Chapter Fourteen

Back in Hawaii, Mary Ann waited in the waiting room. She had her legs crossed while she read a magazine. She had been waiting for about fifteen minutes at this point and her patience was beginning to wear thin. She hated doctor's offices. She hated doctors. She hated anything and everything to be associated with them. The doctors were always nice (except for her gynecologist back in Kansas; she always seemed a bit rude) but they never told you what you really wanted to hear.

"Ms. Rucker." She heard. Mary Ann's head snapped up. "You can head on back there."

"Thank you." Mary Ann set the magazine down and walked back to where the rooms were. The nurse behind her walked over to a room that was open.

"You can go and wait in here." She said. Mary Ann hopped up onto the bench that had a slight softness but was covered by a strip of paper that was attached to a roll. "So what's been going on with you exactly?"

"I think I've got a stomach bug or something. I don't know what it is." Mary Ann shrugged, leaning on the wall. She felt weak. She had been too scared to eat anything lately so she mainly just ate soup and things that were light on her stomach.

"Mmhmm. Okay. Any fever?"

"No, no fever." Her stomach growled quietly and she placed her hand on it. She looked at it and sucked it in the best she could, but that didn't exactly work. She reminded herself to go shopping for some new clothing soon.

"Okay." The nurse said again. "Well, I'm just gonna go and give this to the doctor. He should be in here shortly."

"Alright. Thank you." Mary Ann smiled softly. She shut her eyes as the nurse left. The door shut quietly and her eyes opened slowly. Her mind wandered with over half a dozen thoughts crossing into her head. Could it be a virus? Could it be something else? Could it...? No, she thought to herself. The doctors all said that it was almost impossible. There was a slight chance it could happen, about a ten percent chance, but to not get her hopes up. It would more than likely not happen.

A soft knock was heard on the door before it opened. The doctor, a man in his fifties, walked in. He had a nice enough demeanor about him, but his character wouldn't be determined to the Kansas farm girl until later.

"Ms. Rucker?"

"Yes sir."

"I'm Doctor Nichols. I understand that you believe you have a stomach bug."

"Yes." Mary Ann sat up straight.

"Could you explain to me why?"

They're all the same. "Well, I've been getting sick. A lot. I've had to carry around a toothbrush and toothpaste in my purse. But the weird thing is, is that I've been really hungry at random times. Mainly at night though."

"Uh huh..." a smirk seemed to cross the doctor's face. He knew exactly what was going on, but he wanted Mary Ann to finish before he said anything. Mary Ann stopped.

"What?"

"No reason. Continue."

"I've also been moody. Scared my boyfriend half to death the other night."

"What happened?" Now, Doctor Nichols was intrigued. He had to hear this story.

"I was cooking dinner and he came up to try and sneak some of the spinach that I put in the bowl, since I finished cooking it, and I yelled at him. I think I overreacted and I apologized for it later. But for about forty five minutes he sat on the couch, pouting. You know that look that a kid gets after you spank them?"

"Yes." The doctor chuckled.

"It was like that."

"Ms. Rucker, I would like you to do me a favor."

"What is it?"

"All I'm going to have to do is run some tests." He picked up a small cup and handed it to her with the lid. "Take it to the bathroom. When you finish, leave it with the nurse. I'll call you and let you know when the test is done."

"Okay..." Mary Ann slowly got down and, with the cup and lid in hand, walked out of the room and to the bathroom. "Jesus," she muttered to herself. "I came here to check on a stomach bug, not pee in a damn cup."

...

The farm girl kept her eyes shut as she relaxed on the couch. She had her hands around her stomach. She opened her eyes again and stared at the ceiling. She had left the office hours ago and she was home now. She wore a new shirt she had bought-a large-and seriously hated it. She didn't know what was wrong with her. Either she was sick with some weird, unknown disease that made you sick but extremely hungry and gain weight at the same time, or she was...well...the second option was impossible. Mary Ann had been told that multiple times.

