I DO NOT OWN THE MOVIE THE PROPOSAL. THE CHARACTERS ARE NOT MINE. THE FOLLOWING IS STRICTLY FAN FICTION.

Note: I apologize for the all the grammer errors in Chapter One, and the ones that are potentially in this one, I don't really get the chance to read through them once they are written due to the fact that I have other fan fiction on the go that needs to be posted. Again, I'm sorry.

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"Margaret?" Grace called concerned as she headed into the washroom, only to find Margaret sitting next to the toilet, resting her head on the wall behind her as she took a few deep breaths whilst trying to calm herself. "Oh Margaret, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she said as Grace came and sat down next to her. Margaret put a hand to her stomach and moaned right before she leaned over the toilet to begin throwing up again. Grace rubbed her back and held back her hair as Grandma Annie ran a cloth over some cold water. She then placed the cloth on the back on Margaret's neck to make her feel better. Grace handed Margaret a tissue as she leaned back against the wall, so that she may use it to wipe off her face.

"It's not food poisoning, is it sweetie?" Grace asked as Margaret looked away.

"Go check the medical files, I got food poisoning from that place Andrew wanted to go. Go, go check."

"What I mean is, it's not only food poisoning," Grace looked at Grandma Annie and then back to Margaret who ran her hands through her hair and wouldn't look at her. "Well?"

"Come on Margaret, tell us," Grandma Annie said excitedly.

"Fine, fine. I am, happy?" Margaret then frowned and whispered under her breath, "I'm going to kill Andrew."

"Andy didn't tell us honey," Grace smiled. "We already knew."

"What? How?"

"Once you've been through it, you just sort of know," Grace giggled as she glanced at Grandma Annie who also had a glow of excitement, "so have you and Andy made any plans?"

"Plans?"

"You know, the baby's room," Grandma Annie asked.

Margaret sighed as she leaned of the toilet again as if to throw up. She heard Grace sigh as she pulled back Margaret's long hair and rubbed her back. Only, what Grace and Grandma Annie didn't know, was that Margaret wasn't about to be physically sick, she was about to be emotionally sick.

Margaret took deep breaths as she tried to figure out in her mind what she was supposed to do. What was she supposed to say to them? That she was considering having an abortion, and crush their happiness? This was exactly the reason why she didn't want them knowing; now she had to factor their feelings into her decision when all she wanted to base the outcome on was purely thoughts. She didn't want to look at them or even utter a word, what was she to do? She felt so guilty now; she was under the belief she felt guiltier than she did nauseous and she thought that was impossible.

God, as she felt like doing was crying, just getting up and leaving in tears. She wanted no one to follow her, she just wanted to be alone. Margaret shook her head, she shouldn't be thinking that way, she should be thinking logically and strategically. She was so exhausted she felt like doing nothing besides lying on the bathroom floor, closing her eyes and drifting into the world where her subconscious thoughts created leprechauns and strange deserts within the dream world of her mind. She frowned, that made absolutely no sense.

Margaret flushed the toilet as she stood at took the glass of water Grandma Annie held for her to take. She took a sip and spat it out, continuously repeating that until the sickening taste left her mouth. "I'm going to go lie down," she said as she left the bathroom.

"If you need anything, just call," Grace said as she and Grandma Annie left and headed back into the kitchen. She sighed as she looked at her son, "is everything alright with her? She doesn't seem herself."

"She's just tired and sick," Andrew replied, fighting back the desire to tell his mother about Margaret's debate whether to have the child or not. If his mother only spoke to Margaret for a few minutes, he was sure the whole idea of abortion would escape Margaret's mind. Perhaps if he dropped hints to his mother, she and Grandma Annie had always been particularly good at catching onto things. That way, he wasn't telling them so much as implying what was going on.

Honestly he just cared about Margaret. Sure, she was right to worry about the child's future, living with two parents with full time jobs, and she was definitely right to worry about the possibility of something happening to them and leaving the child orphaned. He agreed with those concerns completely and he also understood her concern about not having a desire to leave her position as the publishing company in order to go on maternity leave. She claimed to him that her main worry was about her job, but Andrew was not stupid, he clearly saw that the trauma she went through when her parents died was influencing her decision the most. It was perfectly normal to be worried about that, but every situation was different and those fears shouldn't cloud the vision of having a beautiful healthy baby and watching them grow up into a smart intelligent person in society. If she could just overcome that fear for a moment he was positive she would be overwhelmed by all the good reasons she should have the child and agree an abortion was not the right way to go.

"Andy, why didn't you tell us?" Grandma Annie asked.

"Tell us what?" his father questioned.

"That Margaret's pregnant."

"She's what?"

"Pregnant," Grace said, "Andrew, surely you knew."

"Yeah I knew."

"So why didn't you tell us?"

"We didn't want to say anything yet."

"Why? In case you lost the baby?" Joe asked. "Perfectly good reason, most miscarriages happen within the first trimester."

"Yeah, that's why," Andrew said as he looked at his mother.

He sighed, he didn't even gain the opportunity to give her a hint. She took one look at him and her bright cheerful smile suddenly became a frown as she stared at him. He could read it in her eyes, she knew. She knew exactly why he hadn't said anything. At first he feared she'd say something, but after a moment he realized, she would not utter a word. At least not to anyone besides Margaret.

"You okay Grace?" Joe asked as he noticed her stunned silence.

"I'm fine," she nodded as she stood, "you know what? I think I'm going to make Margaret a tea, it calms the stomach, hopefully it will rid her of her nausea."

"Want me to help Grace?" Grandma Annie asked.

"No, no it's okay. I'm fine making it on my own," she smiled, "you just start eating your dinner, I'll come join everyone in a bit."

Before she left she took one last glance at Andrew who shook his head. He didn't know what to expect or what the outcome would be, but he trusted her.

After Grace made the tea she carefully carried it down the hall and lightly tapped on the bedroom door before she entered, "Margaret?"

"Grace?" Margaret said as she lifted her head from the pillow to see who it was.

"Yeah, sorry to bother you, I brought you some tea, I thought it'd help."

"Oh thanks."

Grace sighed as she watched Margaret put her head back down on the pillow and roll onto her side. She put the tea cup down and sat on the bed next to her daughter-in-law. She shook her head, "Margaret, I'm just going to put this out there and ask, but are you thinking about getting an abortion?"

To be continued in Chapter Five...