The entire glee club was at the airport to send Rory off back to Ireland - except for Sugar Motta. Rory looked around nervously as everyone else chatted happily. Rory turned to Sam, "Sam...where do you think she is?"
Sam clapped Rory on the shoulder. "Don't worry, bro. She will be here."
Shit, shit, shit! Sugar Motta drove as fast as she could to the airport, running every stop sign she came upon. She parked in the airport parking lot and ran for the door. She quickly looked at the sign, hoping to god he hadn't already left. She ran for the security, where they were all meeting and froze. A smile spread across her face as she saw Rory standing there, a panicked look on his face. She broke into a full on sprint towards him.
Rory saw the beautiful girl running towards him and grinned. She stopped short and took him into a powerful hug. He grabbed her waist and spun her around, tears forming in his eyes. When he set her down, he grabbed her face and kissed her forcefully.
"I love you so much, darlin'!"
"I love you too!" she said, large tears already rolling down her face.
He wiped away the tears on her cheek. "Don't cry, darlin'. I promise I'll be back. Or you can visit me?"
She nodded quickly, "I'll come see you! Next summer! Or Spring Break! I promise!"
"Grand!" he said, kissing her again, trying hard to hold back tears.
She pulled away, wiping her nose, sniffing, "You better go, baby. You'll miss your flight…"
He pulled her into a tight hug and whispered in her ear, "You'll always have my heart."
"And you'll always have mine."
It had been 3 weeks since Rory left and Sugar still felt inconsolable. She still talked to him on facebook and skyped him when they could, but it just wasn't the same. She woke up every morning feeling terrible, and now she had the flu, which made things considerably worse. She had felt so tired all the time and was throwing up every morning, like clockwork.
"Honey, I think you need to go to the doctor."
"Mom, I don't need to go to the doctor!" Sugar said, taking a bite of cracker, hoping she could keep it down.
"You are not missing any more school without a damn good reason!" she said, brushing the hair off her daughter's shoulder and feeling her forehead. "No fever...but that doesn't mean anything!"
"Okay! Fine! I will go…if I don't have to go to school today?" she gave her mom puppy dog eyes.
"Fine, baby. Get going!"
"What are your symptoms?"
"Well, I've been feeling really tired lately and I get sick every morning. Like clockwork! It's the flu, isn't it?"
The nurse eyed Sugar carefully. "When was your last period?"
"It was…" Sugar had to think for a minute. When was it? A week before Rory left? 2 weeks? "About a month ago?"
"About a month ago?" the woman put down the clipboard and looked at her straight on, "Or more than a month ago?"
"I- I don't remember!" she said, defensively.
The nurse returned 15 minutes later with a solemn look on her face. The blood drained from Sugar's face. "What is it? The flu? The bird flu? Mad cow disease? Am I dying?"
The nurse laughed a little at Sugar's overreacting. "No, hun. You're pregnant."