A baby.
Loren smiled to herself as she left the doctor's office. She could hardly believe that they--she and Alan--Elfangor--were going to have a baby. She gave a little twirl as she reached her car. She couldn't remember ever feeling so giddy. She was already imagining what the future would be like; going to the park, playing with their child--a little girl, maybe, with bouncing curls and a sweet, toothless grin. Or maybe a little boy, laughing mischeviously up at them.
Loren sat in her car for a long moment, smiling wistfully at images that were coming to mind. Crazy, she thought, she couldn't possibly imagine what the future held. For all she knew, their child could be rebellious and prone to throwing tantrums, and... and...
She wouldn't think about that, she decided, smiling as she started the car. She would let herself bask in her fantasies for as long as she could.
Pulling out of the parking lot, she thought of Alan, sitting at home right that moment. She grinned, anticipating his excitement when she told him.
As she drove toward home, she thought over how she would tell him. As soon as she got home, she decided. Best not to make them both wait longer than necessary. She'd ask him about his day, to start. Yeah, that was good. When he'd finished, she'd tell him her news.
For the life of her, she couldn't imagine that he'd have anything more eventful happen to him.