Rochester stared blankly at the test, "I really didn't think it would be positive. What should we do?" she asked, feeling her knees buckle in the shower.
Tallahassee shook his head, "I don't know, babe. We certainly can't raise a kid in this world unless we find somewhere that's safe. This is so tough cuz I wanna be happy about it," he revealed.
Rochester stepped out of the shower and wrapped up in a towel so she could sit down on the edge of the tub, "You do?"
He nodded in response, "Of course I do. I mean, babe, I love you and there's nothing more that I want in the world than to expand our little zombie fighting family but I just can't wrap my head around it. Let's just keep it between us for now, deal?"
"Deal," she agreed as she took a deep breath, "If we could stock up on enough food and find somewhere we could secure, I think we'd be safe," she admitted.
Tallahassee shook his head, "I'm not worried about it now. I'm gonna shower. Do you think you can figure out dinner for us? No one's had a good meal in days."
Rochester simply nodded, as she threw her dirty clothes back on and left the bathroom without another word.
She made her way into the kitchen and found some dried pasta and an some ingredients for sauce. "I'm making spaghetti," she shouted to the group who was now gathered in the living room.
Rochester was calmed by cooking as she used a match to light the stove and threw together her little meal.
"Dinner ready?" Tallahassee asked as he entered the kitchen, wrapping his arms around her from behind.
Rochester nodded, "Just a few more minutes. You know we could just stay here. There's lots of food," she suggested.
He shook his head, "I told you we weren't gonna talk about that anymore tonight," he said quietly placing a gentle kiss on the side of her neck.
She pulled away from him, "Careful, that's how we got into this mess. Dinner time!" she shouted to avoid anymore talk.
