|She Has My Hart
Author: Carlypso PM
Tony meets Heather at a motorbike expo, and he can't seem to leave her alone! Unlike most women she is uninterested, but luckily for Heather her family loves Tony, and he continues to show up at her house.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Family - A. E. Stark/Tony - Chapters: 22 - Words: 67,881 - Reviews: 109 - Favs: 152 - Follows: 142 - Updated: 06-21-12 - Published: 07-04-10 - Status: Complete - id: 6111630
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Cranky had been the words to describe Heather this week. She had hardly been sleeping after being up long hours of the night, and couldn't get back to sleep because of reasons Tony simply thought were stupid. He wouldn't tell her that he thought these reasons were stupid because he feared Heather would release her wrath on him like he had never seen before. The idea of his fiancée shooting laser beams from her eyes terrified him, and although it was biologically impossible for Heather to do such a thing, he wouldn't put it past her to make something like that.
It also seemed that during Heathers lack of sleep, she had accumulated enough bad luck to last anyone a life time. Parts for her new project (That she refused to tell him about) weren't coming in. They shipping company claimed that they had delivered the items but Heather hadn't gotten them. After fighting with the company on the phone and winning the argument (Tony was very proud) she went to her room to discover that one of her many brothers had broken her mirror on her vanity.
Tony hadn't known her vanity was a big deal until she went off into a rampage. This fit was so bad that he had very carefully escaped from the house, he was happy he hadn't gotten caught because if Heather did see him sneaking away she might have castrated him. When she had calmed down enough Tony had brought her back to his place to show her his newest purchase for the house.
Set up neatly in the corner of his massive bathroom was an old vanity. He figured after her old was one broken an new antique vanity would make her feel better and that wasn't half of the reason why he placed such an old vanity in their bathroom. Tony was not a fan of old things, but for this vanity he made an exaptation. The vanity belonged to non-other than his mother, he had very fond memories of it as a child, where his mother spent hours in front of the thing gently applying makeup. Nothing would make him happier then to see Heather doing the same thing, and he knew that she would take care of it.
This small event seemed to make her extremely happy, but it was short lived a couple of days later when Heather was walking in the garage past one of his robots. She was still running on her lack of sleep and in her tired haze stopped infront of one of his robots that watched her curiously.
In her hands Heather held a lighter and with that lighter she used it to burn off a lose thread off her shirt. As soon as he saw her flick the lighter on he knew it was a bad idea, and cringed waiting for it to happen. The robot that stood beside Heather gently turned it head and released a massive amount of foam onto Heather who stood stunned a few minutes later.
Tony clenched his teeth together waiting for her to freak out, but when she tossed her lighter onto the ground and simply stated that she was done a look of confusion crossed his face.
"Done? What do you mean done?" Tony asked in a panic, done with him? Done with the house? Done with what? Tony started to panic even more when the thought of her being done with him crossed his mind, he couldn't lose her, and he couldn't lose her now.
"Just done, I'm going to get more blood tests, and birth control." She snapped passing him to walk up the stairs to get changed. Tony didn't know how badly she wanted to sleep until that moment, and all fairness Tony could never tell if she was sick if she were wearing makeup, unless she acted out of character.
Heather going to the doctor's to get blood testing done and birth control was normal. She like many other woman, were required to get blood testing done every time they got a new injection of their birth control.
It had taken Heather less than fifteen minutes to change her outfit, and when she came down she was swinging her old truck keys in her hand. Around her shoulder she held a makeup bag which she carried from house to house. He knew after her appointment that she was going to go home, and hopefully she would sleep for a massive amount of time.
"I'll see you later." He said softly kissing her in the corner of her mouth, she gladly accepted his kiss, with a stiff smile before fixing the button on his shirt that had come undone.
Heather then silently exited his garage heading towards the doctor's office. The sun was extremely bright and the sunglasses over her eyes were hardly helping her vision. She swore to herself when she flicked on her air to find that the only thing that poured through her vents was hot air and the smell of gasoline. She quickly flicked it off and cracked a window as she silently drove.
