"Well?" Tom asks hopefully.
You shake your head and throw the pregnancy test in the trash. He slumps against the bathroom wall and grabs your hands, pulling you against his chest.
"I'm sorry, darling. It'll happen soon, I promise."
"How can you be sure?"
"Darling, we've only been trying for two months. You can't get discouraged yet."
"But with Coriolanus coming up, you'll be gone more."
"We'll make it work. Don't worry."
You sigh. A tear escapes your eye and soaks into his shirt.
"Let's go for a walk," he whispers into your ear.
"Isn't it a little cold?"
He shrugs. You can't think of anything better to do. If Tom would let you, you'd just crawl back into bed and stay there for the rest of the day, but he won't, so you sigh and agree to go for a walk.
"Tom, where are we going? I thought you just wanted to go for a walk. Can't we go home?"
He ushers you around a corner and down a busy street. He stops in front of a coffee and book shop and opens the door.
"You wanted to go for a walk to get coffee?" you question, walking through the open door.
"We could have made tea at home."
"They have books here," he smiles.
"We have books at home, too."
"Why do you always have to be so difficult?" he sighs.
"You're the one who decided to go out for tea and books when we have both of those things at home."
"Maybe I just wanted to take my wonderful, beautiful, amazing wife out to spend some time with her. Did you think of that? What do you want?"
You order your drinks and move to a table in the corner. You glance out the window and sigh.
"We should have brought an umbrella."
"It's not so bad out. It's just drizzling," he shrugs.
There's a clap of thunder and lightning flashes across the sky. You look at him and raise your eyebrows.
"We'll get a cab," he nods.
He reaches across the table and takes your hand.
"You know it'll happen, right? The baby?"
You sigh and look down at your tea. "You can't be sure of that. Anything could go wrong."
"But it won't. It's going to happen."
"But what if it doesn't? What if we just can't get pregnant?"
He shakes is head. "You're worrying too much. But, if we can't, we'll figure something out. I promise, one way or another, we're going to have a baby."
You get home and reach for the light switch. Nothing.
"What?" Tom asks, hanging up your coats on the wall hooks.
"The electricity's out."
The storm had gotten worse on your way home from the shop. Rain falls heavily from the sky, the wind blows branches and twigs from the trees.
"Great," he grumbles.
You begin to make your way to the bedroom, but Tom's hands clutch your waist and he pulls you into his grasp.
"Tom," you smile as he kisses your temple soflty, "I want to change out of these clothes. I'm soaked."
He releases you and follows you into the bedroom, collapsing onto the bed.
"Off," you say, grabbing his hand and trying to pull him off the bed. He doesn't budge. "You're going to get the bed all wet."
"It's my side of the bed. If I want to get it wet, then I'll get it wet."
"I don't want to be cuddling in a puddle tonight. If that bed is still wet, you're going to have to sleep without me in your arms."
"Can't we cuddle on your side of the bed?"
"Well, we could, but then you wouldn't learn your lesson."
He sighs and gets off the bed. He pulls his shirt over his head and makes his way to the dresser. He bends over and picks up a shirt you left lying on the floor this morning.
"You couldn't bother to put this in the hamper?"
"It's still clean."
"Then why is it on the floor?"
You shrug, "I guess it fell out of the dresser when I was getting dressed and I didn't remember to pick it up."
He chuckles and turns back to the dresser. You watch his shoulder blades shift as he folds the shirt. You move up behind him and wrap your arms around his warm body.
"You're still wet," he says, pulling out some dry clothes.
"Then it's a good thing you haven't put on a dry shirt yet."
He manuevers himself so he's facing you. He tosses a shirt and some pants onto your head. You laugh and tug them off so they're not covering your eyes. He leans down to whisper something into your ear.
"Darling," he breaths.
"You're dripping water on the floor."
You pull back and glare at him. He chuckles softly as you pull yourself from his grasp and march into the bathroom, pretending to be upset.
You're lying in bed, trying to go to sleep. You feel Tom's strong arms wrap around your body.
"What do you think you're doing?" you ask.
"My side of the bed is wet."
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