Author's notes: Come on, Tony and Angela never did anything easily and something or someone always got in their way. This is no different. I promise I won't drag it on to much longer.
Chapter 3
"So, how are you going to tell Dad?" They'd been sitting on this secret for two days, while they waited for her dad and Jonathon to get home. They were due home in an hour or so and the news of Angela's pregnancy was all they could talk about.
Angela shrugged, "I was just going to tell him."
Mona sighed. "Angela, dear, that's boring. This isn't the kind of thing you tell your husband every day, you have to make it special."
"Yeah, Mona's right. What if you never get this chance again? And all you tell dad is that you're pregnant?"
Angela shook her head. "I haven't had time or felt well enough to think of anything special." She was swamped with two campaigns for two clients who were two of the most demanding she'd ever worked with. The flu, or make that morning sickness as it seemed to be, was more of and all day sickness. She didn't remember it being nearly as bad during her pregnancy with Jonathon.
"You still have time," Mona reminded her.
"We'll help you. You still have over an hour before dad and Jonathon can get home. We can do a lot with that amount of time."
"Why can't I just tell him?" She asked again, not sure why the need for something elaborate and drawn out. She was excited. She almost couldn't wait to tell him. In fact, she'd almost slipped and told him the past two nights when he called to check in—she wasn't sure how much control over the words she'd have when she finally saw him again.
"This is a baby, Angela. You can't just tell him. You have to set the mood, set up something romantic and then tell him."
"Like they do in the movies," Sam nodded.
"This isn't a movie," Angela reminded them, "The way the last two days have gone, if I drag this out, I might not get to tell him until I'm giving birth." She was exaggerating, but it was true. Between her campaigns, her morning sickness, Tony's teaching schedule and equally demanding coaching position, if one thing went wrong in the next three days she wasn't going to have a chance to tell him in any special way-or before her doctors appointment.
"Don't be melodramatic, dear," Mona said, shaking her head.
"It's not melodramatic, Mother. How many times have Tony and I ever had anything go as planned the first time?"
Mona and Sam nodded, that was true. The path to true love had ever been easy for those two.
"How many times has something come between Tony and I even temporarily? I'd love to have a quiet dinner with Tony, sit curled up in each other's arms by the fire, as I tell him. But if I wait for that moment, it's never going to happen."
"Okay, so maybe you have a point," Sam conceded, all the stops, starts and missteps her parents had taken over the years playing in her head. "But still, just telling him is kind of…"
"Boring, dear. The word you're looking for is boring. But then, you and Tony have always been boring."
"Not that boring," Sam said with a teasing laugh, and a wink at Mona. "She is pregnant."
"Samantha!" Angela gasped through a shocked breathed.
"Oh please, Angela. The kids and I spent eight years waiting to find you and Tony in bed together after night of passion. A Let us have our fun!"
Sam laughed and stood up from the table. "However you tell him, he's going to be thrilled, " Sam reminded her as she leaned down to kiss Angela on the cheek. "Call me tomorrow?"
Angela nodded. "Goodnight sweetheart. Tell Hank I'm glad he's home safe."
"What could happen to him a puppet convention?" Mona mused.
"With him, who knows," Sam shrugged before heading out the door.
"Looks like you're not going to have to wait much longer," Mona said, motioning out the kitchen window.
Sam had barely cleared the driveway when they heard Tony and Jonathon pull up.
"Tony didn't think they'd be back for another hour when I talked to them this morning," Angela said, nervously. The traffic must have been better than the was expecting. It didn't really matter if they were home now or in an hour, she was still nervous. Once Tony knew, it was real. There was no denying it.
"If I were a different person, I'd leave you alone," Mona said, and Angela nodded, as she got up from the table.
"Don't ever change, Mother." She laughed, headed for the backdoor. She had it open before Jonathon and Tony were even out of the car.
"Easy, easy," Jonathon was saying, arm around Tony as he helped him slowly toward the door. Jonathon and Tony were mumbling something, as they made their way to the door. Obviously something had happened after she'd spoken to them earlier in the day.
"Oh, Tony, what happened?"
"Incident with some Poison Ivy," Tony blew out, as Angela closed the door behind them.
"We were playing catch this morning, and Tony fell…"
"I did not fall, Jonathon. It's called sliding to make a great catch. I just wasn't watching where I landed."
"Yeah, he slid end over end and rolled right through a foot of it," Jonathon was trying not laugh as the memory flashed before him.
Mona laughed from the table, obviously picturing something similar to what Jonathon was remembering. "Why didn't you have a video camera?"
"Mother!" Angela scolded, as she assisted Jonathon to get Tony into the house. "It's not funny."
Jonathon nodded. "It was at the time," He laughed.
"If I could…" Tony mumbled, and Jonathon shook his head at him.
"We need to get you some Calamine lotion…" Angela started, but Jonathon interrupted with a nod.
"We already got some. A whole back seat full," He told them, as they all helped Tony into a chair, easing him down slowly. "He's supposed take a bath in Oatmeal, use some Calamine and take a few Antihistamines, before bed," Jonathon told them, pulling a piece of paper from his pocket. "The guys at the drugstore wrote it all down. Since it's just on his arms and his chest, they said he shouldn't be in too much pain." He'd be the first one to tease Tony, and he had, but he was also the first one there, and he would be as long as Tony needed him. "There were some other campers nearby, who told Tony to jump in the stream and they had some rubbing alcohol." Jonathon shrugged. "I don't know if they know what they're talking about, but it seems like it could be worse."
Angela nodded, and Mona read the note over her shoulder. "Sounds like you two have a hot night of Oatmeal and lotion." She said it with a wink, and a if Tony would have been paying attention, he would have caught the innuendo in her voice.
Tony shook his head. "It's not too bad. Hopefully the itching will stop in the next few days."
"Where do we keep the oatmeal?" Angela asked, offering Tony a sweet smile. It was funny how a few minutes earlier, she'd been sure that she would take one look at Tony and the words would just fall from her mouth. And now she was going to have to draw an oatmeal bath and spend the rest of the night taking care of him. She touched a barely there palm to her stomach, and cast a soft smile toward her hand. Soon. Soon there would be no distractions. At least she hoped that would be the case.
With them you never could tell.
To be continued
