This Is The Time
Title: This Is The Time
User: bluangleyes75
Pairing: Rob/Kristen
Rating: PG
Summary/Notes: Fluffy, happy, sappy, ridiculous R and K
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I don’t know them, but a girl can dream… All mistakes are mine!
The door burst open just as his voice rang out through the bathroom. Shaky already, she fumbled and shoved the stick she was holding into the trash can next to the toilet. Struggling to catch her bearings and her breath she stood and hopped to pull her sweats up. A look of pure terror morphed to one of anger as she turned to flush the toilet before trying to cover her actions by laying into him.
“What the fuck, I can’t even pee anymore in private?” she spat and glanced at the trashcan to see if she had covered the evidence she didn’t want to be caught with. Seeing it sticking up at an odd angle she began to panic and moved her body to try and conceal it.
“I’m sorry, Love. I’ve been calling for you, did you not hear me?” he moved towards her, causing her heart to jump and her stomach to drop.
“Jesus Rob…” anger rolled off her tongue as she tried to step around him and draw him away from the general area they were in.
“You okay? What’s wrong?” He questioned with concern written all over his face as he reached to stroke her face.
“What’s wrong is…I can’t even pee in private anymore!” She dodged his touch and moved to wash her hands.
“Sorry, Love, I didn’t mean to upset you. I just couldn’t find you and you haven’t been feeling well, so I thought…” He trailed off and turned towards the commode, unzipping his pants.
“Really Rob, we have how many bathrooms and you have to do this now in the same one I’m in?” she bitched as she watched him in the mirror, praying that if she kept talking he would pay attention to her and not look down. Gripping the counter she held her breath waiting for him to finish and zip. As he reached for the handle on the toilet to flush, she let her breath out, thinking she was in the clear. Starting to turning towards her, he glanced down briefly to straighten his shirt and stopped all movement. Kristen’s eyes went wide when she saw through the reflection of the mirror, him bending down and plucking her secret from the trash.
“Fuck,” she whispered to herself and hung her head so she wouldn’t have to witness his reaction. The air in the room was stifling all of a sudden and the only thing she could hear was the pounding of her heart. Waiting for him to say something, she stood perfectly still and stared at the drain in the sink below her hung head.
“Kristen?” He questioned behind her. Her voice was lost. The irrational anger she felt for him stepping into her private moment threatened to rear its ugly head, so she fought to keep her mouth shut.
The sound of him moving behind her caused her to retreat into herself further. Stepping back from the sink a couple of steps, she bent at the waist and released her death grip on the porcelain vanity in favor of crossing her arms against it and leaning to plant her face against them.
“Kristen?” His shaky voice was closer to her, but she refused to say anything or even move.
A muffled whimper was all she could manage to express as he stepped to her side and placed his open hand against her back. The feeling of him touching her was the only thing keeping her grounded. She knew what he had in his hand, but she didn’t know the results. She fought the urge to rip the stick from his hand and run away, but there was nowhere to go now. He wouldn’t let her get away and he had the answers she’d been looking for when she’d snuck into the bathroom five minutes ago.
“Love, say something…” he begged as his hand started rubbing gentle circles across her back.
“What do you want me to say, Rob?” she mumbled into her arms as she rocked her head against them.
“What’s going on? Why? What?” He stammered and leaned against the vanity, the hand on her back making its way to her hair where he gathered it and moved it off her neck, allowing air to flow against her flushed skin.
“I don’t know, babe. I just…I…ummm,” she stuttered as tears pricked her eyes and her hands started to shake.
“Why didn’t you tell me that you thought…” he started and stopped before clearing his throat and drawing his hand from her body.
She could only shrug and sniffle in an attempt to keep from breaking out into a full-blown crying fit. She heard the sound of the plastic stick coming to rest on the counter before she felt him move beside her and prop himself against the vanity. With her head hung, she could only see the floor from her vantage point. Turning her head slightly, she could see the toes of his shoes and watched them intently to try and gauge his reaction. His feet crept forward slightly before she saw his body coming into view as he slid down the vanity and sat on the floor beside her. She could see his elbows come to rest on his bent knees and his hands cradling his own hung head.
“Are you going to say something here? I, ugh…” he asked and struggled to find the words he needed.
“No,” she whispered and picked up her head so she could look down at him. Lifting his head from his hands, he reached out for her and wrapped his hand around the back of her knee, pulling slightly to try and get her to move towards him.
