I know the time will disappear
But this love we're building on will always be here
No way that this is sinking sand
On this solid rock we'll stand forever
Will I promise to be your best friend
And am I here until the end
Can I be sure I have been waiting for you
And did I say my love is true
Baby I will, I am, I can, I have, I do
Again, this has nothing to do with my blog and is slightly crazy. A friend of The Best Kind of Suprise. Slightly giggly, so I’m posting this.
Sitting next to her on the plane ride home, it dons on him that he is the luckiest man in the world. She’s dozing next to him, her head on his shoulder, smelling like strawberries and home. One hand is tucked into his, the other drifting across her stomach, across the next phase of their relationship.
He supposes that they are technically engaged now, but it feels like so much more than that. Sitting there, with his sleeping fiancée, her hand in his, it’s all he can do not to cry. They are both sick and sleep deprived, ready to get home and share their news with family.
After the closing ceremony, they were both slap happy, giddy that the attention would finally be off them. She had a resurgence of energy after their gala performance, having rallied from almost being sick on the ice. They walked by each other, wrapped in their country, hands intertwined and eyes on the future. They stayed up late after, splurging on French fries and apple pie, making plans, and laughing. He’s hoping that they can continue to skate, to tour the country that supported them on their journey.
Beside him, she stirs, looking pale as she awakes from her nap. He kisses her forehead, strokes her hand as she turns her green eyes towards him. She’d been sick on the last flight but seemed to be okay now.
When their plane lands, she immediately turns on, donning her medal, posing for pictures, smiling despite how sick she felt. He’s so proud, watching her interact, never letting her guard down. He’s a little more relaxed about the whole thing, letting things slip that he’ll get in trouble for later. Right now, he’s exhausted, battling the cold that swept through the dorms. Still, he can’t help but smile at a baby girl, posing with her for a picture, not seeing the joy that shown out of the corner of her eye.
Their both exhausted as they hug their families, falling into compatible silence as they settle in his car, eyes wary of cameras. They dump their luggage into the hallway, both collapsing into bed, gravitating towards each other. He snuggles her close, her head on his chest, and sleep.
There’s something cozy about spending the full day in bed, even when you both are sick. Their mothers are popping in and out, making sure they are hydrated and fed. As sick as he feels, he’s grateful that she’s beside him, cuddling against him for warmth.
By the third day, he’s feeling well enough to get up, she’s still exhausted after speaking at some schools. Still, he’s comfortable to leave her, as he goes to spend some time at the rink.
To him, this rink feels like home. It’s where his family teaches, where he first learned to skate. It’s not the flashiest place, but it’s the place he loves to skate the most. He’s playing around with the kids, spinning them around, when he hears his phone ring, the special ring reserved for her. She utters a single word and he’s flying off the ice, running to his car, leaving confused looks in his wake.
In the car, he’s speeding home, his mind solely focused on her. The panic in her voice was enough for him to imagine the worst. She was the most important thing in his life, and he couldn’t survive without her.
He finds her in the bathroom, clutching her stomach and crying. She looks pale and tiny, curled in the shower, the water running pink around her. She doesn’t know what’s happening, but she knows she’s lost control. She hates seeing the look on his face, full of worry and loss.
He’s not thinking, he’s just doing. Shutting off the shower, drawing her up in his arms. He pauses to grab a towel, settling her in the front seat of the car. He runs back in and grabs one of her bags, knowing that she’ll need dry clothes no matter what happens. He’s talking to her the whole ride there, trying to keep her focused and awake. She’s hiccupping beside him, shaking as tears fall. She’s oblivious to the increasing stain spreading across the towel.
He’s careful to keep her eyes on his as he leads her into the emergency room. The people there looked shocked at who their seeing, the look on his face is enough to make them move. Their whisking her behind a curtain as he leaves to park the car, his emotions finally catching up. He’s sobbing as he looks beside him, his only thought that he can’t lose them both. Last week they were on top of the world, giggling in a twin bed as they marveled in their secret. Now, everything they had planned was suddenly up in the air.
