There was a knock at the door and Chantel had her bedroom door open enough to hear it. The rest of her family was out on a weekend trip, so she was alone. She hopped down the stairs and opened the front door. She opened it and smiled, seeing Chris.
"Chantel, you're alright. I was worried I…"
"Chris, I need to talk to you," she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him into the house, into the kitchen, he shut the door behind him.
The two of them sat next to each other and she opened his hand, the back of his hand on the table. She began to trace the lines on his hand and avoided eye contact. Chris took his free hand, grabbed her chin and moved her head to look at him. He pecked her lips and pulled away, holding both of her hands.
"What is it Chantel?"
She gulped and took in a deep breath, a slight smile on her face, finally getting the courage to say, "I'm pregnant."
It took a moment for her words to sink in and he instantly beamed with joy. He stood up, pulling her with him, then grabbed her hips and spun her around. He slowly brought her down, kissing her softly. They stood there for a few minutes and finally pulled away. He pulled her into a hug and stroked her hair.
"If that's the case, we may just want to move the date up so you don't have to choose a different dress. I love you." He kissed the top of her head and smiled. "How does two weeks sound?"
Chantel looked up at him and bit her lip. Two weeks? That's not enough time to decide. But I can't tell him why. Oh man. "Two weeks is great."
Chris smiled and kissed her cheek. "Come on. We need to go get the invitations done. There's so much left to do in two weeks. You like the park right? Why don't we have the ceremony there?" He pulled her along with him to his car and they headed out.
Chantel soon became buried in last minute wedding things and hadn't gone to see Jareth in a week. All though the week Chris did little romantic things here and there that made her smile. One day he put a little box in with her wedding paperwork and inside it was a fortune cookie whose fortune said "I love Chantel" then had their wedding date on it. He would bring flowers and chocolates and write her little notes. She really felt the intense pressure on her, especially when she would have to make emergency runs to the bathroom because of a certain someone in her stomach. She had begun to wear her hair up all the time, though it made her sad not to have her straight brown hair flow down her shoulders and back freely.
She finally was able to relax a bit at the end of the day. She had taken a soothing bath and climbed into her plaid pajamas and a dark grey t-shirt before climbing into bed. She rubbed her forehead when it started to pour outside. Lightning and thunder made the earth tremble from its power. The window started to rattle and she sat up, looking at it. Suddenly, there was a while owl at the window and before she knew it, the window opened and the owl flew across the room to her side. She closed her eyes, afraid it was going to attack her. When nothing happened, she opened her eyes slowly and there stood Jareth. She smiled and grabbed his hand.
"I had begun to miss you and I know how busy you have been, so I came to visit you," Jareth said, pulling her hand to his lips, kissing her hand. He sat on the bed next to her, facing her.
"We're getting married in one week. I still have no idea what to do. I need more time. I…"
He raised a hand to her cheek and used his thumb to stroke it. "You will know. Don't worry."
He moved into the bed next to her, sitting up. He pulled her close to him and she laid her head in his lap, exhausted. He ran his fingers though her ponytail, wishing her hair was down, but knew the reasons why it was up. She sighed and just before she fell asleep, asked him a question.
"What would you want to name the child if it's yours?"
Jareth smiled and gently rubbed her back, "Jareth for a boy. If it's a girl, I would call her Sara."