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Cassandra
Spending time with my mom, Michelle, Kaitlyn and Samantha for a girls day out. We're at the mall and passing the food court. The past two weeks, Roman and I managed to find the perfect place for us to move into. It's a two story house, and though it's smaller than my mom's house and my dad's house, it's still perfect for us. It's in a quiet neighborhood and in a gated community. We had already starting packing up everything to start moving into the house and we were excited about it.
"That looks good." Michelle says as we pass by an Olive Garden restaurant.
It was smaller than the one that we usually went to and they had an advertisement for a new dish that they had. The smell from a nearby popcorn stand is what I couldn't take. One section had regular popcorn while the other had it flavored. Feeling the sensation rising in my throat, I found the sign indicating where the bathroom was and excused myself before I quickly made my way to the bathroom. About ten minutes later, I'm still in the bathroom, rinsing out my mouth as my mom comes into the bathroom. Seeing the look on her face, I knew she was concerned.
"I'm okay." I softly say as I try to steady my breathing.
"How long have you been sick?" She asks as she gently rubs my back.
Thinking for a moment, I look back at her. "About a week. It's been hard to keep a lot of things down. I throw it back up."
"What does Roman say?" She asks.
"To go to the doctor." I reply. "But what if it's just a bug?"
My mom looks at me and I can't tell what the look in her eyes mean. "Even when you don't eat anything?"
"Yes." I quietly say as I feel a lump in my throat. "I'll be okay, mama. It's probably just a bug. It'll go away."
Without saying anything, she kisses my forehead and walks back out with me. The girls asked if I was okay and I reassured them that I was. Later that day, I sat on the couch and heard the door. Looking away from the television, I see Roman come in and give me a smile. I returned the smile and walked up to him before we shared a hug and a kiss. I had packed up a bit more after I had gotten home but started feeling sick again, so I stopped after two boxes.
'How was your day?" He asks me.
"It was good." I say as he takes my hand and we sit on the couch. "I didn't buy much, just two pair of shorts. I wasn't up for a lot of physical activity today."
I curl up in his arms and rest my head on his chest. "Did you feel sick today?"
"Yes." I reply. "I got sick at the mall. My mom made sure I was okay afterwards. She had some crackers in her bag that she let me have."
"You sure it's just a bug?" He asks with concern in his voice.
I look up at him and my heart tugs with the look of worry in his eyes. "If it makes you feel better, I'll call for an appointment."
"I just want you to be okay." He softly says.
Tracing his lips with my fingers, he gently kisses them. "I love you."
"I love you, too." Roman says with a smile.
A few days later, I was with my mom even though my mind was elsewhere. We were going to meet for lunch and with as busy as I have been the last few days with having the last of everything packed up and moving the last of everything we were taking, into the house, I wanted a day to get some rest before starting back up again. Roman and I were hoping to have our house ready in time for the new school year, especially with football practice beginning soon.
"So how has everything been with the move?" Asked my mom. She wore jeans that reached her ankles, with sandles that showed the new nail polish that she had gotten on her toes, and a light, beige shirt with her long, blonde hair in a ponytail.
"It's been going good." I say, as I'm dressed in a long, blue sundress with my hair in a braid and sandles. "We finished up the kitchen, really fast, which surprised me because I thought we would finish the living room first. We just have to finish everything else."
"And you're getting new furniture or keeping the ones you already have?" She asks as the waitress comes over with our food.
We thank her before she leaves and begin to eat. "We're getting new furniture. New place, new things so to say. We got someone to come in this morning to help set up the television and the internet. That's one less thing we have to worry about. We're getting the stuff for our bedroom tomorrow morning, and the furniture for the living room tomorrow as well, if I'm not mistaken.
"What about you? Are you feeling better?" My mom says. I knew she would eventually ask, seeing as how she was concerned, the last time she saw me.
"I'm still feeling a bit sick." I tell her, not looking up. There was no point in trying to cover it up because she was always able tot ell when I wasn't being honest with her about something. "It was really bad this morning."
I saw her blue eyes look over at me as if she was expecting more. I played with my food and thought about what I was feeling.
"I'm late." I tell her softly.
"How late?" She asks, knowing what I had meant.
