A/N: Now going away from the movie for a while, but I will be going back to it.

Chapter Ten

We told the guys one by one. Tommy got pissed off that we didn't warn him. Nicky clapped Bobby on the back and congratulated him before giving me a hug. And Frankie, who had already been a little down, smiled softly and gave us both hugs and wished us well.

Now, just six months into the marriage, I stayed in the bathroom, hugging the toilet. There was soft knock on the door.

"Tyler?"

I lay on the floor, too scared to move. I didn't want another wave of nausea to sweep over me.

"Yeah?"

"Everything okay?" I could tell Bobby was concerned.

"I've been better." I answered.

"Do you want to go to the doctor?"

"Fuck doctors."

He sighed. "Tyler..."

"No."

"Don't make me make an appointment."

"Bobby..." I sat up slowly and slammed the toilet seat lid down. "I thought you loved me."

"I do. That's why I want you to go to the doctor."

I flushed the toilet and slowly stood, brushing my teeth a couple of times before opening the door and walking out. I went and gently got onto the bed.

"I will call the doctor." He lay down next to me and rubbed my side.

"Why...?" I moaned quietly. I tried to turn my wedding ring around on my finger, something I always do with my rings, but it was a little harder to do so. I moaned again and turned around slowly, burying my face in his chest. He rubbed my back lightly.

"Because. You've been sick like this for a while. I'm worried."

"I'm telling you... It has to be allergies."

"Allergies? Seriously?"

I looked up at him. "Well... Made sense to me."

"I think I should just take you to the doctor." He stroked my hair lightly and kissed my forehead.

!

The next day, I did as promised. I made an appointment the night before and now, at ten thirty, I was waiting for the doctor to come in. I hated doctors. I mean, I know they're there for our own good, but they just really got on my nerves.

"Mrs. Gaudio." The doctor walked in. I smiled politely, like I always did. "The tests we ran..." he cleared his throat. "One came back positive."

"Oh?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Congratulations." He smiled. "You're pregnant."

!

"Bobby!" I called, setting my purse down. "Bobby?"

"I'm in here." There were a few piano notes being played. I giggled quietly and walked into the room, covering his eyes.

"Hi." I kissed the top of his head.

"Hmm." He sat there for a moment. "I wonder who this could be."

"Guess."

"Can't be Tommy, the voice is too high. Can't be Nicky, the hands are too soft. Frankie?"

"Yeah, Bobby?" I tried to imitate Frankie's voice but failed.

"Frankie, since when did you have a country twang?" I laughed and uncovered his eyes and he looked up at me. "Hi."

"Hi." I grinned and kissed him quickly. After that I walked over to the bed and sat down.

"What did the doctor say?" he turned around.

"Do you really want to know?" I beamed.

"Of course."

"Maybe... I should just... Leave you in suspense." I walked over to him and sat next to him on the piano bench. I placed my hand on his thigh and kissed his cheek.

"Maybe not." He raised his eyebrows. I smiled softly.

"Life's a funny thing." I stood and walked over to the door. "It can grant you some of the best gifts when you're not expecting it." Bobby's eyebrow furrowed. "The little joys start off with a test." I grinned.

"Little joys...?"

I giggled, not being able to hold it in any longer. "I'm pregnant."

"What?" Bobby leapt up and hugged me, spinning me around a little. I hadn't seen this much joy in his eyes since the day I agreed to marry him. "You're serious?"

"I'm serious!" I stroked his hair. He kissed me before quickly pulling away and hurrying to the phone. "What're you doing?"

"I have to tell the guys!"

I smiled and shook my head.

!

It had been a while since I had seen Mary, and Lord had she changed.

The door swung open and there she stood, a bottle in her hand.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"I just... Wanted to come by, say hi."

"Hi."

"Can I come in?"

Mary stepped to the side and I walked inside, looking around. Francine sat at the dinner table, working on her homework. Toni was in the living room with Celia, watching the TV. I looked at Mary's hands. No wedding ring. "Can I ask your advice about something?" I ran a hand through my hair.

"What's up?"

"Well... I'm pregnant..."

She smiled softly. "Congratulations."

"Thank you." I smiled back. "Do you have any tips?"

"Well..." Mary set the bottle down and crossed her arms. "Don't drink. Don't smoke. I didn't smoke with any of the girls. After I had them, that was a different story, but while I was pregnant I didn't touch any cigarettes. Eat healthy, or else you'll balloon. Trust me, experience." I nodded.

"Anything else?"

"Be careful in the first few months. Be careful period, but especially then."

"Aunt Tyler!" Francine beamed and hurried over to me, hugging me around the waist.

"Hello, Fran." I smiled, ruffling her hair.

"Francine, did you finish your homework?"

The young girl shook her head. "Not yet. I just wanted to say hi to Aunt Tyler."

Mary fixed her daughter's hair. "Go on and finish your homework."

"Yes ma'am." Francine tightened the hug a little and then hurried over to the table once again.

"Is there anything else you need?"

"No, I just wanted a little advice."

Mary smiled softly and gave me a hug. "I'm really happy for you and Bobby. Really." She rubbed my back.

"Thank you." I smiled. Mary smelled terribly of alcohol and I pulled away not too long after. "Where's Frankie? I wanna tell him before Bobby does."

"He's on the phone with Bobby right now."

"Damn." I muttered and she laughed quietly. "Is everything okay with y'all?"

At this, Mary looked down. "No... We're getting a divorce."

"Shit, how're the kids taking it?"

"They'll be fine. They'll pull through." She said quietly.

"What about you?"

"I'll be fine." She nodded.

"You—hey. Look at me." I made her look up at me. "You call me if you need anything. Anything. Any time of day or night. I'm here for you."

I saw the tears in her eyes as she nodded. "Okay."

I hugged her again, rubbing her back.