“Come here, Love,” he pulled her gently and gave her time to straighten and shuffle towards him. Throwing her head towards the ceiling she jutted her bottom lip out and blew the hair out of her face, before looking down at him sitting on the floor at her feet. Running his hand up her leg, he reached and opened his free hand, offering it to her as he let his legs fall flat in front of him. Biting back her tears she slipped her hand into his and let him pull her down onto his lap. Wiggling and adjusting, she moved her knees to the outside of his legs and settled onto his thighs, burying her face into his chest. She pulled her hand from his grip and placed her balled up fists beneath her chin, withdrawing from him, even though she was perched directly on his lap. He let his hands fall and find purchase on the cold bathroom floor on either side of his hips.
Their breaths were the only sounds in the confined space as they waited impatiently for the other to speak. Her mind was racing, but she was afraid to look at him. She wasn’t afraid of him or his reaction, just terrified of the situation as a whole. She had wanted to find out herself and take time to digest the results before she told him. On one hand she hadn’t wanted to get his hopes up and then crush him if she’d been wrong. On the other hand, if she was right, she needed time to come to terms with the news herself, before she had to deal with his crazy excitement.
Shuddering, she pressed herself further into his chest. Immediately his hands wound around her body and held her tight. Releasing her fists, she splayed her hands flat against his chest and smoothed them across his pecs, walking them up his body, and wrapping them around his neck. Rolling her forehead against his shirt, she settled her ear over his beating heart and closed her eyes briefly before crooking her neck and opening her eyes to meet his.
Looking down at her, he was relieved when he could finally see her eyes, but the fear they held washed away his comfort just as fast as it came and replaced it with worry. She looked so afraid and tiny in his arms. Her bright green eyes were shiny with unshed tears and framed by her red, puffy lids.
“Kristen, why didn’t you tell me?” he whispered gently and held her tighter.
“I…” she started and stopped to swallow before continuing. “I didn’t know what to tell you. I wasn’t sure there was anything to tell, babe,” she choked.
“Are you kidding? Bloody Hell! The fact that you even thought you had enough reason to buy the test is something worth telling Kristen,” he scolded her gently as his heart rate picked up at the thought of her shutting him out and dealing with this alone.
“Okay, I’m sorry,” she cried and dropped her gaze again, ashamed that she hadn’t included him.
“Don’t be sorry. Don’t cry, Love. I think I’m just in shock here. I’m not mad, I’m just…” he mumbled against her head before stopping and dropping kisses in rapid succession into her hair, causing her to unleash a half-hearted giggle. Pulling away from him, she sat up straighter so she could look him straight in the eye and drug her hands to his jawline so she could cup his face. A weak smile played across her lips that he mimicked before she leaned in and kissed him chastely then drew back. When she was looking at him again, his brow furrowed and his eyebrows rose.
“What Babe,” she asked him as she reached to smooth the wrinkles in his forehead.
“Is there anything to tell me Kristen?” he inquired as his hands slid to rest on her hips.
Suddenly her eyes widened, she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and clamped down hard. Drawing her shoulders up to her ears, she indicated that she didn’t know how to answer him.
“You don’t know?” his own eyes grew wide and a goofy smile graced his face.
Shaking her head, she rolled her lip between teeth even harder, until he pinched her hip as a reminder to let go.
“What did it say, Baby?” she asked quietly, convincing herself that she was ready to hear the results.
“What? I don’t know, there weren’t words…I thought you’d read it. It was in the trash for crying out loud,” he scrambled to answer her.
“I threw it away when you burst in because you scared me. I haven’t seen it,” she rushed.
“Yeah, we’re gonna talk about that shit, Kristen,” he scolded her again as he let go of her hip and reached over his head to pat at the bathroom counter in search of the plastic wand he’d set down earlier. She elongated her body and sat up straighter so she could visualize the counter and see the test. His hand was nowhere close, so she pushed up on her knees and leaned to reach it herself. Her breasts pressed into his face with her reach and not wanting to let the opportunity pass, he motorboated her chest. A laugh erupted from her as she plopped back down onto his outstretched thighs, pinching the plastic wand between her thumb and pointer finger tentatively as she held it away from their bodies. Their eyes were locked on one another, neither of them daring to chance a glance at the future Kristen literally held in her hand.
They quieted and their breathing became erratic with the realization that their whole life could very well change in the next few minutes, right there on their bathroom floor. Slowly his hand moved around the wrist of her hand where the test was perched. Bending forward, he rested his forehead against hers. As his breath fanned across her face, she drew in a deep breath and held it, swallowing hard and waiting for him to make the move.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you too,” she whispered back.