He grabs his sweatshirt and a pair of leggings from her bag, wishing that this had never happened. The nurses point as he enters the room, he gives a nod of thanks as he goes to find her. She looks impossibly small in the hospital bed, still crying as she reaches for his hand.
Nurses are bustling around her, asking questions, and hooking up wires. He wants to hold her, to make it stop, he feels so helpless as they poke and prod. She’s whimpering as spread the gel, holding tighter to his hand.
The noise around them comes to a halt as they listen for life. The doctor’s brow furrows as he moves the probe, he feels her hand tense in his. Silence fills the empty space, she’s crying even more. He grabs his phone, texts her mom, and drops a kiss to her hand. Even if it’s just the two of them, it could be a whole lot worse.
She’s wheeled off into another room, this one private and dark. He’s scared for her, for the baby. He wants it to be okay.
Another doctor enters the room, armed with another machine. She’s all business, clicking some buttons, moving the wand with a sense of purpose. He’s peering over her shoulder, hoping to brace himself so he could be strong for her.
Instead, what he sees fills him with joy. There, on the screen, is something that looks startlingly human, twitching, with a flash at the center.
He’s downright sobbing as the heartbeat fills the air, not caring that he looks like an idiot. She’s crying still, now happy tears, clinging to his arm for support. The doctor is smiling as she draws some blood, starting on the paperwork to admit her for observation, explaining that they don’t take chances with the flu and pregnancy.
They both are enchanted by the image on the screen, small and skeletal, but unmistakably a baby. Their baby. One that’s very much alive and thriving.
She’s still crying when she’s moved into a private room, his hand still glued in hers. She has a trail of tubes and wires, still looks exhausted. Only once she’s asleep does he leave the room, calling her mom and rearranging his schedule. He sleeps beside her that night, falling asleep to the beeps on the monitors and the sound of her steady breathing.
Less than a week ago, they were in the same size bed, celebrating their victory with her much-craved big mac. Now they were here, still just the three, having been through hell and back. He’s still in shock, glad that she’s okay but the whole thing feels like a dream.
The next morning she’s up and walking, a fresh burst of energy he hadn’t seen since they landed. She’s saying she’s fine, that it was just dehydration, no reason for him to clear his week. Her mom would be more than willing to stay with her, she assures them as she’s wheeled out of the hospital, armed with fresh pictures of their baby.
Back at home, he gets her settled into bed, making her promise not to leave, knowing fully that she wouldn’t listen. True to her nature, she’s up as soon as he closes the door, walking to the bathroom where this whole mess had started.
She hadn’t been feeling well and had gone to get some water, when she was hit by the absolute worst pain in her life. Worse than what she had skated through, this pain brought her to her knees in tears. When she went to grab her phone was when she first noticed the blood. She tried to sound calm when she called him, knowing that bleeding during pregnancy wasn’t the end of the world. She ended up crawling in the shower, letting the hot water attempt to soothe the pain. She’d blocked out her mind, breathing through the pain, her tears mixed with the water pooling down her cheeks.
The look on his face, one of pure terror, was what sent her into panic. She was woozy and hurting, no matter how gentle he was. In his arms, she glanced back, saw the trail of pink water dripping and said goodbye to her dreams.
He was talking the whole ride there, blabbering about nothing and everything. She doesn’t remember what she said back, only remembers the fading feeling of being consumed by blackness. She saw the look of shock on the nurses faces, remembers them helping her behind a curtain, into a bed and a gown. He was gone as they started to question, she was hazy to everything but the pain. She remembers him slipping back by her side, holding her hand, answering the questions she couldn’t. She remembers how loud everything was, beeps and voices crowding the air. She remembers feeling something cold, answered by pressure and silence. A deathly, unwelcome silence.
