(This is my first fanfiction, so bear with me. Please leave comments.)
Chapter 1: Ethel woke up at 9:23 AM on Saturday morning with a stomach ache. She felt lethargic. However, she got dressed and told herself, "You'll be alright once you get moving." She made Fred some eggs with bacon, then made some for herself. Then, she started cleaning the house. She still wasn't feeling optimal. Lucy came down.
"Hey, girl."
"Hi, Lucy," Ethel moaned.
"What's the matter?" Lucy asked.
"Nothing, it's just that I am really tired and my stomach hurts."
"Oh, I felt like that when I was expecting Little Ricky."
"Oh, Lucy, you're not saying I'm..."
"You could be. Remember when..."
"Yep, yep, I remember. But why would I want to make love to fat old Freddy Mertz?"
"I don't know. You probably were and just don't remember it, you know?"
"Oh yeah, I think a couple weeks ago we did... it."
"Yeah! Want me to call your doctor?"
"Lucy?"
"Yeah, Ethel?"
"I don't have a, um... lady doctor..."
"Oh, no problem. You can use mine. It will be my treat."
"Oh, Lucy, thanks a million! Don't tell a single soul, now."
"Promise."