"It's completely normal," the doctor told me, and I felt my shoulders relax, "in your trimester; it typically occurs when the uterus expands, causing the ligaments and muscles which support it to stretch. But it's nothing to worry about, there even might be a little bleeding."
"So the babys okay?"
"Yes." he smiled at me and Andy where we sat nervously in the small, cold room, Andy clenching my hand painfully. "There's no reason to stress. Now, if there is severe pain or major bleeding, get to the closest medical center available." he warned us, and I tensed again. "Since this is your first child, you don't want to take any risks."
Andy squeezed my hand comfortingly when I dug my nails into his palm.
"Your tests and everything looks fine, however," the doctor glanced over my chart. "You just have a small frame, Mrs. Biersack, so your body is trying to accomodate for your baby."
Mrs. Biersack?
I sent Andy a glance, and he shifted uncomfortably.
Ehh.
"I would recommend when your touring is over to find yourself a regular doctor so your pregnancy can be monitored." he then proceeded to tell me, eyes pausing on something on his clipboard. "Considering your medical complications already."
"Okay." I said weakly, feeling a little embarrassed.
So I had freaked out over nothing?
But something had felt so wrong!
The doctor left the room, and I looked at Andy apologetically, seeing he looked considerably more relaxed.
"I'm sorry," I said after a moment, "it just felt like ---."
"I'm glad you said something," He said, brushing my hair over my shoulder. "I would rather you go to a doctor if something feels wrong then not."
I hesitated, then nodded, feeling a little better about it.

Twenty minutes later we were walking back to the bus, and I stared down at my stomach, seeing a round bump very plainly visible through my shirt.
There was no hiding the fact I was pregnant much longer.
Ugh, I was gonna have to start buying maternity clothes soon.
"Andy, do you wanna announce it or what?" I asked, holding his hand tightly. "Because loose T shirts aren't gonna cover it much longer."
"Well, my parents know," he sighed, glancing down at my stomach. "So we might as well let it be known."
"Good," I grunted, placing my hand against my stomach as it hurt again. "Because my figure is going to absolute shit."
He chuckled, kissing my fingers. "So how ya wanna do it?"
"Hmm?"
"To announce the baby. Do you wanna just throw it on twitter, through someone, or just kind of let it be intensely noticed?"
"Ugh, we'd probably better announce it," I sighed. "I tried to call Danny and tell him but he's not answering me."
"Alright."
I glanced at him hesitantly.
"Was it weird?" I asked after a moment, wanting to know.
"What?"
"Him calling me Mrs. Biersack."
"Oh." he frowned. "No. Well, I mean, kind of."
He looked uncomfortable again.
"Oh," I frowned. Don't get me wrong, I didn't want to get married or anything, but did he really not want to marry me?
I knew he probably regretted getting me pregnant, and obviously I hadn't been thrilled about it either, but....
Why was I even worrying about this? If he asked me to marry him I'd tell him no anyway.
Right?
Right, I told myself, stepping into the parking lot of Warped.
I had a show in fifteen minutes, I needed to get there and perform.
I wrinkled my nose as I cramped again.
Surely this wasn't going to last forever?
"Leah?"
"Yeah?" I glanced up at Andy, seeing he was wearing his sunglasses and I couldn't see his eyes; I hated not being able to read his expressions.
"When I told my dad you were pregnant... He sounded so disappointed in me," he sighed after a moment, and I hesitated, staring up at him. "He likes you, don't take it the wrong way, he just... He said the right thing to do was to marry you and make it right, not to have the baby out of wedlock. Him and mom were both pretty serious about it."
His parents were also still heavy Catholics.
"How is marrying me going to make any difference now?" I sighed. "You're supposed to be with someone because you love them and you want to spend the rest of your life with them, not just because you messed up and knocked them up."
Andy just looked at me, kind of startled at my bluntness. "But I do love you."
"I know," I said hastily, realizing how it sounded. "I didn't mean that you didn't."
"But..." Andy trailed off with a scowl. "I do wanna spend the rest of my time with you, it's just..."
"If it doesn't work out, you don't wanna be tied to me in such a way. Yeah, I get it," I muttered, pulling away from him. "I gotta get to my show."
"Leah, wait, I ---."
"I gotta go!" I shot over my shoulder, unreasonably hurt. I wanted him to want to marry me even though I didn't want to get married.
Did that make any sense?
I left him at the buses and walked quickly to the stage, trying to bottle up all the hurt I felt and deal with it later.
Pregnancy hormones were really upping my sensitivity it seemed.
I made it to the stage with a few minutes to spare, and Vale looked at me in concern.
"Is everything okay?" she asked, taking my cold hand, and I nodded, forcing a weak smile.
"Yeah, it's okay." I told her, tired again, and my back was starting to ache.
I rubbed it, hunching slightly.
"You're really starting to show," Nate said after a moment, and I looked down self-consciously.
"I know. I'm gonna have to start shopping for some new clothes at this rate."
"Shopping is always fun!" Vale brightened. "And there's this big baby store in the next town we can totally raid! Oh, it'll be so much fun, Leah!"
I'm glad someone was enjoying my pregnancy.
And what did it matter if the baby wasn't born while we were married? It would still have his last name, still be his child.
What difference did marriage make?
I mean, I wasn't even the marriage type; I didn't want to be tied down to someone for the rest of my life, and then it just not work out.
And Andy and I had so many problems lately...
If it wasn't for this baby, would he even still be with me? I wondered, stepping up onto the stage as Pierce the Veil started to finish their last song, Kellin singing his parts perfectly as he performed with them.
Fuck!
I grabbed Clarke's arm, the closest person to me, as I pressed a hand against my stomach, nearly doubling over the pain was so serious.
"Leah!" he looked at me in alarm, grabbing me, and my bandmates turned, stepping around me protectively.
"It's okay," I huffed, feeling it start to subside. "He said it was normal."
Sweat started to bead on my forehead.
"Leah, that doesn't seem normal," Nate told me worriedly, his eyes wide. "You look really sick."
"I'm fine," I muttered, straightening as the pain went away. I let go of Clarke's arm, seeing I'd left nail imprints on his skin.
"You need to go to a different doctor," Vale told me, taking my arm.
"No, it's okay." I repeated, swallowing. "I don't wanna run to the doctor every time I get a nail wrong."
I didn't want to keep freaking Andy out.
He was stuck with me right now, and I didn't want to make it harder on him then it already was.
For better or for worse, right? I thought bitterly.

Notes

Seems like Leah is feeling a little bitter and hurt, huh? And was her doctor right about it being normal?
Doesn't seem that way to me!
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