Note to reader: I know I took forever to put this up! I don't expect a miracle and having all of my original readers back, and I'm so sorry. Truth is scratches back of head I forgot I had this story up here. I mean, it's on MCBC and on here and it kind of slipped my mind…

SO SORRY!

I came back as Susan's booming voice called my name repeatedly. My eyes opened in one fast motion and more people than I remembered that were in the room before were gathered around me.

"Whoa, you girl, what happened?" some weird guy with dreadlocks and a sleazy I-spoke-pot-all-day look asked me.

"I don't know," I answered kind of waving him away. I looked at Susan. "What happened?"

"You tell me. One minute you're setting up the canvases and the next you're on the ground, unconscious, looking dead. What is going on?"

I sighed. "Nothing. I'm just a little light-headed."

"Ok," she said reluctantly. "You go and sit down somewhere then. We'll talk later."

"But the canvases-" I began.

"I couldn't care less about the canvases. You go and get some rest. In fact, if you can go home..." her voice trailed off.

The people that surrounded me all started going back to chit chatting and discussing types and styles of paintings, paints, canvases, and anything to do with art.

"I can call David," I offered. "He'd jump at the at chance to see me."

"Well, all right. But don't bug him too much," Susan warned. The thought of bugging he president's sun must really terrorize her.

"Yeah, sure," I assured her.

I stood up slowly and hurried to a corner.

I dialed David's number.

"Yee-lloo!" he greeted.

"I had a pregnancy attack at Susan's," I quickly said.

"Wait, what?" David asked, sounding very alarmed.

"I fainted at Susan's. Can you pick me up. I don't think I can take a full day's work today. Please."

"Wow, Sam. Ohmigod. Yeah, sure, I'll bug the robots until they take me. Should be ten to fifteen minutes. You sit down and relax. Don't move."

"Yeah, yeah. Listen, thanks, Daryl," I thanked him.

I could hear him grin over the phone. "You're welcome, Sharona."

"Bye," I whispered.

"Bye bye." he said and hung up.

I went to sit down. I pulled out a banana from my purse and started eating it. I went into David's presidential limo. I kissed him as a greeting.

"You're welcome," he said.

"Hey. Oh, God. I feel terrible. Tired and lightheaded. Dude, I swear, I feel ready to barf," I whined.

The SS (that's what I call Secret Service) agent heard me. "Ma'am, if you need to throw up, please grab a hold of an air sickness bad located in the seat compartment. Try to do as little damage as possible to the car."

I gave them a wan smile. "Okay, sure, whatever you say."

He gave me an odd half smile.

"Where to, David?" the driver asked.

"Uh, the library, please," he requested.

The driver tipped his hat and got back to giving his full attention to driving.

When we got to the library, the SS agent, David, and I got off.

"Uh, dude, can you stay two shelves away from us?" David asked the SS man.

"Sure. But no funny business, David. Last week when you ditched me, I got into serious trouble. No monkey business, you hear?"

David just nodded and we both went in ahead of the SS agent. We sat down at a table. The SS guy stayed five tables away. Thank God.

"Sam, I'm worried about you. Who's this guy doing your prenatal and all"

"It's a woman doing all the prenatal stuff. Ad I'm not sure if I'm gonna stay with her. Lucy called our gyno yesterday and she said the best obi-gyn around was this one, so Lucy scheduled me with her."

"What's the doctor's name?" David asked.

"Doctor Smith. Very common name."

"Oh, okay." he sighed. "When will we tell the parents?"

"David, I don't know. I told you. I'm useless at this. My mom will end up yelling at me. My dad will be SO pissed. I don't even want to tell YOUR parents. They will kill me - and with you, I don't know what will happen."

"Oh, Sam, I'm scared, too." David confessed.

Oh great. How will we do this? God, help us!

"Let1s drop this," I suggested. "For now, we have to talk about what we'll name the baby."

"I was thinking Daryl or Sharona. You?"

"David..." I said. "Please. Not our white trash names. Be serious."

"Okay... uh, Luke or Leia. How about that?" he joked.

"No movies! Especially not Star Wars."

"Okay, you give some ideas," he challenged.

"Uh, how about Trinity?" I said, naming one of Lucy's numerous weird names.

"I like it," David said. "Baby Trinity. We can call her, if it's a girl, Trina. Or Trinny. Or Rinny. Or Trine."

"Be kidding me! It's like naming our child Fat Loser. No, not Trinity," I disagreed.

"You named it," he pointed out.

"As a joke," I scoffed.

"How about Samara?" he asked.

"Like in Ring Two?" I asked. "Definite no."

He sighed. "How about Chandra?"

"I like it" I screeched. "Chandra. That's a pretty name. How about Chandra Raine?"

"No, if it's a girl, it will be Chandra Rose," he said firmly.

"Chandra Rose. I like it. OKay, what if it's a boy?" I asked.

"Josh," David suggested.

"I love that name!" I agreed. "Josh Micheal."

David smiled. "It will either be Josh Micheal or Chandra Rose."

"Yeah. He or she will be so cute."

David remained quiet. He suddenly stood up and summoned be to do the same. I obediently stood up.

He hugged me. Then, in my ear, he whispered, "Sam, we're going to have a son or daughter of OURS soon. How cool is that?"