Her doctor was a young man, and the only reason why she went to him was because he was a 'friend of the family'. In all actuality her was a friend of her brothers who had barely skidded by in medical school. Her family quickly took up the opportunity to have a doctor who they trusted so much. Heather on the other hand would have preferred if they went somewhere else, but too lazy to change her doctor stayed where she was.
When she stepped into the cool office she quickly pulled off her glasses and sat them on top of her head. A look of annoyance crossed her face when she realized that a few people in the room staired at her, and that the woman behind the desk fidgeted in excitement when she walked in.
The young woman of about 23 was named Rebecca, and Heather (as well as everyone else) knew Rebecca and the married doctor were messing around. Rebecca a small, high pitched woman was extremely excitable, annoying, and nosy. By the end of the day Heather was sure the entire world would know what kind of birth-control she was on, and how long.
As Heather tried to contain her annoyance over the girl she silently chewed on the inside of her lip. As she signed in and tried to ignore the blabber coming from the girls mouth about whatever she was talking about (Heather had no interest in listening at all).
When she finished signing in she sat down on a small leather chair beside a woman who was trying very hard not to stare at Heather. Heather knew what was coming and before the woman could open her mouth to ask her if she was, who the woman thought she was Heather snapped, 'no'.
The woman who seemed flustered by her response then proceeded to fight with Heather on the topic but was quickly shot down when Heather said, "Yeah, I get that a lot."
Thankfully the woman seemed to drop the topic, but still kept a close eye on Heather who tried to ignore the entire situation by flipping through an old magazine she already owned.
"Heather?" A young man asked stepping into the room. His hair was brown, short, and if anything he looked more like a bulldog then a man. Heather could picture him with grey hair, and drool hanging out of the side of his mouth. She tried to contain these thoughts, because these were usually things that slipped out of her mouth.
She tossed the magazine on the table in front of her, and she tried to ignore the woman beside her who was indeed gakwaking. Heather had no doubt in her mind that she had figured out that Heather had lied, and quickly slipped away before the woman could rampage about it.
"How are you doing?" He asked guiding her to a small office and closing the door behind them. Heather muttered out a soft fine before sitting on the odd medical bed with paper pulled down the middle. The man chuckled before pulling a clip board behind his back.
He continued to mutter on about things (which he always did), like how his wife was doing, his children, and anything else he thought that she would report back to her parents. Heather of course never did, because she honestly couldn't remember anything after she left, just the things she needed to do.
Her mind finally reeled back in when he started flipping through the tests of her blood testing. This was a common procedure before any more of her birth control was administered, and of course it was administered by needle which would leave Heather sore for days.
There was a sudden hiss from his mouth when his eyes read over something. Suddenly Heather's heart started to beat faster, the first thing that came to her mind was that something was wrong, and she instantly thought of cancer.
"What? Whats wrong?" She panicked gripping the side of the bed leaning forward. She suddenly felt nocuous, did she want to know? Or maybe something didn't look right on the tests and they would order new ones? Maybe then it would be proven to be a false negative? Yes, false negatives would be good.
"Well Heather, it seems that you're pregnant." He said quickly flipping the paper as if the news would make the situation any better. Heather could feel her face pale, she wasn't sure she could heard him correctly.
"What?" She asked her body swaying a bit.
"Yes, it appears that you are pregnant."
She had held out the excessive amount of tears before she got to the car, where a few onlookers watcher her privately sob before pulling out of the parking lot with Soddy eyes. One man in particular watched from his office with a careful eye. His fingers slotted between the blinds that were pulled apart enough to all him a clear vision of Heather.
His bull dog face and doctors coat clearly gave him away, and with a frown on his face he walked away from his window to make a quick phone call. He frowned dialing the number he with big sloppy fingers, his heart was beating a mile a minute and he swallowed the saliva that had accumulated in his mouth.
"It's done, she's pregnant." He sputtered on the phone, he hated himself at that moment but he had no choice.
