Numb3rs: Charlie & Amita have a Baby
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"I can't believe it!" said Amita, completely stunned by what she'd just discovered. Her period was just a week late, but after her bagel and coffee had decided to make an unwanted appearance earlier that morning, she wanted to check all possibilities in case it was true. Charlie urged her to take the day off, but Amita insisted on going to work. "I can't call in sick today, my students have their finals and I haven't finished grading half of their mid-term exams! Besides, I'm feeling much better now." Charlie gave her his sweet, boyish grin; her stubbornness was so endearing to him. "Alright, but just try to take it easy, ok? I want you looking your best so that every guy at Cal Sci can stare at you with endless fascination, wishing they were me." Amita laughed and wrapped her arms around him; he always knew how to cheer her up. "Why Professor Eppes, I had no idea you thrived on the jealousy of others?" He smirked, "Only when they truly have a reason to be jealous…" The two of them leaned into a passionate kiss, but quickly retreated when Alan walked in. "Please, don't stop on my account!" said Alan. He then poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table, eager to read the morning paper. "Guess we're still on our honeymoon!" Charlie said, giving his wife that special look that only she understood. She returned the same look, as both were silently reminiscing about the past few months they'd spent in London, the excitement of it all, the romance, it was so amazing! Even though they'd only been back for a short time, the newlyweds spark hadn't worn off yet… they both hoped it never would. "Well, we're gonna go now, see you later tonight." Charlie grabbed the keys off the table and he and Amita made their way out the door. "Bye Son, Amita! Drive safe!"
Amita just stood there in the bathroom, starring down at the pink plus sign on the pregnancy stick. I'm pregnant! I'm going to have a baby! A wave of nausea swept over her, but she managed to hold it back. No! I'm not getting sick twice in one day! There's just too much to do! She splashed warm water on her face, thankful that she'd decided not to wear makeup that day, than shuffled her way back to her office. Focusing on the hundreds of papers in front of her proved quite difficult, and every fifteen minutes or so she had to get up and walk the dizziness off, which slowed the work down considerably. When lunch time rolled around, Amita felt as if Earth had tilted a full 180° on its axis. Just when she thought that she'd gotten ahold of herself, Charlie walked in with a bowl of piping hot tomato soup. "How's my girl doing?" said Charlie, as he held out the soup for her. Normally, tomato soup would've been welcomed by Amita, for it was her favorite thing to eat when she felt ill, but right then the smell made her stomach lurch. She swallowed hard; disgusted by the taste her already digested breakfast left in her mouth. Never the less, she managed a faint smile. "Thanks sweetie, but I don't think I'll have any just now." Charlie understood, and set the bowl of soup on her desk, than he walked over and kissed her on the forehead. "Have you made any progress with the exams?" Amita shook her head, "Not much, I'll probably be stuck doing most of them tonight." Charlie cupped her face and said in a low whisper, "Too bad, I was hoping to spend some time with my gorgeous, unbelievably hot wife tonight." He then pulled her into a kiss, and Amita could feel her legs almost give way. After all this time, he still knows how to drive me crazy!
The nausearesurfaced, and she gently pushed him back, and said with a pleasant smile, "Charlie, I need to tell you something." Charlie's face suddenly got serious, for he knew that "I need to tell you something" was usually not a good thing. "What?" he said, trying to stifle the panic in his voice. Amita took his hands in hers and let out a sigh. "Well, I noticed that I'm a week late…" Charlie's confused look showed that he wasn't following. "My period, I'm a week late on my period." "Oh…" said Charlie, "So?" Amita's smile widened, and her stomach tied up in knots. "So, I went to the drug store after we got here this morning and I picked up this." She then handed him the pregnancy stick, and his expression went from confusion to total shock. "You're… we're… I'm… I mean, are you sure?" Now she was glowing, "Yes! I'm positive, one hundred percent!"
Charlie's face turned up into one of the biggest smiles he'd ever beamed. "We're going to be parents? We're having a baby! A BABY!" He picked up Amita by the waist and swung her around, than put her down gently when he realized she'd turned green in the face. "Sorry sweetie." He said, still smiling. "That's alright, I'm just happy that you're ok with this." Charlie almost looked insulted, "Ok with this? I think it's the most wonderful thing that's ever happened to us!" They hugged for several minutes before becoming aware of their surrounding once again. "Oh my gosh! Charlie, you're going to be late for your lecture on cognitive emergence theory!" He took a stray strand of her hair and placed it behind her ear, "That can wait, but listen, how are we going to tell everyone?" "Hmm…" said Amita, "I'm not sure. Perhaps we should invite everyone over for dinner tonight, than we can surprise them all at once?" Charlie looked pleased, "Sounds great to me! Oh boy, Dad's gonna be so excited, he's been after Don and I for years about giving him some grandkids, now he'll get his wish!" Amita and Charlie embraced once more, than he gave her a quick kiss before heading out the door, practically skipping. "See you in a little while, and please, for Heaven's sake, try to eat something!" Amita chuckled, "I will, and don't go spilling the beans just yet. Remember, it's supposed to be a surprise!" "I won't" said Charlie as he left, feeling as though he'd just conquered the world.
Amita just stood there smiling, her heart never felt so warm and uplifted in her whole life! Tears formed in her eyes as she contemplated the miracle that was growing inside of her. Realizing that the love that she and Charlie shared had resulted in something so incredible just gave her goosebumps all over. Suddenly, the bell rang, and students began filling the empty seats in her room, one by one, until there was somewhere around twenty students with her. She turned to the blackboard and quickly tried to compose herself before facing her students again. She then went about her everyday tasks, and handed out the final exams before collapsing behind her desk, completely exhausted and feeling quite weak from lack of nutrition. "Ok everyone, get out your pencils and get ready for your finals. Remember, take your time and keep your eyes on your own paper. If you get stuck, just answer in the best way you can and move on. Alright, your time starts now. Go!"
As the students tried to perform the task set before them, focusing all their attention on the seemingly endless amount of questions before them, Amita took advantage of their concentration and quietly ate her tomato soup. After only consuming half of the bowl, she stopped, for fear that another bite might result in a very unpleasant scene in front of her students. She tried going back to grading papers, but found it useless, for her eyes just couldn't focus without making her head spin. Amita tilted her head back, hoping to relieve some of the pain. Wow, she told herself, this is going to be tougher than I thought.
