You're My Wifey Twerp

Normally the brunette man wouldn’t worry about his girlfriend getting home late but then again she was never more than an hour late. Right now she was four hours late getting home and annoyance had been replaced by worry that was quickly turning into fear. It didn’t help that his third attempt at contacting her was unsuccessful so now he was trying to stop his imagination from coming up with theories of what had happened. Not that he was having much success at that either. He hated this waiting, it just led to wild speculations that were, hopefully, far from the reality. A laptop lay open on the coffee table, he’d tried to distract himself with his latest novel but with no luck.

Timmy Turner looked out the window of his flat in hopes of seeing her walking up the street but there was no sign of the red head. Leaning back against the sofa, he closed his eyes and slowly counted to twenty. This was stupid, he was overreacting. Vicky would come home to find him a nervous wreck and taunt him for weeks about it. She’d also start calling him her ‘Wifey’ again. He’d gotten the nickname not long after they moved in since he worked from home while she suited up and went to work and  usually came home to find he’d made dinner. It took a year to get her to stop.

When he looked at the clock another half hour had gone by and he was about to try her cell again when he heard the lock on the door click. He listened as she put her coat in the closet and kicked her shoes into it. For a few minutes he patiently waited for her to come around the corner and into the living room so he could see that she was fine. However that wasn’t what he felt when she finally did walk in. Her hair wasn’t in its usual neat bun; it was down and windblown, like she’d walked home. Vicky casually tossed her suit jacket on the chair and smiled at him.

“Hey Twerp.” Unbelievably she waltzed into the kitchen as if nothing was amiss.

And that really pissed him off.

“That’s all you have to say? I’ve been trying to call you for three hours and all you say is ‘hey’?”

Reappearing with a beer in hand, Vicky straddled her boyfriend.

“Aw, did I worry my little Wifey?” She set the beer on the table next to the laptop.

Glaring at her, Timmy had to bite his tongue to keep from yelling at her. Two years together and she still didn’t seem to understand just how much she meant to him.

A bit taken aback by his anger, the redhead realized just how much trouble she was in. So she decided to switch to a tried and true tactic. Wrapping her arms around his waist Vicky hid her face in the crook of his neck. When she felt his arms around her, pulling her closer, she couldn’t help but smile.

He sighed, “that’s not fair.”

“Neither’s this.”

Timmy felt her start kissing his neck and nibbling at the skin. He knew exactly what she was doing but he also knew it was working. It took a surprising amount of self control to push her back so he could look at her. The pout on her face almost made him forget why he’d gotten so upset, almost.

“Why’d it take you so long to get home?”

Her shrug infuriated him.

“Vicky.”

The way he’d said her name sounded like a parent scolding their child and it embarrassed her. For a moment she refused to meet his gaze. Instead she picked up the beer so she could open it.

This wasn’t like her to avoid something. If there was something she didn’t want to discuss then she told him. What was she trying to hide?

Knowing she wasn’t going to have to answer, the redhead sighed. “Here.” She put the beer in his hand.

Biting her lip, Vicky tried to find the right words while Timmy waited.

“I got a phone call from my doctor today about some test results.”

Now he was confused. What did she need test results for? It wasn’t like she’d been sick lately.

“What did you need to be tested for?”

“It was more like a confirmation.”

“Of what?”

“That…” she looked down at a spot of the sofa. “This isn’t how I planned on telling you.”

Putting his hand under her chin, he tilted her face up so she was looking at him. Whatever she had to say was making her nervous. A word he never thought he’d use to describe her. What could make a woman who was so confident about herself, who carried herself like a queen, nervous? He pressed his lips to her’s, hoping it would reassure her.

Again she hid her face in the crook of his neck and hugged herself. Taking a deep breath, Vicky took his free hand and pressed it to her stomach.

“I’m pregnant.”

For several agonizing seconds she waited for a reaction. Some irrationally fearful part of her mind was convinced he wouldn’t take the news well. She’d spent a couple hours wandering around the city trying to shut the voice up because it was wrong. Because the man in front of her wasn’t like anyone else she knew. He was strong and kind, forgiving and loyal. Looking back on what she’d done to him in his childhood made her sick to her stomach and yet he’d somehow been able to forgive her, and to love her. As a teenager she thought she was entitled to everything in the world, no matter what she did. Now she felt completely undeserving of the one thing in the world she wanted. Well now there were two things and she felt undeserving of both.

She wanted to be with him for as long as he would put up with her. The past two years had been the best years of her life, as cliché as that was to say. No one else had ever loved her like he had. Timmy gave her all his love and hardly asked for much in return. It was more than she deserved. Then there was the child growing inside her. When they’d moved to the U.K. to start a new life together she never once imagined it lasting so long, never thought he might one day want to marry her or that she’d be a mother. Now what she wanted most wasn’t just to be with him, it was also to have a family.

There was the sound of glass shattering on the floor and she had just enough time to register the huge grin on his face before being pulled into a kiss.

* * * * * *

Timmy Turner watched his girlfriend sleep by his side. One of his arms was being used as a pillow while the other was wrapped around her protectively. Pressing his lips to her forehead he couldn’t help but grin. In about seven months there would be an addition to their household. He was happy but he was also scared out of his mind. Turns out that same fear he was feeling was what had kept her out for so long. He was right about feeling stupid when she finally got home.

There was so much to do before then. Tomorrow they were going to call his parents and he had no doubt in his mind that they’d be happy for the lovers. They loved Vicky like a daughter. Of course their friends would be told but when he asked if she wanted to call her family Vicky said no. Her sister was friends with Timmy online so when he posted the announcement she’d find out that way. Years of not talking to each other wasn’t easy to fix, not even to tell your sister she was going to be an aunt.

Or that she was going to have a brother-in-law. Originally he’d planned on proposing in two weeks but it just seemed right to ask her that night. Not because he felt obligated now that they were going to have a baby but because he loved her. Chester and A.J. knew what he’d planned so they’d probably be the only ones who wouldn’t think Timmy just felt obligated to marry Vicky.

The brunette couldn’t believe his luck. Who would have thought one phone call could have led to him having godparents, whose very existence he credited his career, and finding the woman he’d want to spend the rest of his life with. Despite all the bad times he wouldn’t change a thing. He had everything he wanted in his arms.