Chapter 12

Two months had passed since that night. It just turned into one of those things we added to our growing list of things never to talk about again. Munic, the fact that I'm a Homunculus, my "insanity" episode I went through last year, Katsura, and now me sleeping with a strange drunk guy when I was, too, drunk. We just didn't talk about those things.

     One morning, early in the morning, I hyperventilated again. It came from a dream I was having, but it was one of those dreams that you can't remember when you wake up. I was wheezing on the floor, calling for Edward because I was scared and I couldn't remember where I put all of the paper bags that the hospital gave me. Even my throat was on fire that time.

     Edward finally heard me, and he barged into the room with a paper bag, helping me breathe into it. I did, and it worked, just like Alphonse said it would. When I was breathing normally again, I felt fine. Just a little shaken.

     "Better?" Edward had asked me.

     "Yeah..." I had managed to say back. He helped me back into bed, and that was the end of it. He never brought it up again after that morning.

     Another strange thing was that he was always hesitant to talk about Alphonse. I didn't get it, but I didn't pry, either. I kept on having images of when Al punched Edward that night, and it led me to believe they were still fighting about it. I kept my mouth shut about it. If Edward wanted to talk about it, he would bring it up himself.

     He never did.

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It was a boring rainy day outside, the December air cold and frosting the windows. It was sleeting outside, and dark. I slept in late that morning, feeling my depression hitting me full swing, mainly because of the weather.

     Edward knocked on my door, telling me to get my lazy butt out of bed. I threw one of my pillows at the door and told him to go shove it up his a*s. That's when he opened the door and marched in, half dragging, half carrying me out of bed.

     "Get dressed," he said, shoving me into my closet. He closed the door and said, "I'm going to be standing out here the whole time, so there's no point in avoiding it."

     "I can stay in here all day," I said, slumping against the door. He pounded really hard on it, right in the middle of my back, and I sighed heavily, flicking on the light switch and grabbing a random pair of jeans, white T-shirt, and a black sweatshirt with a zipper.

     When I was changed, I knocked on the door, and Edward opened it. I don't know why, but he hugged me.

     "You're depressed today," he said quietly, his arms around me. I responded by hugging him back, not really in the mood for talking.

     "You don't have to be," Edward said, lightly rubbing my back with his AutoMail hand. "there's nothing to be depressed about today. Things are no different than yesterday."

     But there were things to be depressed about. I just didn't know what those things were. I kind of understood my depression, but then again, I didn't understand it at all. I mainly deciphered that the weather was a big part of it, and past memories that were trying to surface in my mind was another part. The third part was mixed emotions not sure how to come out.

     "It's eleven," Edward said, releasing me and taking hold of my hand. "so how 'bout I make you some lunch?" I wasn't very hungry, but I nodded, keeping my face blank. Edward gave a sad smile, and quickly turned, leading me out of my bedroom and down to the kitchen, where he sat me down at the table and asked, "What do you want  me to make you to eat?" I shrugged.

     "You know what's kind of funny?" Edward said suddenly. "I've known you all this time, and I still hardly know little things about you, like what your favorite food is." Edward gave a small chuckle and walked over to the cabinet by the fridge, where he took out a loaf of bread.

     I yawned, staring out the window above the sink. It was really raining out there, the view from the window warped because all of the rain droplets on it.

     In almost no time at all, Edward set a sandwich on a plate in front of me.

     "Bon appetite," Edward said, sitting across the round table rom me. I looked at the sadwich a minute, starting to feel sick. I pushed it away and laid my head on the table, the sick knot in my stomach tightening. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

     "Lucy?" Edward asked. "Are you okay?"

     No. I felt something rise up into my esophagus and quickly covered my mouth, standing up and practically running over to the sink.

     As soon as I hung my head over one side of the sink, I vomitted, the foul stench filling my nostrils and making me want to vomit more. My throat burned, my stomach hurt, and my eyes watered.

     Edward was behind me, holding my hair until it was over.

     I finally finished, muttering "Goddamn" as I wiped my mouth with a near by dish rag and turning on the faucet to wash out the bile.

     "Feeling a little better?" Edward asked me as he took the dish rag and threw it across the kitchen into the blue laundry basket to be washed later.

     "A little," I admitted, splashing the water around to clean up my mess.

     "I'll take care of this," Edward said quietly, taking a scrubbing pad. "you go lay down or something."

