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Summary: After having to leave early from a gala because she’s not feeling well,Savannah realizes it’s time to get it over with and find out if she’s pregnant or not!
Word count: 2164
A/N : THEYRE ALREADY MARRIED IN THIS!!!! because they’re endgame and they won’t have an open ending because i said so!
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If there was one thing Savannah Grayson knew how to do perfectly, it would be how to keep a perfect composure no matter what.
She knew how to stay calm when all she wanted to do was scream. Tonight was no exception. No one needed to know she was falling apart or that she’d rather be anywhere but here at a stupid gala when her mind was on things way more life alerting.
Therefore no one will know. Of course with the exception of the man standing next to her, who was far too perceptive for his own good. Something Savannah always hated, he had already noticed something was off although he couldn’t point to what exactly, and he was determined to find out. But if anyone had asked, Rohan included, Savannah would’ve said she was fine.
She was standing at the edge of the ballroom, her hand resting on Rohan’s arm, the other delicately holding a glass of champagne that she had no intention of drinking, but had accepted to not raise suspicions. Near the doors of the room cameras began to flash, probably indicating the arrival of someone important. Savannah glanced over there even though she couldn’t see a thing, it was probably Avery.
Beside her, “If someone else asks me what I do for a living, I'm going to tell them I'm a stay at home cat.”
Savannah scoffed and rolled her eyes, “Wouldn’t be too far off now, would it?”
He cast her a glance and then laughed when he saw she was being completely serious.
Savannah allowed herself to look at him, really look at him. He looked good, like always, that fact pissed her off more than it should. He looked relaxed, in his element, like this was just another Gala that Acacia had convinced them to attend.
Savannah wished the same can be applied for her.
She felt her stomach twist again, her head suddenly felt lightheaded, she gripped Rohan’s arm tighter to find her balance.
He flicks his eyes towards her, suddenly concerned, “You good?”
“Yes.” She says quickly. Too quickly. She was about to take a sip from her drink before she thought better of it and put it on a nearby table.
Rohan notices that too, of course, but decides not to mention it.
“That was convincing.” Rohan says, raising an eyebrow. Definitely not convinced.
“I’m just tired.”
“You’ve been tired since we got here.”
She glares at him, which causes him to smirk. “Well, I still am.”
Still smirking, although there was an undeniable hint of concern in his eyes, “You want to leave.” It wasn’t a question.
Savannah contemplates telling the truth for half a second. Before she decided on, “I can stay for a bit more. We just got here.”
Savannah’s gaze drifted across the room, landing on her brother and Lyra. Lyra was laughing at something Grayson said while he was looking at her like no one else exists.
Savannah shifts again and almost loses her balance. Again. Rohan slips a hand around her waist to steady her, suddenly alarmed.
“Alright,” he says, not joking around anymore, “What’s going on, savvy?”
She opens her mouth but doesn’t answer. What was she supposed to say?
That I can’t tell you the last time I had my period because I can’t remember. The thought of food makes me sick. I’m dizzy all the time, and part of me knows the reason, but I'd rather live in denial than face it?
Instead she takes a deep breath and settles on,“We should go outside. I need to get some air.”
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Outside on the balcony, the night air was cool. Savannah was thankful no one else was on the balcony with them. Savannah rested her forearms on the railing, taking a deep breath, the cold air blowing against her face.
“Better?” Rohan asks after a moment of silence.
“A little.”
“What’s going on with you?” He says, concern evident on his face, his usual carefree and emotionless expression no where to be seen. “You’ve been acting strange.”
“I just feel off.” Savannah said, deciding to give him a little of the truth.
“Off how?”
“I don’t know. Nauseous, fatigued, a bit dizzy. It’s probably just stress.”
He stays silent and assesses her face, “Do you want to go home?”
She nods, not offering any explanation.
Rohan takes her hand and leads her back inside, leading the way towards the glass doors.
Lyra notices them leaving and moves fast to catch up with them, “You guys leaving?”
Savannah nods, “I’m not feeling well.”
