Within the Script (A Stanathan Fanfiction)

Chapter Twenty-Four: To Be or Not To Be

Nathan's P.O.V

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All that night, I kept telling myself, "She's not pregnant. It was just something she ate. That's why she was feeling funny earlier. She's not pregnant." It didn't calm me. On the inside, all I could do was completely freak out. I mean, I wasn't ready to be a father. I had barely got up the courage to tell Stana how I felt. I wasn't ready to raise a child. I was too immature and too ridiculously busy. We both were. I mean, I had always wanted kids, I just wanted to be married first. And I definitely wanted to be somewhat more prepared. This was not at all what I had envisioned the first time I was going to be a father. In fact, it was more like the opposite, a short relationship I was really just beginning with someone who wanted to wait as much as I did.

I mean, that's not to say I didn't love Stana with my whole heart. I cared more about her than I had cared about anyone else I had dated since the first time I was engaged. There wasn't a single part of me that didn't feel like this time, it was right. I loved her in every way, and even in ways I never thought I could love someone. She meant the world to me. I just- wasn't ready to have a kid with her.

Now, that's not to say if she was pregnant I would leave her or insist or suggest she do anything drastic. I would be there for her. I would be there for the baby. Hell, if she had gotten pregnant with Kris' baby and he had left for some odd reason, I'd still be there for her and the baby. I mean, as much as I had been fully committed to that plan for my entire life, I wasn't going to take that over a child, especially my child. And, like I said, I loved Stana with my whole heart, with every fiber of my being. She was the most incredible person I had ever met, and there wasn't a single person that could convince me she was anything less than amazing. And if she was pregnant, I wouldn't hesitate for even a moment to propose to her. Not just for the baby's sake or simplicity, but because I truthfully cared about her and I could envision spending my whole life with her.

Just as I realized this, a new thought echoed in my brain. "Maybe having a baby wouldn't be such a bad thing." I mean, I wanted kids. I know she wanted kids. We both had pretty steady incomes. Neither of us was exactly in a bad place to want to have kids. Besides, I loved Stana and I knew she loved me. There wasn't a chance in Hell that I would ever let anything happen to her. Plus, if we're being entirely honest, this wasn't the first time I had thought about our future together and what it might be like to raise a family together. I mean, it wasn't like I had been ring shopping or anything. I knew Stana would want to take her time, and if time was what she needed, I was going to give it to her. I just- I knew what I wanted, and all I wanted was to one day be holding her from behind, my arms wrapped around her sides as my fingers gently grazed again the skin of her distended stomach as we shared the common thought of what our baby would be like. That was where my life was taking me, and I knew it.

So, when I went to talk to her the next day, I thought I knew how the conversation was going to go. Then, she stopped me. "Please, Nathan. I don't want to talk about this unless I know I'm... pregnant." So, I gave her space. Hell, unless we were working, I waited for her to approach me if she even wanted to see me. We didn't talk much about anything, and all I knew about all of this was that she was going on her own to get a pregnancy test at the hospital instead of some uncertain stick test. That was all we said about it.

After two days of tense distance, finally Stana got the call from her doctor. As she listened to the message left on her phone, I watched her facial expression. It was hallow. Then, something on the other end made her lip quiver and a tear flow onto her cheek. She immediately hung up and buried her face in my jacket. She tried hard to fight from crying, but the battle was pointless . I didn't care whether these were tears of fear or of sorrow or of relief.. All I wanted to do was comfort her the way I hadn't been able to for days. So, for a good three minutes, that's all I did. Her crying then slowed and came to an end. Then, she told me what I needed to know.

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A.N: I know this was kind of short, but I want to know what your guesses are. Is she pregnant or not?

I have already decided on an answer, I'm just curious what you think.