     "Fine," I mumbled as I turned and headed for the stairs. Once I was up and in my room, I called a clinic I used to go to in Central to schedule a doctor's appointment at 2. Something was wrong indeed. I knew it in the pit of my gut.

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It was almost 2.

     "Where're you off to?" Edward asked as I slipped on my shoes and grabbed my coat off of it's hook by the door.

     "Central," I said.

     "But you're sick," Edward said slowly.

     "I'm just fine, Edward," I said, looking at him. "but I made a doctor's appointment a few hours ago, just to be sure. I have to go now."

     "Do you want me to come with you?" he asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.

     "No, I'm fine," I told him, trying to give him a reassuring smile. "Trust me. I just don't know when I'll be back."

     "Call after you're done," he said. "I'll meet you by the station here in Resembool."

     "Sounds like a plan," I said, opening the door.

     "Lucy, hold on," Edward said suddenly. I sighed and closed the door. "What, Ed?"

     Again, I felt his arms go around me.

     "What's with all the hugs lately?" I asked him, trying not to sound mean by it.

     "Lucy," Edward said. "you know I love you. Please, be honest with me about where you're going and what you're up to. Call when you're done with your check-up. I'll meet you here. I love you."

     "Ed..." He was still lingering on what happened those two months ago. "I know. I-I love you, too." I felt myself blushing as I said it. "I promise you, what happened before isn't going to happen again." I turned and looked at him, his arms loosening a bit around me. "Promise." 

     He grinned, a relieved look washing over him. "That's good to hear," he whispered, leaning down to kiss me. Our lips met, and my heart fluttered in my chest. Guilt sometimes still overpowered me, but I knew Edward was going to stay with me, no matter how painful and difficult things got.

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I certainly didn't expect what was coming.

     "E-Excuse me?" I stammered, hoping I heard her wrong.

     "I said," Dr. Kari Marcoh, an old friend, said, a little louder to make sure I heard her. "that you're now a little over two months into your pregnancy."

     No, I thought. No, no, no!

     "Well, congradulations, Lucy," Dr. Marcoh said, jotting something down in a notebook. "Now, who's the father?"

     I didn't say anything. The father was definately Evan.

     "W-Well," I began, clenching my fists on my lap. "all I know about him is his first name."

     "Well, who's going to father this baby, then?" Dr. Marcoh asked, tapping her pen against my stomach.

     Again, I didn't say anything. Edward was the first name that came to my mind, and I couldn't force a baby onto him. I especially couldn't, considering it was Evan's child. How could Edward ever love a child that was from the seed of another man?

     "Do you need some time to think about this, Lucy?" she asked gently. I nodded, feeling my eyes well up with tears but commanding them not to fall.

     "Is it okay if I use the phone?" I asked. She said yes and stood up, going to the door.

     "Take all the time you need," she said before walking out and closing it.

     I sat there for a few moments, unsure of what to do and who to call. Not Edward. I couldn't talk to him over the phone. Unsure of my motives, I walked to the phone and decided to call Alphonse.

     I hesitantly dialed the number, and a woman answered the phone.

     "Yes, hello?" she said.

     "Could I please speak to State Alchemist Alphonse Elric?" I said into the phone, commanding my voice not to waver.

     "May I ask who's calling?"

     "Tell him it's Lucy."

     "Yes, one moment please." There was the click of the line being transferred, and then the low ring of the phone.

     I thought I could hear my heart thudding louder in my ears as each second passed, and then he finally answered. By then, my tears had spilled.

     "Lucy, what is it?" Alphonse asked, sounding worried. "Are you okay? What happened?"

     "Alphonse," I started, my voice quavering. "I...Alphonse, I--"

     "You're crying," he said, cutting me off. "We can't talk about this over the phone. Where are you? I'll come to you."

     I gave him the name of the clinic.

     "Why are you there?" he asked. "What's wrong?"

     "Alphonse..." I started, taking a deep breath. "I don't know what to do, Alphonse."

     "Well, what's the matter?"

     My heart was thudding hard against my ribcage. "Al, I'm pregnant."

Author's Note

I brought Dr. Kari Marcoh (from Heart of Pain) back into the story! XD

Reviews

[Anonymous]

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[dachildofevil]

hahahaha so you combined yours and the other girls story!! very clever my dear, very clever
XDD
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if your putting your idea into it....
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[Emunah June.]

I knew it. I knew that was coming. Lol you're so predictable sometimes. :)