Nicole and Dwayne had been married for six months. They were both the happiest they'd ever been. They were still trying to have a baby with no luck yet. Dwayne had been away for two months. He was filming a movie. Nicole had been sick with the flu for two weeks. Since it was flu season she couldn't get an appointment until tomorrow. She was laying on the couch. The phone rang.
"Hello?" She said.
"Hi Nicole." Dwayne said.
"Hey."
"How are you feeling?"
"Like shit."
"Aw, my poor baby." "Did you get into the doctor yet?"
"I go tomorrow."
"Good." "I'm sure she'll give you some kind of medicine."
"I hope." "I feel like I'm gonna die."
"I miss you."
"I miss you to." "I'm kind of glad you're not here though." "I don't want you to get sick to."
"If it means getting to see you I'll risk it."
"I hope I'm better by next week."
"Me to."
"It's great that you're gonna be home for Valentine's Day."
"Yeah." "Maybe that'll be the night you finally get pregnant."
"Maybe."
"I'm sure as long as you get some rest, you'll be fine by the time I come home."
"After the doctor I'm stopping by the office tomorrow but after that I'm resting."
"Why are you stopping by the office?"
"I have to get some work done."
"Nicole, you're sick." "You need rest."
"I also have a business to run and deadlines to meet."
"Your health's more important."
"If I don't meet my deadlines, I could lose my clients."
"So?"
"So, if I lose clients I lose my business."
"You're not gonna lose your business you're one of the most famous designers in the world."
"It's just for a few hours."
"I just worry about you."
"I know."
"Let me know what the doctor says tomorrow."
"I will."
"Feel better."
"I'll try."
"I love you."
"I love you to."
"Bye."
"Bye."
The next day Nicole was in the waiting room. A nurse came out.
"Mrs. Johnson?"
"Yes." She said standing up.
"Follow me."
They went back to the examination room. About ten minutes later the doctor showed up.
"Hello Mrs. Johnson." "Oh Nicole."
"Hi doctor Taylor."
"Did you get married or something?"
"Yes I did." "Six months ago."
"Congratulations." "So, what's the problem?"
"I have the flu and can't get rid of it."
"How long has this been going on?"
"About two weeks."
"I see." "Are you menstruating right now?"
"No ever since I stopped taking my pill my periods have become irregular."
Why did you stop taking your birth control?"
"My husband and I want a baby."
"Oh."
A week later Dwayne came home. It was Valentine's Day. They were sitting in front of the fireplace. Nicole had champagne in her glass but she wasn't drinking it.
"How come you're not drinking your champagne?" Dwayne asked.
"I just don't feel like drinking."
"This is a special occasion."
"You don't know how special."
"What?"
"I have a Valentine's Day present for you."
"Where is it?" She took his hand and put it on her stomach.
"I'm not sick." She said smiling. "I'm pregnant Dwayne."
"Really?" He asked smiling.
"Really."
"Oh my god." They hugged. "How far along?"
"Nine weeks."
"This is great." They kissed. "We're gonna be a family."
"Yep."
"I love you."
"I love you to."