Darcy was pregnant. She knew it. She had taken about ten tests just to be sure.
It wasn't that Herself and Steve didn't want a baby, they just weren't really trying for one. And she was preganant and she didn't really know what to do.
"Jane?"
"Yeah?"
"It's positive. I'm going to be a mom. Steve's going to be a dad. What if I'm a sucky mom? My own mom wasn't that great after dad died."
"Darcy, you are the most mothering person I know. You will be a great mother! Do you want me to call Steve?"
"Yeah." Darcy replied.
They had only gotten married a year ago, and she didn't think that a baby would be in the picture so soon.
"Darcy wants you to come back home." Jane stated on the could imagine Steve demanding what was wrong with her, and if she was okay.
"She's fine actually. She just has some news she'd like to tell you in person. Yes. I promise she's okay. Alright. Okay. Bye."
Jane re-entered the bathroom.
"He'll be here in a couple of minutes Darce." Jane slid down the bathroom wall to sit next to Darcy, and looked down at her stomach.
"My little jellybean is in there." Said Darcy after a couple minutes of silence.
Footsteps came down the hallway, and in cane Steve, still in his Cap suit, fresh from a debrief, looking worriedly at his wife.
"I'm Pregnant." Darcy said bluntly.
Steve looked taken aback.
"I'm going to go now..." Jane said awkwardly, slipping past Steve who was still frozen.
Darcy was a little worried. Did he not want kids?
"Are you serious?" He said sounding hopeful.
"Well I'm hoping those ten pregnancy tests I took weren't lying." Darcy said sarcastically.
She was then swept suddenly into Steve's chest.
"We're going to be parents!" He whispered to her.
Fears be damned. This was her family, her husband and a baby on the way.
She was going to be a damn good mom.