I kissed her boyfriend, no-sorry-fiancée, before agreeing to meet him somewhere before heading out the sliding door of Sacred Heart. I could feel his eyes on me, which made me walk more confidently. I drove home before slumping on the couch and flipping through channels; I was in my most comfortable attire, scrubs. Deciding nothing worth watching was on, I opened a book, but soon got bored with it (it was actually a magazine). Knowing JD would come home tired and be a nuisance rather than a help, I began dinner. I turned on some music to keep away the pipes gurgling and to hide my own voice.
"Guess who's home?" trilled JD, dumping his bag on the floor.
"Luke?" I guessed, betraying boredom.
"No, your husband-to-be." JD faked hurt.
"Right. I've made dinner," I spooned some pasta onto a plate and offered it to JD.
"No brinner?" JD whined, accepting his plate gratefully and instantly began eating it.
"Sorry, but I wanted to clear my head." I did the same and sat down across from JD.
"What sort of things are rolling around in there?" JD inclined his head in a daydream, and I waited before answering.
"Just the wedding and the workload."
JD finally noticed, and avoided the inevitable subject. "I like the scrubs. What happened to the coat?"
"I got bored of it. I needed something newer."
"Something different?" JD asked, getting up for seconds. The discomfort had clouded over us, and I began to listen to my fork scrape my plate. "Elliot, is there something you want to tell me?"
"Yes, but I don't know how I want to." I transgressed into pushing my food this way and that.
"That's fine." JD shrugged.
"I'm pregnant. Five months, to clarify."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I was afraid. I have low self-esteem, and I just couldn't tell anybody."
"Carla doesn't know?"
"Well, she's the only one."
"Who's the father?"
"You."
A/N: Coauthored with another person. Sorry this was short, but it was an introduction.
