iBecome Enceinte
Chapter 1: Feeling Sick
On a rainy Monday afternoon, in Bushwell Plaza, Carly Shay was sitting on the couch, trying to relax. She was alone in her apartment because her husband, Freddie Benson, was busy working at one of the universities in Seattle, where he was a professor in technology.
There was a knock at the door, and Carly told the person knocking to come in. The door opened, and Sam Puckett, her long-time best friend, walked inside. "Hey, Carly, you ready to go shopping?"
Carly nodded her head, but after getting up, she said, "Uh, Sam... my stomach feels swelled-up, and I have a headache."
Sam then got an answer in her head to why Carly was feeling sick, but decided to wait until her best friend explained more. "I feel really… sousy" said Carly, and Sam laughed a little at the new word.
"Wow, Carly… and I thought that I was the only one who made up words. How in the chiz did you make that word up?"
"Sousy?" Carly smiled, and explained, "It's a word my grandmother made up for when you're feeling real sick and lousy."
Sam laughed again, and went to the couch, sitting next to her. "So, Carly, how is Fredward doing after tying the knot with you last year?"
Carly laughed silently to herself, knowing that not even she could stop Sam from calling Freddie his real name and other made-up ones. "The two of us are fine, Sam… He got a job in teaching as a college professor in computers."
Sam interrupted her with saying, "Does it pay well?" Carly laughed, and was about to tell her how much money Freddie got paid, but Sam interrupted her again. "All right, let's go before all the good clothes are taken!"
Carly chuckled, and said, "Okay, Sam… but can I see the doctor first?"
Sam's answer from earlier came back in her head, and she said, "Carly, you… er, don't suppose…that you're going to have a baby, are you?" To her surprise, Carly laughed as if she was joking again.
"Oh, Sam, stop it…" However, a few seconds passed, and Carly's face went from happiness to shock. Then, she cried "A baby?"
Her best friend nodded, and said, "Yeah, that's a word my grandmother made up for tiny little people."
Carly frowned, and said, "Oh, don't be ridiculous, Sam… I am not going to be having a daughter… I mean, er, having a baby!"
However, Sam could easily see that Carly didn't look too sure at whether or not Sam was telling the truth. "All right, then, Carly, I will wait right here while you go visit Dr. P. Hill Collins… go on, Mommy, I'll wait!"
Before Carly left, she frowned at Sam, and said, "Now, Sam, be serious… I am not going to be having a baby, and that's final!"