end game // a smithy gavin&stacey fic

the scan.

we are going to barry for my scan!

gav and i are going to smithy's family home. where my boyfriend, best friend stay.
rudy opened the door. "liv!" she hugged me.
"hey rudes" i hug her back.
"oh my god i ca feel the bump!" she says. my growing bump was against her as i hugged her.
"i ca't believe you're going to be an uncle!" she says to gav.
"same it's mad. and i can't believe she's gonna be a mum" gav smiles.
"same! i just remember when we were kids, now you're married, and you're pregnant" she says to gav and i.
"anyway, i'm rambling. come in" she opens the door wide and lets us inside.
smithy walks into the living room where we are all stood.
"alright babe" he lifts me up and spins me. i laugh.
"aw you two" gav laughs.
he puts me down.
"what yous doing here?" smithy asks gav.
"i just sorta did it" gav says. huh?
"when?" smithy asks.
"when we came in with smith- i mean rudy"
smithy turns to face rudy, she was avoiding his eye contact.
"what was our agreement?"
she shrugs her shoulders.
i look at gav, confused. he returns a worried look.
"don't shrug in my face- the deal was that your mates can call you smithy. but my mates aka gav, budgie, chinese- you know, the crew. they call you rudy which is in fact your name; and even that isn't your name your name is ruth so to all intensive purposes you have got a nickname, it's just not smithy. you only decided you wanted everyone to call you smithy to annoy me. liv is the only one of my mates that can call you smithy because she's your best mate"
"shes not your mate, shes your girlfriend" rudy says. true.
gav scoffs.
"yeah you know what i mean. don't try be smart ruth"
yeah, now they're on the floor fighting.
"are you a dickhead?!"
"and this man is about to become a father. shocking" gav says.
"should we stop them or?" i ask.
"nah, we both know that they're always like this"
smithy gets up from the floor. "lets bounce guys"
"bye rudes" i hug her.
"bye livvs"

we finally arrived at barry.
"curry sauce?" i ask, quite disgusted.
"whats wrong with curry sauce eh?" stacey asks.
"what is it wit the welsh and curry sauce?" smithy asks.
"you don't have it do ya?" smithy asks me.
"none of us do, it is rank"
"agreed" gav says.
"what is wrong with just having a dry chip?" i ask and the guys nod.
"i physically can't eat chips without curry sauce" stacey says and i roll my eyes.
don't get me wrong. i love stacey. she is just, annoying?
i sit beside smithy.
"a bit of mayonnaise or something yeah.. but that. it's swimming in it" gav says.
"are you two sure you're alright about sleeping on bryn's sofa? you can have my bed it's not a problem, i can go over there" gwen offers smithy and i.
"it's alright gwen" smithy says.
"we've slept in worse" i laugh, remembering.
"slept in a wheel barrow once, after chinese alan's wedding" smithy says.
"anyway, it's not like they will be sleeping much anyway" gavin mumbles.
wow.
"shut up" i try not to laugh. smithy just bites his cheek also trying not to laugh.
"why do they need to sleep on the sofas, whats happened to your spare room?" stacey asks her uncle.
"of course! you won't have seen it. i have given it a complete makeover, haven't i gwen!"
"ooh i'll say"
"i turned into a gym. a state of the art; fitness studio"
"gav it's incredible" smithy says while demonstrating a fitness move.
i felt a strange 'pain' in my stomach. i looked down in pain.
"you alright, olivia?" bryn asks, worriedly.
"yeah.. i think"
"what's wrong?" smithy asks just as worried.
"just a bad pain in my stomach"
"maybe the baby is kicking you, love" gwen says.
i lift up my top and seen my stomach moving.
"what the"
"aww they are kicking you liv!" stacey coos.
"cracking" ness says.
smithy admires his child in my belly.
"amazing" was all he could say.

smithy, stace, gav and i sat in the waiting room. gav and stace insisted they would come along with us.
i sat with my hand on top of my very much growing bump.
"how long does this take? the scan?" smithy asks.
"i don't know" i say.
"no idea at all?" he asks.
"no, smithy. we haven't done this before either" stacey says. i nod.
"shipman? olivia shipman?"
"that's you" stacey whispers. i don't know why i'm this nervous to see my baby on a screen.
"see you in a bit" gav says.

i sat down on the bed.
"sorry to keep you- i'm sharon and you must be mr shipman?"
"oh- no. i'm mr smith" he shakes her hand.
"oh, right. but you ARE the father?"
"yes, he is" i smile.
"great" she sits down
"this might be slightly cold" she places the gel and scanner on my stomach.
she smiles "there it is. it's looking good. nice healthy size. would you like the gender?" she asks.
i look at smithy "we'd like it to be a surprise" he smiles politely.
"oh how exciting!"
she turns the screen to us "there it is.. makes it all feel real now, doesn't it?"
we both stare in awe.
on that screen.. our baby. ours.