I got home at around dinner time. It was all dark, other than some side table lights on. I was utterly hungry. Like painstakingly hungry. I put down all my bags and went into my kitchen. I flipped on a side light, and saw a note on the fridge.

Mace,

Went to a clothes fitting at Stella's.
Won't be home too late!
I love you!

~Nick

I left it there, and opened the fridge. Hunger was continuing to pierce through me like knives, and last nights casarole is looking more and more apitizing by the second. I scooped out a heaping load into my plate, and put it in the microwave, backing away when it roared to life. I flipped from some homework of this assignment I have at school. It's secondary to my job as a triage nurse at the childrens hospital. It's a pretty sad job to see all the sick kids that was through there every day, but it's nice to know that there are good doctors back there that are always helping.

I hear the dinger, and I walk to micro-wave. I never walk around there when it's on, or look in for that matter. There have been rumors that it gives you bad cancer, and trust me honey, don't wanna go there again. And then there is the other reason why I never look in there.

I'm expecting my first.

Is it wrong for me to feel this exited abou this? I mean, at my age, usually girls are focused on collage and sports. But then there's me. Still schooling, with a full time job, married, and a cancer survivor all wrapped into one. And thats pretty big. We have the money, the space... and the love. Oh yeah, there is no shortage of love in the family. I don't think I will need to worry about clothing. If I tell Stella on a Tuesday at say... 5:03pm, she will have 3 years of clothing sketched up by 12:03am on the Wednesday.

Now I need to tell Nick. That could be complicated. Its a foresure that I'm pregnant though. It all started the day when I realized I was the biggest clutz in America, and probably Canada too. I fell, and landed on my wrist funny. I swore it broke. It was my one day off, and Nick was at a recording studio for the day, and asked politly for me not to inturupt him, as they were on a tight schedule. I drove myself to the hospital and emmitted myself into emergency. They got me into x-ray, and of course the first thing they ask is...

"When was the last time you had your period?"

I had to count on my fingers to 6. 6 weeks. And then she asked if she were sure I wasn't pregnant. I had to say no. I found out later that day that I indeed was. Instantly I fell into exitment! This was a few days ago, and I can't keep in to myself anymore. I must tell him tonight. I plop on my favorite sopt in the entire house. He always ask me why I like it there so much, and to tell you the trruth, it's just more compfy there. The tiny little corner of the couch...

I plop there with my meal, and turn on my computer. I don't know exactly when Nick will be home, but I need to think of the way I am gonna tell him. Killing time, I look on a website filled with pregnancy info and tips.

Sometime between then and when I was shaken awake, I must have falled asleep. I have an empty bowl on my lap, and the screensaver is on my computer. I see Nicks dark eye's in the dim light shining down on me.

"Nick hi!" I place the plate on my lap, and pull him down beside me. "Thank god your home! I need to tell you something!" he stopped me by placing a finger on my lips.

"Wait, first, I worte you a song." he pulled out his guitar from underneath the table. "OKay...

Roses are Red
Violets are blue.

Sugar is sweet,
and so are you."

Nick looks at me with hopeful eye's. "Thats it? Really? Thats the new song?" he nodded. "Nick, it's-"

"Not done," he inturupted.

"Lily's are fine,
Dafodills are faby.

Oh, and by the way.
I know about our baby."

I felt my lips curve into an "o"

Okay. Thats chapter #1! Hope you like it! Please review. I know this chapter is short, but it starts next chapter! hahah! PLEASE REVIEW! hahah!

xoxo

Molly