"Still waiting by that phone, huh?" Jonas said as he walked in from outside. Mary Ann looked at him.

"Yeah." She sat up a little more. "It's been hours. If I'm sick, I need to know now. Like, now."

"I understand. I'm the same way when it comes to tests." He leaned against the wall, took his hat off, and ran his fingers in his hair before putting the hat back onto his head. Mary Ann giggled.

"I love how you still wear that hat."

"Well I am the skipper." The sea captain crossed his arms. Mary Ann laughed quietly.

"Where's Gilligan?"

"Hiding. He still thinks you'll yell at him again."

"Oh..." Mary Ann sighed. "I feel so bad about that. I shouldn't have yelled at him. You know how much he loves spinach."

"He'd live on it if he could."

The farm girl laughed. "Yeah. That and my pies."

The phone rang, startling both of them. Mary Ann's eyes widened as she and the Skipper looked at each other.

"Aren't you going to answer it?" the Skipper asked.

"Right." Mary Ann stood, walked over to the phone, and picked it up. "Hello? Yes, this is she. You do? Good." She covered the speaker. "They've got the tests in." she said to Jonas. His eyes widened with interest. Mary Ann uncovered the speaker once again. "What did they say?" she waited for the answer. It seemed as if everything went slowly as they told her. "What?"

...

Mary Ann walked to the door of the bedroom and knocked on it softly. "Gilligan, it's me." She had a little case of déjà vu, and giggled at the thought.

"Who's me?" Gilligan's voice came from the other side.

"Mary Ann. Your girlfriend."

"Say something Mary Ann would say."

"Gilligan. If you don't open this door, you won't get another pie." The brunette crossed her arms. The door opened quickly.

"Hi Mary Ann."

"Hello, Willy." She smirked and kissed his cheek. "Sit down; I've got something to tell you."

"I can't stand?"

"Well... I think it'd be better for you if you sat."

"Okay." Gilligan sat onto the bed and messed with the hole on the knee of his jeans.

"As you know, I went to the doctor today..." Mary Ann wringed her hands together, trying to hide a smile.

"Oh yeah! What happened?" the thought of Mary Ann yelling at him again went out the window as Gilligan looked at her. She seemed to have a certain glow about her, but he couldn't place it. Her skin seemed to radiate more, as did her hair. Her eyes were more vibrant than ever. He didn't exactly know what caused this, but he loved it.

"Well, they did a urine test..."

"Yuck..." the first mate crinkled his nose up. Well that's a little gross... he thought.

"And..." Mary Ann started giggling again and a grin went across her face. Gilligan furrowed his eyebrows. Was she on laughing gas or something? "And I'm..." she kept giggling. Gilligan stood.

"You're what?" he gently took her shoulders. Her chocolate brown eyes met his kaleidoscope blue.

"Gilligan, brace yourself."

"I'm braced. I think."

Mary Ann took in a deep breath, shut her eyes, exhaled and reopened them, looking back into his vibrant eyes. "Gilligan... I'm pregnant."

"Pregnant?" Gilligan's voice cracked.

"Pregnant."

"Pregnant. Pregnant as in..."

"Pregnant as in we're having a baby."

"We're having a baby?" his voice cracked again.

"Well, yes, Gilligan, that's what pregnant means."

"When? Where is it?" he looked around. Mary Ann lightly hit the top of his head.

"C'mon, you're smart. The baby's inside me."

"..."

"I'm three months. I'm about to enter my second trimester."

"...Oh..." Gilligan forced out. The shock seemed to have finally set in.

"Which means we'll have a baby in six months."

"Six months?" his voice cracked a third time.

"Yeah." Mary Ann grinned. She turned, counting things on her fingers. "Now, we're going to need a crib, clothes...um..." she tapped her chin with her finger. "A highchair—"

She was cut off by a thud on the floor. Quickly, she spun around on her heels.

Gilligan had fainted. Mary Ann shook her head.

"Oh, Gilligan..." she muttered.