“What are we looking for, Love?” he asked and loosened his grip around her wrist.
“Two lines are positive and one line is negative,” she stated matter-of-factly and let her deep breath slowly escape from her slightly parted lips.
“Okay, are you ready?” He asked as he brushed his nose against hers.
She nodded, not entirely sure it was the truth, but afraid to prolong it any longer. Feeling his grip around her wrist tighten, she pulled her body away from his minimally to allow room between them. Relinquishing control of her arm, she allowed him to move it for her, bringing the test between them. Neither one looked down, choosing to stare deeply into one another’s eyes instead.
“On the count of three?” He asked, sensing that she was nervous and unsure.
Nodding slightly she closed her eyes briefly before opening them again and meeting his intense stare.
“One,” he whispered as his thumb brushed against the inside of her wrist, in an attempt to calm her.
“Two,” she whispered back as her eyes darted from one of his eyes to the other in search of any doubt he might have about the situation.
“Three,” he said with far more certainty than she felt inside. His neck bent forward, drawing his eyes to the stick perched between them and she followed his lead, but as her gaze dropped, she closed her eyes and drew in another deep breath. She could feel him tense beneath her, but she couldn’t decipher what it meant. In her mind she was coaxing herself to look, but her lids felt too heavy and she couldn’t bring herself do it. The hammering in her chest that started when she’d heard him utter the number three refused to slow and her stomach churned between them.
“Love?” he mumbled, sending his breath across her chest.
“Hmmm,” she replied as she tried to keep the nausea at bay.
“Are you looking?” He asked with a smile in his voice.
“Nut Uh,” she admitted and shook her head quickly, but lightly.
His body shook with laughter at her admission. Releasing her wrist, she felt his hands find the sides of her face as he pushed his fingers into her hair and lifted her head. Refusing to open her eyes, she let him tip her head up and felt his eyes on her. Without warning, he attacked her face with what felt like a million random kisses against her skin. Slowly she opened her eyes, his reaction calming her enough to face him. Her gaze fell upon his face. His beautiful face lit up with the biggest smile she’d ever seen. His beautiful face streaked with teardrops he was silently crying.
“What’s wrong baby?” She tossed the test aside and brought her fingers up to his cheeks so she could wipe away his tears.
“I fucking love you, Kristen Stewart!” He exclaimed and nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, “I love you baby!”
“I love you too,” she sighed and dipped her head to the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent and finding comfort in it, wondering if he was relieved because it was negative or giddy because it was positive.
Tipping his head so his lips were as close to her ear as he could get them, he hummed very quietly a tune that was familiar, but not something he normally sang to her. Pressing further against him she started to relax as he began to sing softly, “You’re having my baby…What a lovely way of saying how much you love me.”
Fresh tears sprung to her eyes and overflowed before she could even try and blink them away. His arms around her crushed her against his body as she shook and he continued to sing, “You’re having my baby…What a lovely way of saying what you’re thinking of me.”
His version of the old and totally ridiculous song made her shaking caused from crying to morph into shaking caused by her laughter. Sniffling, she turned away from the skin on his neck to the fabric of his shirt on his shoulder where she wiped her face before sitting up and looking at him again.
“Babe, that song was horrible the first time around!” She teased him and smiled shyly.
“Yep, but it’s better when I sing it, Right? Now that it has meaning, I think I might kinda love it!” He leaned forward and placed a kiss on the tip of her nose.
Laughing at his absurdity, she glanced at the discarded test that had fallen on the floor to confirm that he’d read it correctly. She drew in a sharp breath when two dark and distinct lines in the window of the little plastic stick became the center of her vision.
“Holy Shit, Rob!” she cried as she snapped her gaze back to him.
“Yeah?” He raised an eyebrow at her before yelling into the confined space of the bathroom, “Holy Shit, Love, we’re having a baby!” He mimicked her shock by widening his eyes to epic proportions before he laughed and attacked her with a kiss that showed her just how much he truly loved her and just how ecstatic he was with the direction their lives were headed.
“Thank you, Thank you, Thank you…I have never loved you more than I do right here and now,” he murmured against her mouth.
Pulling back slightly she chuckled, “Don’t thank me, Babe. Thank the stupid doctor who had me on three different antibiotics before he got it right!”
Laughing he pulled her closer against his chest and exclaimed over her head to the empty room, “Thank You Stupid Doctor, I owe you one!”
“I love you, Baby,” she chuckled before relaxing and snuggling against him, finally feeling her anxiety dissipate and his contagious excitement wash over her.