|La Belle Epoque
Author: NefretForthEmerson PM
Modern, AU story: Anna Smith is an editor at Grantham House Publishing and John Bates is a writer specializing in culture.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Anna S. & J. Bates - Chapters: 85 - Words: 67,630 - Reviews: 364 - Favs: 16 - Follows: 28 - Updated: 06-03-13 - Published: 09-06-12 - id: 8502619
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A/N: Chapter 20 of my modern Anna and John!
Disclaimer: I told ITV that I'd give them the contents of my pockets for DA. Sadly, they wouldn't accept my Penguin wrapper.
"What is it," John said, suddenly alert.
"Let's not talk about it in here," Anna replied.
John handed Ian to Anna. Anna pressed a kiss onto her nephew's head and gave him back to her sister. "Let's go to the car. It'll be quiet and no one will hear us," Anna said.
John's face, so full of light while holding Ian, got more and more dark as they walked to the car park. After they got into the Mini, John turned to her and said, "well."
"I know that we talked about waiting a bit to get married."
"Yes, we did."
"Well, I was thinking that perhaps we could get married next month."
John's face instantly cleared. "Any reason for this sudden decision?"
Anna went pink and hesitated. "Well, the thing is…"
"I think that I'm pregnant."
"Pregnant," he said incredulously.
"Yes, pregnant, it's what happens sometimes when a man and woman love one another," Anna said sarcastically. She regretted it immediately when he flinched slightly. "I'm sorry. But yes, I think that I might be pregnant. I'm late and I'm never late. I've made an appointment for Monday to have it confirmed."
He exhaled slowly. "Alright, I don't see any reason to delay getting married if you don't want to wait. I'll get the license after the appointment and then our trip next month can be a honeymoon."
"You're alright with this?"
"Anna, we might be having a baby. I'm over the moon."
Anna's stomach was churning. She checked her mobile and saw that it was 9:02. It had been 9:02 the last time that she had checked. Her mind was about to race off in a million direction, when John took her hand.
"Calm down. It'll be alright."
She smiled wanly at him. She certainly hoped that everything would work out.
"Anna Smith," the receptionist called out.
They both stood up and followed her into the exam room. A moment later, Dr. Cooper walked in. "Hello Anna, it's so good to see you."
"Hi Dr. Cooper," Anna said quietly.
"So, it appears that you've come in today for a pregnancy test. Is that right?"
"Yes, that's right."
"Alright, let's swab your arm and I'll draw some blood. I'll run the test and then we'll have some results for you."
After the alcohol swab, Anna shivered and anticipated the prick of the needle. 'If you're truly pregnant, you have far more pain coming your way than a simple needle prick,' she thought to herself.
"Alright, that should do it. I'll be back in about 10 minutes with your results," said Dr. Cooper as she labeled the sample and walked out the door.
The door opened and Dr. Cooper walked back in. "Well Anna, the test came back negative. You're not pregnant."
Shocked, Anna could barely get out, "then why am I so late? I'm never late. I run like clockwork."
"Well a lot of things can have an effect on your cycle, particularly stress. Have things been that stressful recently?"
"Not really," Anna said.
"That's not true," John interjected, "her niece had an accident, her sister just had a baby, and she's been working in a new job."
"I would say that it was stress then. I'd recommend taking a break and going on holiday. That should help reset your body's clockwork," Dr. Cooper said.
"We're going to the U.S. in a month," Anna said.
"That should definitely help out. If things don't settle back into their normal state, please make another appointment," Dr. Cooper said as she walked them out of the office.
Anna was quiet until they got home. "I guess that we don't need that license after all," Anna said as she sank onto the couch.
"We could if you wanted. I'd marry you right now if that's what you wanted."
"I want Emma to be there, out of her casts, and I can't stop hoping that my mum will finally come around."
"So back to our original plan," he said with a smile.
"Yes, next June, on the 18th."
"It's a date."
"Sorry? Sorry about what."
"Sorry that I worried you for no reason. Sorry that I thought that I was pregnant. Sorry that I'm not pregnant."
"Anna, if you'd been pregnant, I would have been over the moon. But then, I'm over the moon to be sitting here with you on this couch."