So, there is a little surprise at the end. If you paid attention throughout the story, then congratulations on figuring it out! Otherwise, thank you for reading this story! It was the hardest story I had ever written, and I hope you'll enjoy the final chapter! DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything related to "Meet the Robinsons," I only own Karena.
KARENA'S POV
June 6, 2044
This time, I woke up early enough to greet the family for breakfast. I turned around to look at my husband, who was sleeping peacefully with a small smile on his face. I thought about reflecting on what had happened the last week with my… weirdness. But I decided against it and gave my husband a kiss, waking him up. He opened his chocolate-colored eyes, and he placed his right hand on my cheek.
"Hey, you woke up in time! That hasn't happened in a while."
"I know, right? I'm happy that I actually woke up for breakfast with you and the family."
We pecked each other on our lips, and we got up to shower. Wilbur decided to shower first, and I decided to now reflect on my week. I overslept every single day of the week, missing breakfast every time, but my mother-in-law was nice enough to save me breakfast. I had acted strange as well. Along with sleeping in, I went to bed early. If things didn't go my way, I would start to bawl my eyes out, something I never did when that happened. I would also lash out at my husband if he annoyed me, only to cry seconds later. I was very convinced that I had come down with a fever because today, I felt like myself.
"Shower's yours, Karr," Wilbur said with a smile as he walked back in the room with a white t-shirt with a pizza logo on it and blue jeans. I took my turn in the shower, taking all the time I needed, but I was feeling very hot, so I took a cold shower. I decided to leave my hair wet and just put it all up in a braided bun. Lastly, I put on a pink dress with black polka-dots on it, and I put on a pair of black heels to match it. I met Wilbur back in our room, where I found him sitting on the couch.
"I don't know about you, but I'm starving," Wilbur said with a proud smile on his face.
"Me too, let's go."
We walked out of the room and into the living room, and we saw Lucille and Franny at the kitchen counter making coffee.
"Good morning, Wilbur and Karena!" Lucille greeted us enthusiastically.
"Take a seat, you two," Franny said, and we sat down. "How are you feeling today, Karena?"
"Much better, thank you for asking!" I answered enthusiastically. "So, what's for breakfast?"
"We've decided to make your favorite, Karena," Carl answered, walking into the kitchen with a smile on his face.
"Chocolate pancakes with Andes mints?"
"That's the one!" Lucille answered. "Wilbur told us about it, and since you haven't been feeling well lately, we'd thought we would help cheer you up."
"This is so sweet of you guys," I replied, tearing up.
"Are you alright, Karena?" Carl asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I've been a little emotional lately."
"Maybe your visitor is finally here," Franny suggested, and just as she said that, my stomach had a weird feeling, and a strong smell filled my nostrils.
"What's that smell?"
"It's coffee, dear," Lucille answered with a perplexed expression.
"Are you alright?" Wilbur asked with concern in his voice.
"I'm okay," I lied, now feeling the need to empty my stomach. "Excuse me."
I ran out of the kitchen and into the bathroom. I tried to take a few deep breaths to keep everything in my stomach, but I started to gag. I kneeled down in front of the toilet and emptied my stomach. I took a few more deep breaths before I heard a knock.
"Karena, it's Franny. Are you alright in there?"
I walked up to the door and opened it, letting Franny in.
"I'm okay now. I'm sorry about that."
"The smell of coffee made you nauseous?" Franny asked, and I could tell she had the same worry in her eyes that Wilbur had. I nodded my head, confused because I had thought my symptoms had cleared up. "How long have you been experiencing nausea?"
"Since the picnic," I answered, realizing that the picnic was a week ago.
"Have you had any other symptoms in the past? I know you've been sleeping a lot lately."
"It's true, I'm always tired, which is not like me." I started to cry. "Also, sometimes I'll have an appetite, but when I do eat, I throw it right back up. Other days, I'll have no appetite at all, and I still throw up."
"I think I know what's going on. But I have one more question for you: when did you last have your visitor? I know you mentioned it has been a while."
"I was supposed to get it two weeks ago!" I cried out. "I haven't had it since April!"
"I'll be right back," Franny said as she left the bathroom. Clearly something was going on that Franny knew about. Did Franny experience the same thing I did when she was my age? None of the things that were happening to me right now had ever happened before, and I have always known myself to be one of the healthiest women. After a few minutes of wondering what was wrong with me, Franny came back to the bathroom with something in her hands.
"Here, take this test," Franny said, giving the test to me. "Wait a few minutes, and then find me in the music room."
I did as Franny told me, and then I stood by the sink and stared at myself in the mirror. My eyes were red from crying, but there was also hope in my green eyes that the test was going to give me the answer I was looking for. I washed my hands, and then I took the test and walked out of the bathroom and to the music room to greet Franny again.
"Alright, let's see what we have here," Franny said, taking the test out of my hands with her right hand, and then she gasped and placed her left hand over her mouth. "Oh my gosh!"
"What? What is it?" I asked her, and she showed me my test: I saw two pink lines on the test. Then I realized what kind of test I took. "Franny, are you telling me—"
"Karena, you're going to have a baby!" Franny exclaimed with both a smile and tears in her eyes. My mouth hung open, and then I carried the same reaction my mother-in-law had, and I started crying again as we hugged each other tightly.
I'm pregnant, and I'm blessed.