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Chapter 11
Molly drops her hands and stares at him. She wanted to tell him no. It would never work out; he's young and should find someone born in least the same decade as he is. Marriage was something to take very seriously and she didn't know if he had thought this out or was asking out of guilt. But while looking into his eyes Molly can suddenly see into his soul. A smile spreads across her face.
"Yes." One simple word for quite a powerful question. Carey lets out a polite and excited fit of laughter while in gulfing Molly into a hug. They continue hugging each other both quietly crying over the wonderful moment that had just happened. In both their minds nothing could ruin this, pure Heaven can't be destroyed. In the other the phone is heard ringing, quickly followed by Annie announcing that she had it. Neither of them thinks anything of it, after all Annie was a teenage girl with lots of friends.
"Soon as I I'm done with getting enough money saved up I'm going to get you a ring."
"How long had have you been planning this?"
"For about a month. I was planning on asking in some romantic atmosphere and not on your couch in a pair of jeans."
"But there very nice looking jeans. I don't care if you asked me here, the Effie tower or even laundry mat; my answer would still be yes. I'll be right back." Molly tells Carey while starting to stand up, he looks at her questionable but she just doesn't answer. Leaves the room and cabinets can be heard opening and closing. She returns with a small bottle and a few assortments of medical products in hand.
"Iodine to clean up your hand." She tells him while watching him moan. Whimper like a puppy he nervously stretch the arm with the injury out, bracing himself for the sting that's certainly to come.
Molly was happy of course over the event that had transpired but also scared out of her mind. Telling people her and Carey were seeing each other would be difficult enough. And now with the added bonus of the engagement and baby. She didn't even want to even start thinking on how to bring up the subject. Carey was an adult though, capable of making his own decisions. It seemed like everyday Molly would tell herself stuff such as that, but it never did any good.
"Stop!" She jumps up at Carey's scream, she had been so involved with her thoughts she failed to notice half the bottle was on Carey's hand. Just a tiny touch of that stuff hurts Molly couldn't imagine what that amount had to feel like.
"Oh I am sorry." Picking up a washcloth she whips away the excess liquid, it had spilled on to the coffee table and few drops were even on the ground. Carey begins to blow on the injury much like a small child would. With a broom in hand Annie walks into the room and starts cleaning up the glass particles. Carey and Molly look at each other neither understanding her sudden turn of her good and decent behavior.
"Thanks honey." Molly says with caution for some reason.
"Carey you're parents called, they're coming over." Annie informs them.
"What? When?" He receives his answer by the sound of the doorbell. The four of them have been in the same room nearly everyday with everything perfectly fine and normal. But tonight would surely be a whole different game. Molly walks over to the door to let them in as Carey jumps into the chair pretending like he had there the whole time.
"Hi guys! This quite a nice surprise." Molly says while showing them inside. Ned is holding a bag with Taco Bell marked on it.
"I hope you guys haven't eaten yet. Hey sweetheart." Said Irene whole surving the scene around here."
"Hi mom. Oh we had a little incident but everything is fine now." He tells her after noticing the wonderment in her and his father's eyes.
"If you'll excuse me I'll be right back." Molly mumbles while dashing out of the room. So much for not having any morning sickness, Carey chuckles nervously it just spilled out. His parents were too busy helping Annie finish cleaning up and his mother was examining his wounds.
As soon as she was safely inside on the small downstairs bathroom Molly started throwing up quite violently. Usually once it started it would pass quickly until the next episode which would be anywhere from an hour or four hours. Not this time, maybe she was jumping to conclusions or worrying about nothing, but Molly knew something was seriously wrong. She began to shake even though the room was quite hot and so was she. As a mother Molly knew that inner feelings and simple knowing are not to be ignored. What scared her the most was how suddenly it came on, one moment laughing and talking with friends, the next on her hands and knees praying for any kind of a miracle.
