiming this would be one more expense they couldn't afford and that she was in no way pleased by this. Ruby didn't entirely blame her for being angry, but at the same time if ever there had been a time she had wished for a hug and a few words of sympathy from her grandmother; or anyone, that was certainly it. It wasn't as though she had planned this, or had even particularly wanted it and she was usually so careful. Why else would now have been the first time she had gotten pregnant? But it didn't matter to Granny and her, "You got yourself into this, you get yourself out" attitude.
However, Ruby decided there seemed to at least be one ever so slight bright spot in this when she had gone to Dr. Whale. For the first time he hadn't been his usual lecherous self with her. She guessed it was because of the reason for her visit, or perhaps how the paper gown had done nothing for her figure, but it was still a relief.
"So what's the damage, Doc?" she asked him when he came back into the exam room while her hands gently gripped the side of the table and her legs dangled off the side.
Glancing back to her chart though he hardly needed to, Whale told her, "It seems your home test was accurate. You are indeed pregnant. And your guestimation of your being around two and a half months along seems accurate as well."
"Peachy," Ruby sighed. So much for her past hopes of her now second skipped month being stress-related.
For the next several weeks Ruby fought to tune out Granny's side comments, and tried not to think too much about how her tips were sure to suffer once she started showing. The men of Storybrooke, and she was sure a few of the women as well, came to the diner almost specifically for her brand of scenery and often tipped her well in return for it.
Briefly, she chuckled at the thought she might get lucky and someone in Storybrooke might be into the sight of pregnant women enough to tip her as the others had for her previous figure.
Of course, Ruby couldn't know then just how right she was in that thought, and brief hope, being fact.
Summary: Several weeks after going home with one of the guys from the bar on Valentine's Day, Ruby realizes she's pregnant. When Mr. Gold realizes this himself, he takes a particular interest in her.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: 1x19
Pairing/Characters: Eventual Ruby/Gold, Granny, Dr. Whale, Emma, mentions Graham, Ashley, and Sean
A/N: Inspired by at least a few prompts on the ouatkinkmeme, here goes.
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Prologue:
When Ruby had first realized she might be pregnant, her first thought had of course gone to when it could have happened. Valentine's Day was the only time she could think of offhand, having gone home with one of the guys she had met up at the bar and the rest had mostly been a blur.
She was sure she had caught his name that night, but she had been drinking and it had been almost two months since then. The fact she hadn't seen him around town since had done nothing to help her remember either. With that, she guessed it didn't matter. If the guy had really been interested or had cared even to see her again he would have left her with a number or would have made it a point to come see her at the diner. Since he hadn't, she decided that was all she needed to know. Any choice she made from here was up to her: What she would do, how she would handle Granny, when she would make an appointment with Dr. Whale, all of it.
"Are you happy now?" Granny had demanded, her voice firm though she wasn't yelling; just as Ruby had expected. From there the old woman had launched into calling her irresponsible among many other colorful names, proclaiming this would be one more expense they couldn't afford and that she was in no way pleased by this. Ruby didn't entirely blame her for being angry, but at the same time if ever there had been a time she had wished for a hug and a few words of sympathy from her grandmother; or anyone, that was certainly it. It wasn't as though she had planned this, or had even particularly wanted it and she was usually so careful. Why else would now have been the first time she had gotten pregnant? But it didn't matter to Granny and her, "You got yourself into this, you get yourself out" attitude.
However, Ruby decided there seemed to at least be one ever so slight bright spot in this when she had gone to Dr. Whale. For the first time he hadn't been his usual lecherous self with her. She guessed it was because of the reason for her visit, or perhaps how the paper gown had done nothing for her figure, but it was still a relief.
"So what's the damage, Doc?" she asked him when he came back into the exam room while her hands gently gripped the side of the table and her legs dangled off the side.
Glancing back to her chart though he hardly needed to, Whale told her, "It seems your home test was accurate. You are indeed pregnant. And your guestimation of your being around two and a half months along seems accurate as well."
"Peachy," Ruby sighed. So much for her past hopes of her now second skipped month being stress-related.
For the next several weeks Ruby fought to tune out Granny's side comments, and tried not to think too much about how her tips were sure to suffer once she started showing. The men of Storybrooke, and she was sure a few of the women as well, came to the diner almost specifically for her brand of scenery and often tipped her well in return for it.
Briefly, she chuckled at the thought she might get lucky and someone in Storybrooke might be into the sight of pregnant women enough to tip her as the others had for her previous figure.
Of course, Ruby couldn't know then just how right she was in that thought, and brief hope, being fact.