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"Bret! Bret! Bret!" Lori screamed at the top of her lungs.

Rolling out of the bed, Bret ran towards the bathroom. "What wrong?" He opened the door to see Lori's head towering over the toilet.

"What the hell do you think is wrong," she said slamming the door in his face then turning to vomit again.

"Honey, what's going on?" Helen walked into the room still in night grown and rollers.

"She's throwing up mom. I don't know what to do." Bret rubbed his temples as Lori screaming his name rang in his ears.

"Go down and get a glass of milk and some saltine crackers."

Helen walked into the bathroom to see Lori draped over the sink. Mascara running, sweat dripping and hair frizzy, she turned to door and started to cry.

"It's alright, sweetheart," Helen said directing Lori to come to her for a hug.

"My chest is sore, I'm cramping, and I feel irritable," she said weeping on Helen's shoulder. "I screamed at Bret for no reason."

Helen reached back and cupped Lori's face with her hands, "He's a man. He'll get used to it."

When Bret walked into the room, she saw his mother and Lori on the bed laughing.

"Is it safe now?"

"Yes it is. Lori, let me know if you need anything else." As she walked out of the room, she smiled at her son.

"I brought you some crackers and milk." Bret said.

Lori smiled and put the food on the nightstand, "Thanks honey. I'm sorry about earlier. I'm just stressing out."

He nodded, "I understand. Now then, we have a doctor's appointment to get ready for."

"Wait, could you give me a back rub," Lori said winking at Bret.

Dressed in a white grown, Lori twiddled her thumbs as they both waited for the doctor to arrive. Her mind wondered from the good and bad of what the doctor would say.

"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Hart." Bret snickered at that comment. "My name is Dr. Powell and I'm very excited to be here for you two to bring a new born into the world. Now lets see how your baby is doing."

Once the equipment was set up, the couple looks at the screen to see a fuzzy picture. "It looks like your about 10 weeks pregnant. You can start to see the babies heart start to beat right here."

"Oh my god." Bret said.

"Yes, it's a beautiful thing." Dr. Powell said. "Now Lori, according to your medical history, there is a blood pressure issue."

Lori just nodded not being able to take her eyes off the screen. "Yes, my father died from a heart attack."

"Would that be a problem for the baby? Bret asked.

"It can be. I suggest that Lori watch what she eats and try not to stay calm at all time. In a few visit if things start to worsen we will deal with it accordingly. Ill set your next appointment in 5 weeks, you'll be in your second trimester by then"

Two hours and five houses later, Lori and Bret saw a winner in a condo not far from the Hart House. Two bedrooms and bathrooms, fireplace and beautiful kitchen, "Can we get it! Can we get it!" Lori whined as 5-year-old.

Bret groaned, "Alright…."

"Yes! I adore you seriously. And it's furnitured, can we just take a nap here?"

Bret kissed her gently, "I have to be at the airport in two hours."

She pouted, "I don't think I'm going to like this wrestling business thing."