Why does today have to be Saturday? Shelly thought to herself as she woke. Saturdays were normally her favourite day of the week. She and her mother would spend the whole day together while Dean worked. It gave them time to talk, and Shelly knew that today would be no exception. As if on cue, Leslie knocked on her daughter's door and peeked through to test the waters.
"Yeah, come in", Shelly said, too emotionally drained to have anything other than a calm reaction.
Leslie made her way over to Shelly and sat down on her bed.
"How are you feeling?" Leslie enquired just as Shelly asked "Any morning sickness?"
Leslie laughed lightly. "I'm okay, thanks."
They sat in silence for another few moments before either one had the courage talk again.
"So do you want the answer?" Leslie asked, breaking the silence.
"To what?" Shelly replied, confused.
Leslie looked into her daughter's chocolate brown eyes and asked her again.
"Shelly, do you want to know who your father is?"