|GB Plus Me Pt 5: It's About Time
Author: Redcatie7 PM
You go back in time and change one little thing about your own past. But then you come to find out that one little decision can change everything...and not for the better. Story of my life.Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Romance - Egon - Chapters: 8 - Words: 8,778 - Reviews: 9 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 04-01-13 - Published: 07-16-12 - id: 8328657
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Okay, this story's going to be a little odd, so bare with me. Oh, and just so you know, there's no Ghostbusting involved in this story. The only thing in this story that has to do with Ghostbusters at all is Egon. Sorry. But it's a good story, I promise!
Before I start this story, I feel like I should explain myself. A lot of you may be wondering, "Why does she love Egon?" Don't deny it, some of you are thinking that. Okay, maybe you're not. But still, I feel like I should explain why. I know, I know, you're telling me to skip the gushy stuff and get to the story. Well, this is a romance story, so suck it up.
Okay, I'll be honest, Egon's no ladies' man, that's for sure. I know it, you know it, and he knows it. But let's look at facts: he's sweet, he's respectful, he's intelligent, and in my opinion, he's handsome. And he loves me. That's the important thing.
I'll admit it, I do find myself comparing Egon to Alex occasionally. It's not like I'm still in love with Alex. I'm a big girl now, ready for a real man. Before Alex left me, I was still a little girl, a child. When I found out he was cheating on me, naturally I was furious. But I also got a reality check that day. I realized that day that Alex never really cared about me. Maybe he did once, but when he got wrapped up in work, he grew into this callous, shallow guy. But stupid me, I was swept away by his suave charm and his striking good looks. I was still a little girl looking for my prince. I was Rapunzel with my long blonde hair, just sitting around waiting for Prince Charming to come ride me away into the sunset. Turns out I was in the wrong fairy tale. I should have realized that a very sweet, very smart frog had been waiting around for me to turn him into the prince he is on the inside. Not that Egon looks like a frog or anything.
So I finally opened my eyes and saw what had been right in front of me the whole time. Egon and I got married, happily ever after, end of the story, right?
Nope. It was only the beginning.
I moved here to New York from Texas all those years ago to find excitement and adventure. Well I got it all right. Pardon my French, but life's a bitch. I would have been perfectly satisfied with just a simple, quiet, event-free life with Egon. No drama, no terror, no world destroying monster to fight. Of course, that would have been too easy.
I was just starting to think that maybe, just maybe, my life was beginning to settle down and I could just relax. Give me the simple life, you know?
And now...this. A baby.
Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled. Who wouldn't be? Moreover, I'm happy for Egon because, thanks to me, he never got to have a family. But don't you think that at forty six years of age, I am just a little too old to be having a baby?
So there we were, the three of us, sitting around the living space in the upstairs of the firehouse. Alice was in a wooden kitchen chair, while Egon and I were sitting side by side on the worn out old sofa. Alice's gaze darted back and forth between Egon and me. Finally she cleared for throat, adjusted her glasses, and said, "Well, I don't have to ask how it happened, so I'll move on to the second question...when did it happen?"
"The doctor says I'm two or three months along," I answered quietly.
Alice raised an eyebrow. "You mean you've been pregnant for three months and you just now noticed?"
"Sure, Al, make your dopey mother feel stupid," I sighed, resting my chin on my hand.
"Sorry, Mom," Alice amended. "I just thought you would have noticed before now."
"I noticed the symptoms," I said. "I just...couldn't put the pieces together. I've always been bad at puzzles."
There was silence for a moment. Then Egon spoke up. "There are, as you know, risks to a woman carrying a child at your mother's age."
Great, I thought jokingly. So I'm dumb AND old.
As if reading my thoughts, Egon added, "No offense, of course."
"Right." I blew a strand of hair out of my face.
"Just so we're all on the same page here," said Alice, "what are the risks?"
"Well, the chances for premature birth or stillbirth are higher," Egon listed. "As well as miscarriage. There's also the chance of Down syndrome."
"And autism," I added. "My cousin Charlie has autism."
"Not to mention that your mother's body might not be able to undergo the physical stress of delivering a baby at this point," Egon pointed out.
I sat up straighter at this and said, jokingly miffed, "I can handle stress. I wouldn't be a psychiatrist if I couldn't."
"You're a strong woman," said Egon, peering at me through his glasses, "but it would be extremely painful."
"I delivered Alice and her big head," I countered.
"Hey!" Alice exclaimed.
I winked at her. "Just kidding, sweetheart. So, what are we going to do about this?"
"Is there anything we can do about it?" Alice asked. "Short of abortion or something?"
"I do not approve of abortion," I said flatly. "You know that. It may be alright for some people, but definitely not for me."
"I agree," said Egon, nodding solemnly.
"I never said anything about abortion," said Alice, shaking her head. "I was just wondering if there was some way we could insure that the baby was healthy."
I scoffed. "Not unless there's some magical method of going back in time and making the baby come when I'm younger. So unless there's a way of reversing the aging process, I don't think so."
"In my opinion, I believe we should just hope for the best, that the child will be alright regardless of-" Egon began to say, but I cut him off. "You call me old one time and I'll-!"
"You know," said Alice slowly, interrupting my threat, "that we may be able to do."
I froze, staring at her in bewilderment. "What are you talking about? Reverse the aging process?"
"Not...exactly," said Alice, fiddling with her glasses. "More like...change time to where the baby is born earlier."
"Alice, what are you talking about?" I asked, still confused.
She looked up at me. "I think I need to show the both of you something."