Twenty minutes later they were donning their coats. "Seriously, though. How can two married baby-doctors who consciously stopped birth control not have a single pregnancy test in their home!?"
He kissed her again once they were in the elevator then took her hand in grip that made her complain about blood loss until loosened up. "Because that's work stuff, right?" He grinned at her, laughing in delight as she literally danced in place with excitement. "But maybe we should cool our jets a little, ya know?" He took a deep breath as Mindy did the same. "I mean, we, better than anybody, know how this stuff works."
"You're right. Okay. You're right. We are literally experts on this subject." They nodded at each other as the door opened to the lobby. "We can be cool."
They set a maddeningly sedate pace though the lobby until they reached the doors. As they stepped outside into the chilled November air, Danny turned to her and started buttoning her coat.
"Danny! What are you doing?"
Her dainty little swats did not deter him as he finished and then checked her coat pockets for gloves. "It's cold out here. I'm not having the love of my life and mother of my child getting sick because she didn't bundle up."
"Awww. You're so annoying and cute!" She threw her arms around his neck, ignoring his mutters about going back inside to get her hat and gloves. "I, the love of your life and mother of your children, love you Danny Castellano."
Danny grinned the grin she loved so much, "I love you, too," and leaned in to kiss her. He jerked back. "No. Wait!" He stepped back and grabbed her hand. "What are we doing? Test first, and then I'll kiss the crap out of you. I promise."
That drew another 'awww' from Mindy until she noticed him hailing a cab. "Danny, stop! What are you doing?"
"What do you mean, 'what am I doing'? We're not taking the subway all the way to the office at this time a night."
She gasped and yanked his arm down. "No. I want to go buy the stick with the line and the plus signs!" He shook his head and resumed hailing a taxi. She gazed off into the building-blocked sunset as she set the stage. "You'll be outside the door, pacing as I pee on the little stick. And of course, I'll have to set up a video camera to get that first magical reaction when I tell you you're going to be a daddy. Then, I'll post it on YouTube so that millions can share in our joy and comment on our happiness."
"Is that what you're watching on YouTube all the time when you make all those girly noises and cry?"
She shrugged. "It's either that or the proposal videos. No." She tried to shoo the cab away that pulled up. "No thank you, sir. We're fine, Danny. There's a drug store a block away. We don't need a cab."
Danny pointed to the driver. "Don't go anywhere." He opened the door and gestured impatiently. "Will you just get in? Let's go."
Mindy stamped her foot. "Let me live my dreams, dammit!"
The cabbie obviously wanted to drive away and leave them to it, but Danny kept the door open. "Alright already. We'll go to the drug store, but we're taking a cab." He waited for her 'yay!' and her happy dance, then nagged her into the cab. Once they were in he gave the cabbie directions to a shop near their office.
He hardly felt the arm punch through his coat. "Look, two birds, one stone. We'll stop and get your amateur-hour test, but we'll take it to the office where we can do a blood test at the same time." She still looked pouty so he put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. "Didn't you spend all of lunch last week making fun of your patient whose stick was wrong?"
"That was different, Danny. Hers was probably expired. And Russian. Probably. I bet the results weren't even in English. Plus, everyone knows that you leave social media out of it until you either tell your parents or get it confirmed by your doct...okay. Fine." She decided to graciously ignore his fist pump of victory. "But I get to do my own blood test."
"Oh, hell no." He said simply. "This is how it's goin' down, sweetheart. I'm gonna do your blood work, and you're gonna do your thing with the stick."
"Oh, come on," she whined. "How many women get to say they've done their own blood tests? I could probably write an article afterwards for People or Real Simple magazine."
"Nope. And let me finish. I do my thing and you do your thing, and we won't look at the results until your test is ready. Then we'll look at both of them together at the same time."
Mindy laid her head on his shoulder. "But what if my answer is different than your answer? I mean, it was just a little puking, Danny. Oh, God!" She pressed her face against his shoulder in dramatic shame. "We're them! We're one of those pregnancy obsessed couples that think they're pregnant when they look at each other too long!"
He rolled his eyes and patted her head. "We are not. And don't knock the Fergusons. Their insurance is so good they've probably paid for a new sonogram machine by now." He tipped her chin up and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Look, either we're pregnant or we're not." He leered at her and wiggled his eyebrows. "If not, then we'll work on that a little harder."
She laughed and put a hand over his face. "Whatever, perv." Danny removed her hand, kissing her palm before intertwining their fingers. "How do you feel by the way? Any different? Any tell-tale signs?"
Mindy put one hand on her stomach and frowned. "Not really. I mean, I'm tired, but that C-section lasted forever. I can't even remember when my last period was."
Danny frowned as she pulled out her phone. "What are you doing?"
"I'm calling Morgan. He'll know where I'm at."
"Nope." Danny grabbed her phone and stuffed it in his pocket despite her protests. "No Morgan. He is not invited to tonight's events. It's just you and me."
"Awww. Fine." She smiled as he asked the cabbie if couldn't go a little faster. She poked his side. "So Danny, have you sweated through your shirt yet?"
"What? What are you talkin' about? I'm fine." He took a deep breath. "I'm cool." Then, nonchalantly he asked, "I left my gym bag in my office, right?"
She kissed his shoulder. "And your scrubs. So you're covered for a change of clothes. Oh, God. We're here." The cab pulled in front of the drugstore. "Okay, you wait here. I'll be right back."
"I don't think so, Min." He opened his door and got out before she could even get a hand on the handle. "You spent half an hour on toilet paper alone last time you went in alone. Stay here. I'll be right back."
She rolled down her window and yelled after him. "Don't get the cheapest one! Oh, and don't get the pink one with the couple on the front. Their commercial is stupid."
"Will you relax! I know how pick a simple baby test." He grinned at her as he walked towards the store. "I'm a professional."
Twenty minutes later he got back in the cab with a stuffed bag. "I don't know what I'm doing in there." He admitted after apologizing for taking so long. "Why the hell are there twenty different tests? It's a racket, I'm telling you. Meant to make you feel nervous and inadequate."
"Whatever. It's fine." Mindy waived the cabbie on and grabbed the bag. "Oh my god, Danny. There are like ten tests in here!"
He shrugged. "More like twenty. There are usually two per box."
"I'm not peeing on that many sticks. I don't think I have that much in me, for one thing."
Danny pulled a bottle out of his coat pocket. "Got ya covered. I know how Cran-Apple runs right through you."
She took it with a smile. "You are a genius. I swear, you are the best potential baby-daddy a girl could have."
"Don't say that. Baby-daddies are those losers who knock women up and run." He tapped a fist on the glass partition between them and the cabbie. "I am not a baby-daddy, sir. We are happily married."
Mindy stopped chugging to wave at the driver. "Sorry. Danny, this Murray. He once took Beyoncé to the airport. Isn't that wild? Anyway, he knows what the deal is tonight. Right, Murray?"
Murray gave a little salute. "You got it doctors. And hey, potential congratulations to yous both."
When Danny just looked at her she shrugged. "What? You can tell him you're not my baby-daddy, but I can't tell him we're just two hot, married doctors going to check out if you impregnated me? Hello. Double-standard much?"
Danny ran a hand over his face and sighed. "Never mind. Look, we're here. Thanks, Murray." He thought of the poor cabbie being stuck with a nervous Mindy for twenty minutes and added to the fare. "Keep the change." He got out of the cab and gave a hand to help her out. "Let's do this thing."