Iris looked in the
mirror, and hated the way she looked. She frowned, and tried to smooth down the
ridges of her dress. There was a knock on the door, and she pulled on a
hat. She walked to the door, and opened it.
"Hi," she groaned. Ringo looked at her.
"Why are you groaning?" He asked, "You look great!" She looked at him, and
frowned.
"It's not that!" She said quietly, "Um, Actually, I, let's just go!" She said. Ringo shrugged, and took her hand. As they walked down the road they stopped to eat. After she ate some bread, they paid, and left. As she walked down the road, and felt nausea come over her. She threw up on the pavement.
"Are you Ok?!" He asked as she stood up.
"Richie, I'm pregnant!" She frowned. He smiled, and looked at her.
"Why are you frowning?" He pulled her into his arms, "You are pregnant!" He laughed,
"I'm gonna be a dad! You're gonna be a mum! We're gonna have a baby!"
He laughed, and wiped away one of her tears. She looked at him, and smiled
weakly. He smiled, and kissed her cheek. Ringo loved Iris, and that's all that
mattered.
"Richie!" John called. Ringo came in the living room, and looked at John.
"What?" He shrugged.
"Well, you see, I've met a girl, and I'm going out for the evening." John crossed his arms over his chest, "So, I need you to watch the other 2, you know! Make sure they don't get into my stuff, but in on my fun! Leave me alone the entire night! Who knows how well it might go!" John said.
"I can't!" Was Ringo's return.
"Why not?" He asked. Ringo rubbed his neck.
"Well, see, Iris...She needs me! Yeah, she's kinda pregnant..." John slapped Ringo's
arm.
"You dog!" John laughed, "When'd you find out?"
"Not long ago" Ringo said as he grabbed his coat off the rack. Ringo walked out
the door, and got a taxi to take him to Iris's flat. He pulled the key out of
the mailbox, and unlocked the door. Then he heard it. The sound of Iris
throwing up in the bathroom. He shuddered at the sound of discomfort. He snuck
into the bathroom, and looked at her. She looked at him, and began crying.
"I'm sorry you had to see that!" She cried. Ringo walked up to her, and wrapped his
arms around her
"My parents are coming for lunch." She stated. Ringo sighed.
Iris welcomed her
parents in her flat, as Ringo helped finish the table. She had made potato
soup, and ham sandwiches. They all sat down, Ringo at one end, and Mr. Varick
at the other. In between them, and across from each other were Iris, and her
mother Christina. As they ate neither of her parents suspected anything. Then
she felt it. The soup, it wasn't staying down. She quietly excused herself, and
went to the bathroom. They heard Iris in the bathroom, and they all lost their
appetite rather quickly. As she returned Varick looked at Ringo.
"So, is there anything you two want to tell me?" He looked at her and got up, "I'm going for a walk."
He went to the door, grabbed his coat. Iris looked at him as he left, and
turned to her mother who just shrugged. She knew how her father would react,
but it was just too much not to be helped by anyone. She knew it wasn't good
what she did, but it was too emotional. Iris tan to her room, and shut the door quietly. She looked down, and realized what she had done. Ringo walked in and wrapped his arms around her. She shook her head.
"My dad is gonna kill me, and you!" She said. He shrugged.
"Too bad! I was gonna have a great life! And my soup will get cold!" He chucked, an went to kiss her when they heard the door slam shut.