A soft laugh came from the other end of the phone, as Lucas pressed his cell phone closer to his ear. His plan was almost complete the only thing left was for Tony to find out, and a few small details.
"I don't understand what kind of sick plan you have going on, but you need help." The Bulldog doctor said with a scowl, he wanted to lash out on this man make him feel some sort of remorse but he knew with people like him, there was nothing he could do beyond stay as far away from him as possible.
"The only thing you need to know is that if you say anything, I'll tell your wife everything." The sneer on his face could be heard from the opposite side of the phone. The bulldog doctor frowned his heart pounding harshly in his chest.
In all actuality he had been completely faithful to his wife, he loved his wife dearly. He had never done anything in their long relationship that could risk the loss of his wife and children. But that didn't mean Jack could lie through his teeth about it. Who would know better than his best friend?
Even if the Doctor could explain, and convince his wife was truly going on it didn't change the fact that from that moment on his wife could possibly never trust him again. There would always be mistrust in their relationship, because honestly who would believe that Lucas wanted his sister to get pregnant?
"I understand." The doctor said, a grunt came from Lucas on the other end. A few seconds later he could hear a dial tone that signaled the end of their conversation, with a frown the man hung up his phone. He had regretted what he had done, and he could never forgive himself.
Heather sat quietly on her parent's fount porch with her large sunglasses covering her eyes. She had checked her appearance before she had slipped out of the tuck and she knew she looked horrible. Her eyes were glassy, and they were rimmed red from crying.
She tiredly rested her head on her knuckles are she waited for something better to happen. The thought of being pregnant being terrified her, she didn't even know how far along she could be.
The sudden creaking noise from the end of the deck startled Heather from her thoughts, and she turned her head to see the commotion. Her eyes rested on her Grandmother who was carrying two cups. Heather watched as the older woman quietly settled down beside her on the porch swing.
"I thought you would need this." She said handing Heather a cup of hot water. Heather looked at the cup with her eyebrows scrunched in confusion, usually her Grandmother handed her hot coffee when she was upset but never water.
"Hot water?" Heather asked tilting the cup to examine the water with a critical eye. Grandmother chuckled raising her glass to her mouth and taking a small sip of her tea.
"A woman with child shouldn't be drinking caffeine." She said smugly watching Heather spit out and choke on her hot water. Grandmother started chuckling as Heather tried to compose herself.
"Ah, ha! SO you have figured it out!" Grandmother chuckled nudging Heather's side. Heather rubbed her throat harshly as she turned her attention fully on her Grandmother.
"How did you know? I just found out!" Heather sputtered, the smile on her Granmother's face grew bigger when she admitted to the discovery of her pregnancy.
"You have been eating Ice like a mad woman for a while now." She said poking Heather in the side of her hip, Heather flinched away from the contact being very ticklish in her sides.
"What does that mean?" Heather said, scrunching her eyebrows together in confusion, Grandmother chuckled a second time.
"When I was pregnant I ate ice twenty four seven." She said with a dreamy smile on her face, Heather suddenly could no longer control herself. She pulled her sunglasses off her face and placed it on her head, she then proceeded to run her fingers under her eyes trying to stop the oncoming tears.
"I don't know what to do!" Heather cried as she burst into tears, Heather buried her head into her Grandmother's awaiting arms. Her grandmother gently shushed Heather until she was cried out.
When Heather was done crying she pulled away from her grandmother quickly wiped the makeup from her face. Heather didn't get the chance to finish wiping the makeup from her face when her grandmother used her fingers to clear up Heather's face.
"Heather dear, I'm very happy for you and Tony but this is a conversation you need to have with him." Grandmother said firmly pushing the still on coming tears away from the side of Heather's face.
Heather simply nodded her head in agreement as she tried to keep her thoughts from clustering together. She didn't know if she could tell Tony yet, in fact she wasn't even sure if she was ready to have a child.
"Okay." Heather said softly, chewing the side of her lip.