She’s being wheeled to a different room, aware of a shift in the air. His hand is holding tighter to hers, the light changing to match the mood. A new doctor comes in, only moving in actions of purpose. She can’t see anything but his face and how hard he is trying to keep it together for her. The doctor clears her throat and angles the screen towards them. He’s sobbing as they take in the image, skeletal and perfect, with a tiny beating heart. It’s loud and fast as it fills the room, echoing along with her tears of joy. She’s wheeled into another room, attached to an army of wires and tubes. She knows it’s just a precaution, but all she wants to do is go home.
Curled into his arms, she allows sleep to claim her, stirring only once. In the dim light, she can see him in the hallway, feel his sweatshirt wrapped around her shoulders. He’s pacing, talking on the phone, relief evident in every step. Smiling to herself, she drifts back to sleep, she’s even more grateful for having him in her life.
When they leave the next morning, she’s much more alert, fingering the pictures of their child tucked into her pocket.
Back at home, she confronts the pink trail, wiping and scrubbing the best that she could. She tacks the picture on their fridge, sends a snapshot to their moms and allows herself to cry. The last few weeks were a constant reminder of how lucky they were in life. To have each other, their families, their coaches, their country. To be starting their family after a fairytale ending.
That night, as they are getting ready for bed, she realizes that something that wasn’t there before. She calls to him, hears his footsteps rush in, sees the look of panic on his face as he runs his hands through his hair.
Grinning, she beckons to him, twirling as she frames her hands on either side of her stomach. His face breaks out in a matching smile as he takes it all in. It’s small but there. He grabs his phone and snaps a picture, her smile a mile wide, a look of pure wonder on her makeup free face. She bounces out to the kitchen and poses again, pointing to the newest picture on their fridge.
When he looks back to the pictures he took that night, he sees her unaltered, utter joy, the excitement of finally being able to see. He remembers sandwiching her into a hug, his fingers never leaving their blossoming peanut of life. It reminds him of how stupidly grateful and lucky he is, that all of his dreams are coming true.
Today at work I was ringing someone out (I’m a cashier) the customer was pulling out his credit card from his wallet and left it (the wallet) sitting open on the counter and I was able to see the top half of what looked like a business card and hand written on the corner was Scotty and Thersea. That made me smile.
I have never watched their reality show and to be honest I am not interested in doing so. I have seen gifs, clips, quotes, etc from it because I’m not blind; which gives me a fairly good concept of what it was like. I understand that after the fact both Tessa and Scott were unsatisifed with what was shown because it didn’t meet the envisions they wanted to present; the producers and production went down a different path. The thing that Tessa and Scott wanted to leave off the show was a “love” story and anything to do with a romantic relationship or anything related to that. They wanted the show to capture their training progress, the pressure, and their actual lives together as friends and nothing more. It seems the show attempted to highlight it as Scott having girlfriend that oh my god isnt tessa how could he do that?! And Tessa constantly flirting and giving Scott singles she likes him. I do understand about editing and clipping together two separate interactions to make look like occurred at the same time, I know shows will conveniently cut off a quote or anything else that doesn’t meet the narrative they are going for. For example a show could broadcast someone saying “I was finally able to tell him I love him.” And cut the scene and in reality the person had said “I was finally able to tell him I love him and our friendship is everything and I could never see us as lovers especially since I’m happily dating...” Obviously I don’t think anything to that extreme happened on their show just an example on how things get twisted and can end up tricky the viewers. With that said I can’t help to notice in the handful of clips I have seen is the pure look of love in Tessa’s eyes whenever looking or interacting towards/with Scott; no amount of editing and manipulation of the footage can create that. I sincerely think she has been smitten (if not straight out in love) with him far longer then he for her; but the timing as never been right, the circumstances always wrong, etc so she kept the charade up for the show insisting interviews and voice overs they are no feelings and she supports his relationship (again just assuming) and meanwhile Scott is blissfully unaware of the truth she’s barely holding back; or perhaps he knew and couldn’t/wouldn’t acknowledge it? They were and are confusing people!
