"Mike, can you come in here, please?" Carol called to her husband from their bedroom.

"I'll be there in a minute, honey, I'm still brushing my teeth," he replied back to her.

"Well, make it quick because it's important."

Well, the word "important" must have gotten to Mike because Carol heard him hurredly spit out toothpaste from his mouth and gargle with water. Carol had to plug her ears whenever he would gargle. She could never stand the sound of that. It wasn't until he ran back into the room with saliva stains all over his newly-washed pajamas that she unplugged her ears. Carol put her hands over her mouth and laughed at the sight of her bewildered husband.

"What's so funny?" He sounded annoyed already.

"You," Carol said still laughing.

"What about me?"

"You just look hilarious standing there covered in saliva and that serious face of yours, I..."

"Well, never mind me! What was so important that I had to rush brushing my teeth for?"

Carol had stopped laughing by now. Her face had now gone serious and tears began to well up in her eyes. That makes Mike feel terrible and he goes over to her and wraps his arms around her.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," Mike says, kissing his wife's tears away.

"It's not you, Mike," she says with a crackling voice.

"Well, what is it, then?"

"It's about Hawaii."

"Yeah," he says, finally looking her in the eye. He could never take Carol's moments of sorrow. "That was a trip to remember. Between Alice's back, Greg's wipeout, Peter's spider..."

"That man in the cave..."

"Oh, man, that guy."

"There was something else that went wrong."

"What?"

"My pregnancy."

Mike bolted from the bed. To Carol, it looked as though the color drained from his face. She felt her own face and could have swore the same thing had happened to her. The tears began to fall from her eyes again. Mike had seemed to regain some of his composure because he climbed into his side of the bed and began to cradle Carol in his arms again.

"I wanted to tell you, I was going to tell you," she said while she continued to cry into his shoulder.

"Hey, calm down," he said as he kissed her hair. "Tell me what happened, honey."

"Well," Carol said, pulling out of her husband's grasp. "I found out I was pregnant right before we went on the trip. The doctor said I was about five weeks along. I wasn't going to say anything to anybody until we got back. I figured it was too soon to say anything."

"Okay, was it the airplane ride?"

"No, it was the night before the boys wandered off into the cave."

"So it was stress from that night?"

"No, it was before they disappeared. I think it was that darn tiki!"

"Hey, that is all just superstition. I told everybody a million times that's all it is."

"Well, Mike, I just can't help but think about that sometimes."

"When did you find out you lost the baby?"

"I knew right before the boys took off. I was alone in the bathroom and I was bleeding, not real heavy but heavy enough. Luckily, I brought pads for Marcia and Jan just in case. So, I just went along like I had gotten my period."

"You called the doctor, right?" Mike asked with a heavy sigh.

"Yes, of course I did. He told me he was sorry and to let my body heal. No sex for the next six weeks."

"Do you want to tell the kids and Alice?"

"No, I don't want them know. It would be too upsetting to them."

"I'm just so sorry, honey. I wish you would've told me earlier."

"I just didn't want to ruin what was left of our vacation."

"Oh, honey," Mike said, taking his wife back into his arms. "It's okay."

"I love you, Mike."

"I love you, too, honey."

"I'm tired," she says, kissing his cheek.

"Me too," he says, kissing her back.

"Let's go to sleep now."

"Good idea. It will be a brand new day in the morning."

It was true; no matter what happened inside or outside of the Brady house, there was always a brand new day.