All the rest is Talk [Amos <3]

[Amos Patroclus Diggory]

Amos swallowed, frowning and still feeling rather useless and confused as he patted Nessa's hair, mumuring bemused responses to her 'I love you's' and still none the wiser to why she was crying. He wished she would stop, still. Really wished she would. Five minutes ago they were snuggling happily, discussing moving in together and declaring their love for each other and Amos felt on top of the world, surprisingly. It was strange to see how the mood had changed so suddenly, and it was making his stomach churn. His friends, who had previously had girlfriends whilst Amos 'played the field' at school so to speak, had complained of how girls' mood-swings could be horrific at times, but Nessa had never seemed the overly-hormonal type, and so he was at a loss.

It didn't help his confusion any when Nessa denied that it was anything to do with not wanting to move in together. Amos frowned, moving searchingly over her face. Just as though Nessa was not the type to be very hormonal, he had never known her as the type to lie to him either - well, that or perhaps she was such a good liar that he had never noticed - but he preferred to think the former. "Then what..?" He murmured, half to himself. His frown had lessened a little with his worries that he was pressuring Nessa into moving in together, pressuring her even, into saying she loved him, and he leaned in from the searching eye-contact to kiss her again gently on the forehead. But his confusion had not. He was sure these were not tears of happiness. Even if it wasn't something to do with how fast they seemed to be going with their plans, something was wrong.

'I think I might be pregnant'

Amos blinked. Although he knew instinctively that something was very wrong, pregnancy had never even crossed his mind. He was momentarily lost for words, and for a few long moments stared at his hands in silence, looking shell-shocked. After a while though, he realised he was being selfish, and probably not helping Nessa's own state in his silent reeling. As he usually did when not fully thinking straight, Amos let his words fall out of his mouth before considering them first in his head. "Pregnant ... Like.. pregnant with a .. baby? But - But how?" He spluttered, looking up to meet her eyes and softening slightly. He tried to take the shocked incredulous edge of his tone and lowered his voice, remembering too that they were not alone in the house. "It's just.. We've only done it.. We only did it that one time"

Amos Diggory was not the fastest broom in the cupboard, and this extended to his knowledge of sex education. Yes, he liked to think he was rather good at it, but when it came to understanding contraception, or rather, taking an interest in contraception, Amos was egotistical in thinking that it didn't concern him. Which, he supposed, was what helped in leading to this situation. He swallowed, running a hand through his hair and then taken one of Nessa's hands between his own. "Well, are you certain that you are?" He asked seriously, watching her carefully. He was trying to think straight, and finding out for definite if Nessa was - no, if they were - expecting a baby, seemed to be the first logical thing to do.

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Amos might feel useless and uncomfortable all he liked, truth was despite all that he did manage to reassure Nessa (or at least calm her down to a degree, even if it might have had something to do with her realising she was upsetting Amos as well - but the end justifies the means, so to speak). She hadn't meant to get all emotional in the first place, it had just happened. Amos was right: she wasn't the random mood-swing type, usually had her feet planted firmly on the ground. Maybe it was hormones. Maybe it was utter fear. Nessa didn't know, but she sure was glad that Amos was here for her, even if he thought he was doing a rubbish job.
Nessa had hoped to reassure him by saying it had nothing to do with not wanting to move in together, but his expression remained uncertain and she couldn't tell why. The idea of Amos wondering is she was, maybe, lying didn't even occur to her - she would never lie to Amos. Nessa was a firm believer in truth and communication, especially when it came to relationships, friendships - love. She had hoped to reassure him, but she hadn't, so the only thing left to do was to tell him the real reason, give him some much-deserved clarity. She smiled through her tears as he pecked her on the forhead and wiped his cheeks with her sleeve, feeling silly suddenly for making such a big deal out of the whole thing. After all - the truth had to come out sometime, postponing the moment of exposing it only made matters worse.

She held her breath for a moment once she had confessed it, absolutely silent, almost too silent. This was the worst moment. The fear that she might be pregnant was bad, sure, but Amos' reaction, whether she turned out to be expecting or not, that was key. Even if she turned out not pregnant, if he chose to drop her like a stone, Nessa doubted if things would ever get right again. She needed his emotional support so bad. Even if he felt he couldn't take it, if he didn't want this, if he was going to leave her, she at least wanted it to go pleasantly, not with.. with accusing words and anger and fights. Nessa looked up at Amos, guilt and shame all over her face, masking her new fear, the fear that he'd blame her and would never want to see her again. Really, Vanessa felt she would be able to cope with almost anything, anything but that.
He was silent for the longest time. Surprised, of course - Nessa had expected nothing different. She wished he'd speak, though. Or look at her, instead of at his hands.
"Pregnant ... Like.. pregnant with a .. baby? But - But how?" Nessa let out a silent sigh of relief. This wasn't a bad first reaction, not as terrible as she had feared, and as their eyes met hers glazed over with tears for a moment, but she blinked them away. She tried swallowing the lump in her throat, but it wouldn't go, so she just nodded. "It's just.. We've only done it.. We only did it that one time." All those worse-case-scenario's of Amos denying it was his, assuming she had been with someone else instead - all those visions flared instantly. Nessa felt her heart beat rapidly, feeling slightly dizzy - it was all so overwhelming. What did he mean? "I- yes!" she blurted out. "I'm not- I've never been on birth control, I mean-" Nessa swallowed and blushed. "I didn't think I'd need it, I mean not that I didn't expect you- Oh, but I don't mean-" She hoped she hadn't given Amos the wrong impression now. It wasn't that she hadn't expected them to have sex, it wasn't that she hadn't wanted it! She had just never thought about it, Nessa had never been much of a femme fatale, of course, it had simply slipped her mind - stupidly. She felt so stupid. It was probably all her fault.

She tried to keep her head clear, to focus on the here and now and not on the countless 'maybe's' and 'whatifs'. Nessa squeezed Amos' hand slightly as he moved to hold it and shifted closer to him. After a tiring day full of new impressions, she acted on emotion and instinct rather than logic and all she knew was that she wanted to be near him and be held and reassured.
"Well, are you certain that you are?" She looked up at him. It was a good question, it was a good place to start this talk about it all. "No," she quietly admitted. "I-I've never been late before, but I didn't tell anyone, I didn't know what to do, I suppose there's probably spells that can tell?" She hadn't even told her mother and they were pretty close. Being the eldest daughter in the household, she had been too afraid to be a disappointment, and telling Amos' parents.. that thought was scary enough to make her feel physically sick. "I'm sorry," she muttered softly, leaning into Amos a little more and hoping she didn't seem too needy or anything. She just wanted everything to be alright - whatever that was.