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A/N: I totally love getting these reviews. Thanks! Keep it up. I'm glad you like my story.
Lucy Kinkirk sat happily reading her book on the sofa. Her husband was at work, Jacob was at a friend's house, and Alex was down for a nap. She had silence at last. As if trying to spoil her quiet time, the phone rang, surprising her. She got up and went over to the phone, picking it up.
"Hello?" She answered.
"Hey Luce! It's Simon." Said her brother's warm voice on the other end of the phone. Lucy smiled.
"Simon! How are you?" She asked him.
"I'm good! Really good. What about you? What's going on?"
"Right now I have the house to myself, actually. Kev is at work, Nick is sleeping, and Jacob is at his friend's place. What about you? Why are you calling?" She asked.
"Well, I wanted to tell you - I proposed to Haylie last night and she accepted, so I'm engaged!" He told her.
"Simon, that's awesome!" She cried. "Congratulations!"
"Thanks. We're getting married soon. April 12th."
"Wow! That's so soon!" Lucy told him. "That will be fun. So are you moving out of mom and dad's then?" She asked.
"Well, I already moved out into the garage apartment, so when we get married, Haylie is moving in with me." He said.
"How cool! That's like what Kevin and I did." Just then, Lucy heard her son's voice calling her. "Simon, Alex just woke up, so I have to go get him, but would you and Haylie like to come to dinner tonight over here? I'd love to see you, and meet her."
"That sounds great." Simon told her. "What time?"
"Is seven okay?" She asked.
"Perfect. See you then." He said.
"OK, bye."
"Bye."
Lucy hung up the phone and started down the hall to get Alex out of his bed.
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Sarah seemed to get over the sadness of not being pregnant pretty well. She still wished that she had a baby, but she knew that her time would come.
"Sarah, I'm home!" Matt's voice cried. Sarah walked out into the main room and hugged him. "How was your day?" She asked. He played with her curls as he spoke. "Pretty good." He told her. "I went to Mary's. She's not feeling well. It sounds like she has the flu. She has a doctor appointment in a few hours, so she promised to call after wards to tell me what's going on." "Oh. That's too bad. I hope that she's OK. It's never fun to be sick." Sarah said sympathetically. Matt stepped back and set his bag down. "Do you want to go out to dinner?" He asked suddenly. "That sounds like fun." She told him. With that, Sarah grabbed her purse, Matt took her hand, and they walked out the door.
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Mary nervously sat on the small bed in the doctor's room, clutching her husband's hand tightly. The doctor said that he was pretty sure that she had a case of the flu, but he wanted to take blood to make sure. He said that he would be back in around a half an hour with the results. That had seemed like ages ago. Mary was sure that it had been at least a half an hour, maybe even forty-five minutes. Now she was starting to get worried. As if reading her thoughts, Ben tightened his grip on her hand.
"Every thing will be fine Mare. Don't worry about it." He told her. He put his arm around her. Suddenly, Mary bolted from the room. She came back a few minutes later, looking unhappy.
"Stupid, stupid flu." She told Ben, sitting back down next to him and resting her head on his shoulder.
"It'll be gone soon. Hang in there. I took off work to be here, and I'll take off work to be at home with you until you're feeling better." He told her. Mary smiled.
"Thanks." She told him sincerely.
Just then, a loud knock on the door of the office interrupted their conversation. The doctor entered the room, holding a clip- board. He silently made his way across the room. Finally, he pulled out his chair, and sat down, facing it towards them.
"Well," He began. "You're blood test results came in, and we did find something that we need to discuss." Mary's hand tightened nervously on Ben's hand. 'What could be wrong?' She thought to herself. Trying to not look afraid, she nodded at the doctor, prompting him to go on.
"We found that, Mary, you're pregnant. What you've been experiencing is what we call 'Morning Sickness' " He told her. "It usually only lasts through the first trimester, which you're almost through with. You are at about two and a half months." He told her.
Mary sat looking at the doctor in shock. She tried hard to regain composure. "Oh." Is all that she could say. Ben rescued her.
"So that gives up about six and a half months to go" He said thoughtfully. "Do you know if we're having a boy or a girl?" He asked. The doctor laughed.
"No no, not yet. You should be able to know at about five months." He told them.
"Ok. So it that all?" Ben asked, trying to hurry the appointment along.
"Well, you need to call an obstetrician to schedule an appointment, but yes you're free to go. You can pick up phone numbers if you need them at the front desk." The doctor smiled at them, and sidled out of the room, closely followed by Mary and Ben.
They went out to the front desk and paid. Ben got some phone numbers and they went out to their car. Mary didn't speak. Every time that Ben looked at her, he saw the same, blank look. They climbed in the car, and started the short drive home. Neither of them spoke. Mary seemed never to move. Always still, always a blank expression. When they got home and inside, Ben took Mary by the shoulders and sat her down on the sofa. He sat down next to her and spoke.
"So." He said quietly.
"I wish I had the flu." Is all that Mary said.
"What?" Ben asked, now very alert. Mary had a lone tear slide down her face.
"We can't have a baby. We've only been married for a year and a half. We have a small one story apartment, nowhere that we can fit a baby. We're so young. Our lives will never ever be the same. Never like this. I don't,,," She was cut off by Ben.
"Mary, calm down. Obviously we can have a baby if this was put into our lives. We've been married for a wonderful year and a half, we can move into a bigger place and have a room for the baby. We are young. That's why it would be best to have a baby now. And you're right. Our lives will never be the same. They'll be better." Ben told her, putting his arm around her. The couple sat in silence for a long while. Finally, Mary smiled, and placed her petit hand over her stomach.
"A baby." She said, beginning to laugh. "We're gonna have a baby."