Checking the calendar again on my phone, for the hundredth time, I check the dates and the notes that I had made. "As of yesterday, I'm at least a month late."
"At least?" My mom asks.
"I was supposed to get it in June." I tell her. "Roman and I had just come back from our honeymoon and I was supposed to get it around that time. But it was barely anything. Then I missed July and so far it hasn't come in for this month and the school year is about to start. What if it's just stress? We were looking for a new place and then the last two weeks, we've been packing up everything and moving into the house."
My mom eats a fry and drinks some of her soda. "You should take a test."
"What, a pregnancy test?" I ask.
"Yes. Just to make sure." She replies.
"What if I'm nervous?" I whisper.
Her look softens up when she hears me. "About what?"
"About me being pregnant." I softly say.
"It's going to be okay if you are. You have us, Roman and his family. You also have your friends." My mom says as she grabs my hands in hers. "You should check, though."
I thought about what she had said and knew that she was right. That night, I'm in the kitchen of the new house and sitting on the counter. The floors were marble, and the counter tops, including the one I was sitting on, was granite. The stove, the oven and the refrigerator as well as the sink were stainless steel while the cabinets were of a dark wood. We had put our best plates and cups there. There was an island in the middle of the kitchen with granite counter and a few stools around it. There was a lamp hanging from the ceiling and stopped a few feet above the island.
In my hands, I held two boxes and both contained a pregnancy test. Though I've read the directions several times, I decided to wait until tomorrow morning to take it. Next week, Roman and I would have to head back to school along with the rest of the staff to prepare for the new school year. I was nervous about what the tests would say, but I started to get excited and looking forward to it if it did say that it's positive.
Roman
Finishing up with cooking breakfast, I had cleaned up a bit, thinking that Cassandra would be in the kitchen by now. Going out into the living room, I see the flat screen television still on the news, as I had left it and my wife no where to be found. She wasn't sitting or laying down on the grey, suede couch, and she wasn't coming down the stairs. Walking barefoot on the carpet, I pass a section of the wall that held some pictures that her and I had put up last night after dinner.
I walked up the stairs and go to our bedroom, passing two bedrooms and a bathroom before getting to the one that Cassandra and I shared. The door was open and the bed was neatly done. Carpets were on the floor and there was a flat screen television in our room that was smaller than the one we had in the living room. Our dresser was a mahogany color with a mirror and a matching bed set. There was a small rest at the foot of the bed. We had a small bedside table on each side of us and a closet big enough to make her happy.
"Cassandra?" I ask, hearing the water in the bathroom running.
Getting to the door of the bathroom that we had in our room, I saw my wife, standing over the sink as she tried to take deep breaths. She looks over at me and her green eyes shined with tears that were ready to fall.
"You know how I've been sick lately? And I thought it was a bug?" She asks.
"Yeah. What's wrong?" I asked, getting worried that it might be something more serious.
I see her reach over for something and when she faces me, I see two pregnancy tests in her hand. "Roman, I'm pregnant."
"You're pregnant?" I ask, and she hands me the tests. Taking it, I look and they both say 'positive'. "You're pregnant."
I take her in my arms and pick her up, hearing her let out a small squeal. She looks at me as she holds on to me tightly. "It makes sense, if you think about it. Being sick and I've been tired more than usual."
"For a moment there, I thought you being so tired was from me keeping you up almost all night all those times." I say with a smile.
"Roman." She says as her cheeks turn a shade of pink.
I chuckle as I put her down. "So what do we do now?"
"I have to make an appointment to confirm it and make sure everything is okay." She says. "After breakfast, I'm going to call to see if I can get one before we have to go back to work."
"You know, I'm happy about you being pregnant." I say as I cup her face with my hands.
Her face lights up and she gives me a smile. "You are?"
"Yeah." I reply. "A little you and me running around."
"I love you, Roman." Cassandra says.
I touch her nose with mine and mirror her smile. "I love you, too."
We share a kiss, and I keep her in my arms. I was looking forward to the future even more than ever as the news of my wife being pregnant, fills my heart with joy.
A/N: Now that the pregnancy test showed that Cassandra's pregnant, what do you think the gender will be? Are they relieved that they have gotten the house in time for the pregnancy? What do you think the doctor will say when they go for a confirmation of the pregnancy?