Gigi immediately abandons slate, "Do you need me to come with?”
Savannah rolls her eyes, “I’m fine, I just want to rest.”
After a bit of a hassle that involves Gigi and Lyra insisting she texts them when she’s home or they’ll show up uninvited, Savannah and Rohan finally leave the ballroom, moving towards the car.
Normally Savannah wouldn’t let Rohan drive because his driving was absolutely horrendous and Savannah was positive that Rohan did something —presumably illegal— to get his driving license. She was certain he wasn’t above manipulation. But today she was too exhausted, so she just threw him the keys.
Rohan couldn’t hide his shock and raised an eyebrow but didn’t question her. Although right about now he was sure something was very wrong with his wife.
The car ride was silent, more silent than usual. At a red stop Rohan glances over at Savannah, “You’ve barely uttered a word since we’ve left.”
“Energy conservation.”
“For what?”
“Dealing with your bullshit.”
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At their apartment building, they walk towards the elevator, Savannah holds her purse out to Rohan, silently telling him to pull out the keys. He rummages around for it before his eyes stop to a white box, he pulls it out and stares at it for a while. ‘FAST AND EFFECTIVE PREGNANCY TEST’ written in a bright shade of red.
“Savvy?” Rohan says cautiously.
She looks at him then on what he’s holding and freezes. She couldn’t believe she forgot something like this. She had bought it on her way to the gala and kept forgot she had it in her purse.
“You’re pregnant?” Rohan’s voice is calm, unreadable. Savannah did not expect excitement by any means, but at least some type of reaction.
“I don’t know,” Savannah says as the elevator opens she practically springs out of it, so he won’t be able to see her expression, she steps outside heading towards their apartment, “That’s what the test will tell me.”
“You think you might be pregnant?” Rohan says, finally beginning to move, he once again rummages through her purse and finds the keys, he opens the door and allows her to step inside before shutting the door behind them.
“Well I’m not taking it for fun,” Savannah snaps, Rohan’s fingers tightens around the keys he’s holding, she softens her tone, trying to be rational. It’s a new territory for both of us, take it easy. She tells herself. “I’m pretty sure I am. My period is late and I've been feeling dizzy. Simple things leave me exhausted. So yeah, I think I might be pregnant.” She reluctantly says, her voice suddenly soft.
He raises his eyebrows and takes a deep breath, “Wow.”
After a full minute of utter silence, Savannah shakes her head and starts heading towards their bedroom. She makes it a couple steps before he calls her name. She ignores him before a gentle hand on her arm stops her and slowly twists her around.
“Savannah.” He rarely ever calls her by her given name, it’s always Savvy or Love. She never hated her own name on someone else’s lips more than she does now.
“What?”
“You can’t tell me you might be pregnant and walk away.”
“It’s not like you bothered with saying anything worth mentioning.” She snaps.
He closes his eyes then opens them, probably aiming for patience. Savannah knows she’s being short with him but he doesn’t get to be the one panicking about this, his life will barely be affected while she’s pregnant. She’s the one that will have her body changed and her life turned upside down.
“I didn’t want to say the wrong thing. You can’t drop this one on me and leave. This is not how this works. It’s not how we work.”
“Then tell me how it does work,” she snaps, “What am I supposed to do? Should I have suddenly quit my job, waited around for you at home, hoping you might notice when I start showing?? Or should I have wrapped the test that I will pee on with a ribbon and gave it to you as a gift? Or should I have-.”
“Enough, I get your point,” He interrupts her.
She looks at him expectantly, her arms crossed.
“I want you to take this test, Savvy” He says calmly, deciding not to argue. “so we can at least know if you’re actually pregnant.”
Savannah contemplates arguing with him but instead takes the test out of his hands, “Fine.” She says as she spins and walks towards the bathroom, pausing when Rohan puts his hands on the door.
“Forget it, you’re not getting in with me.”
He grins, attempting to ease some of her stress, “Nothing I haven’t seen before, Savvy.”
She narrows her eyes, “I’m peeing alone.”
