Alison sat on the couch in Lucy's house, holding the three pregnancy tests in her hands. She stared at the positive signs in a daze.
"Ok....so I'm pregnant. I'm pregnant with an angel's baby. I'm pregnant with Rafe's baby," Alison repeated to herself almost as affirmation statements as she adjusted to the idea. "Oh God, Rafe," she sighed as she looked up toward the ceiling, "Are you there? Do you know what's going on?... Ha! And I thought you said this was definitely NOT possible!" Alison scoffed. "Ok, so this is what I wanted...this is what we wanted.... So why do I feel so completely lost?"
"Jamal! Hey, how are you?"
"Oh, hey Livvie," said Jamal, staring at his drink as if her were in some kind of a trance.
"Jamal? Hello! Earth to Jamal! What's going on with you?"
"Oh...sorry. Nothing, nothing...I'm good...it's just... I just ran into Ali...literally."
"Oh, yeah? How's she doing. She wasn't feeling too great earlier. I mean, I know she's been down since, well...ya know, since Rafe...left."
"Livvie... she was running out of the pharmacy and she just ran completely into me, and her bags went flying, so I just leaned down to help her pick stuff up, and..."
"And what? What Jamal?! What has got you looking so completely baffled?"
"Ok, so tomorrow at nine a.m. Thanks so much for squeezing me in, Colleen. I know it took some string-pulling, but I really appreciate it....Ok, so I'll be there tomorrow. Talk to you soon...ok, bye."
Alison hung up the phone. She had just made an appointment to see the OB/GYN at General Hospital, thinking that she should definitely get a professional opinion. She still hadn't completely come to terms with the recent news, but she was beginning to adjust to the idea. Just as she sprawled herself out on the couch, almost smiling at the idea of being a mom, the door swung open.
"Livvie!" Alison said startled by the sudden intrusion. "Uh...umm...what are you doing here?"
"Oh, I don't know, Alison... Maybe I'm here because I just found out that my best friend thinks she's pregnant and didn't bother to tell me! Stress! 'No Livvie, I can't be pregnant. It's just stress'!" said Livvie mockingly.
"Oh...ha...yeah...sorry 'bout that. It's just...it's just that, well, I just found out myself and I'm still kinda in sho-....wait a minute... how did YOU know I was pregnant??"
"I just ran into Jamal...I hear you had a little run in with him yourself....so... the tests turned out positive then?...so, you are pregnant??"
"Oh God! Jamal!" Alison became frustrated as she pressed her hands into her face. "How am I gonna deal with that? I can't believe he saw those tests, and now he knows, and he thinks Rafe's a total scumbag, and I couldn't tell him why Rafe really left, and the look on his face, Livvie...the look on his face..."
"Ok, listen to me. Sit down...ok, calm down. We'll deal with Jamal, ok? We'll deal with everybody. It'll be fine, just take a couple deep breaths....ok?"
"Oh God, Livvie. I really need Rafe right now, but thank God I have you. I don't know what I'd do if I had to go through this completely alone. I mean...I'm, like, excited, but at the same time I'm...."
"Scared out of your mind?"
"Yes!!" Alison smiled and let out a deep breath. "I mean, I really do think I'd make a good mother...but at the same time, I'm gonna be doing this alone...and I'm not sure I know what I'm getting myself into... but one thing I do know is that I really want this baby."
"BABY?! Excuse me, did I just hear you say you're having a baby??" said a voice from the doorway.
Alison and Livvie turned toward the door to see who just said that.
"Oh....um....hey, Lucy."