A/N: Hello! Here is chapter on of the rewrite! Enjoy, and please review!
Cress sat at the dining room table, pushing her food around her plate. She hadn't felt well for about a week now, and she still wasn't any better.
"Hey," Thorne, her husband asked. "Feeling any better, Cress?"
She responded with a shake of her head, while clutching her stomach. Ugh. At least she usually felt better in the afternoons.
Cress was beginning to regret the pancakes, ice cream, pickles, pasta, brownies, peanut butter corn sandwiches, and the chocolate she had eaten last night.
Okay, so maybe it had been kind of a lot, but she was just so hungry. And peanut- butter corn sandwiches actually tasted really, really amazing.
It sounded kind of weird, but still.
Sensing her discomfort, Thorne raised an eyebrow.
"Maybe you should see a doctor." he suggested carefully.
Cress shook her head. "No Thorne, I'm fine." But even she could tell the words sounded strained and un-fine.
Thorne raised his other eyebrow. "You sure?" he asked, kissing the top of her head. "Anyways, I have to go to work, Cress. Feel better soon, okay?"
Cress nodded again, and waved goodbye as Thorne walked out the door.
Standing up, she grabbed her portscreen from the counter, and a few crackers. Supposedly, the crackers were supposed to make you feel better.
Typing in her password, she searched "Causes of continued nausea in the morning."
The first thing to show up was a site about pregnancy and morning sickness.
Wait….. WHAT?
She immediately clicked on it and started to read, the words flowing through her mind. Yep, she had all the symptoms.
….
Two days later, her suspicions had been confirmed, and she planned to tell Thorne that evening.
Then something occurred to her.
She had absolutely no idea how to be a mother.
Cress never knew her own mother, and it wasn't like Sybil Mira was exactly motherly. Once when she was little, however, she downloaded a game on her portscreen in which you had to take care of a newborn kitten.
But that was a game, and Cress supposed that kittens probably weren't like baby humans.
Then again, would Thorne be a good father? That question remained unanswered.
At least, she thought to herself, he had actually known both of his parents, whereas, she had known her father for about a week.
…
She decided a romantic dinner would be the best way to tell her husband.
Cress quickly made lasagna, and threw it in the oven. She grabbed a piece of chocolate, and popped it into her mouth.
Mm. Delicious. The creamy chocolate melted in her mouth so perfectly that she momentarily forgot about Thorne, forgot about the new baby, forgot about everything, and she closed her eyes.
She woke up about an hour later, to the smell of smoke.
Grabbing a pot holder, she ran to the oven, and pulled out the lasagna.
It was wrecked. You couldn't even tell what it was supposed to be, it was burned so badly.
Cress sat down, and started to cry. The romantic dinner was going to be perfect, but now it was all wrecked.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
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A/N: So, I'm going to change a few things from the first version of this. More in upcoming chapters. Please review, and name suggestions, please!
