Ring-ring! Ring-ring!

THUD!

Still caught in the bed sheets and only partially awake, Cory had rolled off the bed and onto the floor, straining his sleepy, yet startled eyes to see the alarm clock. Oddly enough, the digital numbers signaled that it was only 8:03 in the morning.

"That can't be them—" Cory said, his eyebrows contracted into a confused expression as he reached for the phone anyways. "It's barely eight o' clock—hello?"

Topanga, who was now wide awake and struggling to slow her pounding heart, crawled towards Cory's side of the bed and tried to listen over his shoulder as he sat on the floor, frozen while listening to the caller's voice.

Following a few moments of tense waiting, Cory nodded as he smiled. "Okay, will do. Thanks, bye."

"Who was that?" Topanga said, her tone rising in panicky anticipation.

"It was the doctor's office—" Cory said, unwinding himself from the sheets as he got up from the floor. "But, they were just asking us to come pick up the test results."

"When?"

"Whenever we're ready."

Topanga smiled up at Cory, scooting over as he took his spot back on the bed. "Did they tell you anything else, maybe?"

"No, nothing else." Cory said, grinning back at his wife's antsy behavior. "When do you wanna go?"

"As soon as possible." Topanga said, giving Cory a quick kiss before tossing the bedcovers off and rushing around to get ready.

"So, I guess we're actually excited now, aren't we?" Cory said, watching his wife begin quickly running a comb through her fuzzy bedhead.

Turning around to give Cory a sidelong smile, Topanga responded, "Yes, we are."

"I don't know if this is good, or bad, but I'm starting to forget what our lives were previously like before this weekend went berserk."

"I think it'll be a good thing." Topanga said softly, grinning at Cory as he came into the bathroom and stood beside her.

As they looked into the mirror, seeing the two of them standing side by side, they realized how little time could possibly be left for their family to look like that. Soon enough, they could have a baby joining their group of two, a child they had both played apart in forming, someone who they would lovingly glance down at as they softly cradled him—or her—in their arms.

Wrapping their arms around each other as they glanced into the mirror, they couldn't have smiled any bigger than they were at that moment.