A/N: I totally love getting these reviews. Thanks! Keep it up. I'm glad you like my story.
Lucy Kinkirk sat happily reading her book on the sofa. Her husband was at work, Jacob was at a friend's house, and Alex was down for a nap. She had silence at last. As if trying to spoil her quiet time, the phone rang, surprising her. She got up and went over to the phone, picking it up.
"Hello?" She answered.
"Hey Luce! It's Simon." Said her brother's warm voice on the other end of the phone. Lucy smiled.
"Simon! How are you?" She asked him.
"I'm good! Really good. What about you? What's going on?"
"Right now I have the house to myself, actually. Kev is at work, Nick is sleeping, and Jacob is at his friend's place. What about you? Why are you calling?" She asked.
"Well, I wanted to tell you - I proposed to Haylie last night and she accepted, so I'm engaged!" He told her.
"Simon, that's awesome!" She cried. "Congratulations!"
"Thanks. We're getting married soon. April 12th."
"Wow! That's so soon!" Lucy told him. "That will be fun. So are you moving out of mom and dad's then?" She asked.
"Well, I already moved out into the garage apartment, so when we get married, Haylie is moving in with me." He said.
"How cool! That's like what Kevin and I did." Just then, Lucy heard her son's voice calling her. "Simon, Alex just woke up, so I have to go get him, but would you and Haylie like to come to dinner tonight over here? I'd love to see you, and meet her."
"That sounds great." Simon told her. "What time?"
"Is seven okay?" She asked.
"Perfect. See you then." He said.
"OK, bye."
"Bye."
Lucy hung up the phone and started down the hall to get Alex out of his bed.
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Sarah seemed to get over the sadness of not being pregnant pretty well. She still wished that she had a baby, but she knew that her time would come.
"Sarah, I'm home!" Matt's voice cried. Sarah walked out into the main room and hugged him. "How was your day?" She asked. He played with her curls as he spoke. "Pretty good." He told her. "I went to Mary's. She's not feeling well. It sounds like she has the flu. She has a doctor appointment in a few hours, so she promised to call after wards to tell me what's going on." "Oh. That's too bad. I hope that she's OK. It's never fun to be sick." Sarah said sympathetically. Matt stepped back and set his bag down. "Do you want to go out to dinner?" He asked suddenly. "That sounds like fun." She told him. With that, Sarah grabbed her purse, Matt took her hand, and they walked out the door.
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Mary nervously sat on the small bed in the doctor's room, clutching her husband's hand tightly. The doctor said that he was pretty sure that she had a case of the flu, but he wanted to take blood to make sure. He said that he would be back in around a half an hour with the results. That had seemed like ages ago. Mary was sure that it had been at least a half an hour, maybe even forty-five minutes. Now she was starting to get worried. As if reading her thoughts, Ben tightened his grip on her hand.
"Every thing will be fine Mare. Don't worry about it." He told her. He put his arm around her. Suddenly, Mary bolted from the room. She came back a few minutes later, looking unhappy.
"Stupid, stupid flu." She told Ben, sitting back down next to him and resting her head on his shoulder.
"It'll be gone soon. Hang in there. I took off work to be here, and I'll take off work to be at home with you until you're feeling better." He told her. Mary smiled.
"Thanks." She told him sincerely.
Just then, a loud knock on the door of the office interrupted their conversation. The doctor entered the room, holding a clip- board. He silently made his way across the room. Finally, he pulled out his chair, and sat down, facing it towards them.
"Well," He began. "You're blood test results came in, and we did find something that we need to discuss." Mary's hand tightened nervously on Ben's hand. 'What could be wrong?' She thought to herself. Trying to not look afraid, she nodded at the doctor, prompting him to go on.
"We found that, Mary, you're pregnant. What you've been experiencing is what we call 'Morning Sickness' " He told her. "It usually only lasts through the first trimester, which you're almost through with. You are at about two and a half months." He told her.
Mary sat looking at the doctor in shock. She tried hard to regain composure. "Oh." Is all that she could say. Ben rescued her.
"So that gives up about six and a half months to go" He said thoughtfully. "Do you know if we're having a boy or a girl?" He asked. The doctor laughed.
"No no, not yet. You should be able to know at about five months." He told them.
"Ok. So it that all?" Ben asked, trying to hurry the appointment along.
"Well, you need to call an obstetrician to schedule an appointment, but yes you're free to go. You can pick up phone numbers if you need them at the front desk." The doctor smiled at them, and sidled out of the room, closely followed by Mary and Ben.
They went out to the front desk and paid. Ben got some phone numbers and they went out to their car. Mary didn't speak. Every time that Ben looked at her, he saw the same, blank look. They climbed in the car, and started the short drive home. Neither of them spoke. Mary seemed never to move. Always still, always a blank expression. When they got home and inside, Ben took Mary by the shoulders and sat her down on the sofa. He sat down next to her and spoke.
"So." He said quietly.
"I wish I had the flu." Is all that Mary said.
"What?" Ben asked, now very alert. Mary had a lone tear slide down her face.
"We can't have a baby. We've only been married for a year and a half. We have a small one story apartment, nowhere that we can fit a baby. We're so young. Our lives will never ever be the same. Never like this. I don't,,," She was cut off by Ben.
"Mary, calm down. Obviously we can have a baby if this was put into our lives. We've been married for a wonderful year and a half, we can move into a bigger place and have a room for the baby. We are young. That's why it would be best to have a baby now. And you're right. Our lives will never be the same. They'll be better." Ben told her, putting his arm around her. The couple sat in silence for a long while. Finally, Mary smiled, and placed her petit hand over her stomach.
"A baby." She said, beginning to laugh. "We're gonna have a baby."