CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
That same afternoon, Tracy met Monica in the den.
Tracy spoke rudely, "What do YOU want? I do NOT appreciate being summoned."
"A little rude, aren't we, Trace?" she paused. "Not that I'm surprised."
"It's the hormones," Tracy insisted.
"No. No. I think it's just you," her sister-in-law retorted.
"Ha. That's funny. Seriously, Monica, what do you want?"
Monica swallowed, "I think it's time that the family finds out about your ahem…secret."
"Hahaha. I don't think so."
"How long you do think those ridiculous jackets are going to work? You are almost 4 months along. You CAN tell."
"Gee, thanks Monica."
Monica bit her lip. "I am trying to help you believe it or not."
"Hmm…let's see. I'll choose 'not.'"
Monica said, "Who covered for you all those mornings you spent hurled over the toilet?"
"Oh please. Do NOT remind me"
"I had to give up my daytime hours. I worked the graveyard shift for WEEKS. And not only that, but—"
Tracy interrupted, as she replied slightly innocently, "Oh…Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?"
"Some gratitude would be nice."
Tracy responded, "Did you forget who you were talking to?"
"Apparently. Tracy, listen to me. The family is going to find out sooner or later."
"Yes, that's true, but here's an idea. Let's not rush it," she whispered sharply.
Monica took a deep breath. "Someone else in the family may already know."
Tracy became angry, "Monica, who did you tell?"
"I didn't tell anyone. It's Alan."
"My brother knows I'm pregnant?"
Monica nodded. "And soon everyone else is going to find out. That's why you need to tell the rest of them as soon as possible."
"Monica, I can't."
"If you don't tell them, then I will," she warned.
"You wouldn't," Tracy gasped.
"I would. You have until tomorrow to make up your mind. Now excuse me. I need to get back to GH."
Monica left Tracy alone. Monica's not going to tell. She's not. Will she? No, she won't. Damnit. I…Alan…How does he know? She looked down at her abdomen area. I'm not THAT big. Am I?
PREVIEW: Alan's drastic decision angers Tracy.