“How long does it take?”
“Do you have somewhere to be?”
He shrugs, “Just asking.”
She rips the box open, takes the test and throws the box on him, “Read the instructions.”
She shuts the door in his face, and sets the test down before she unzips her gown and steps out of it. She looks at the mirror. Uneasiness fills her as she stares at her reflection, she looks young and scared. A look she despises on her face, she’s stronger than this. She wished she could call her mother, or her twin sister, or even Lyra, but she knew they were all still at the gala and she couldn’t trust they wouldn't panic in front of everyone.
She glares at the test for a while—never despising an object more—before a knock on the door startles her, she doesn’t say anything as she squares her shoulder and grabs the tests.
“Savvy?”
She doesn’t answer him as she pees on the stick.
She begrudgingly admits to herself that it’s bothering her less and less that Rohan is here not that she’d ever tell him that.
She opens the door and hands Rohan the test while she washes her hand. “We probably should take another one later just to be sure.” She says while drying her hands, trying her best to stop them from shaking.
Savannah keeps her back to Rohan because she can feel that he is too quiet.
Rohan stared at the test in his hands, not moving or blinking. For the first time since she’s met him, he was lost for words.
“Savannah,” he says quietly, “two lines.”
Savannah closes her eyes for half a second before turning around to face him, she takes a step closer to look at the tests; just to confirm, positive.
She looks up to find him already looking at her face, probably trying to read her reaction or feelings so he can act accordingly.
His silence shockingly unsettles her, she folds her arm over her chest defensively. He notices and finally snaps out of it.
He blinks and steps closer to her, gently grabbing her chin so he can look in her eyes, “You want this?”
“A kid?” she clarifies.
He nods.
“I mean, I wouldn’t have gone out of my way for this but we’re too late for this conversation.”
“But now that it’s here? That you’re pregnant do-“
“Might be,” she interrupts, “Might be pregnant.We still have to take another test just to be sure and probably do some blood work, but now that this is happening I honestly don’t know.” She says, trying not to freak out.
He swallows, “You’d be a great mother, love. You know that, right? I have no doubt in my heart.”
She stares at him like he’s bluffing because deep down she does not believe him. Suddenly her chest tightens, coming to a realization, “Rohan,” she says urgently.
“What?”
“You can’t keep talking like this is a me thing.I mean yeah I’m doing all the work and heavy lifting but you better do your part. Don't remove yourself from the equation, British boy.”
“I wasn’t planning to,love. It’s just hard to process.”
“So, we’re having a baby.” He says after a while of them just standing there staring at each other.
VOILA 😻😻😻😻😻
The ending was a bit (a lot) lazy sorry gng ✌️✌️
Also special thanks to my twin @/tooprecious2gamble for listening to me bitch about writing this fic daily 🙏🙏
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EXACTLY like wth is hootie frutti fruit fruit?? what is even the meaning of that whole song 😭😭 and then there's bel air and that way have actual substance deep lyrics insane harmonies and real emotion. like even unloveu would've been better but no they choose hootie frutti nice n juicy u crave it and ur not even a foodie 😜😜
I post a lot of random polls and shit and i js realised maybe im being an annoying little shit by tagging all of my moots soooo which one of yall consent to being tagged in my bullshit? For the last time I'm tagging all of u: @finnick-says-shit @coffeexsmmrsblog @theangelsmercy @p4nd4rii @nothinggggg7 @rainforcsts @tooprecious2gamble @thankmyluckystarrs @johnnykavanaghsicepack @landonkingsmclaren @iwantchikennuggets @mads-xincai @sweetest-in-hell @sloanetavishsno1 @starrytrax @theangelofversailles (reply if u consent)
Blackpink having 37 songs after a 10 year career is so insane to me. You could listen to all of them in 1 sitting. In comparison, Ive has 74-80 songs and they debuted 5 years ago.
Hot take: tgg should have had another love triangle between siblings, grayson v/s savannah to get lyra. Plot twist lyra chooses savannah cause jlb can never let grayson win.
