Oh my god. I can't do this, not now... Oh my god!, Tara thought to herself as she stared at the peice of cold white plastic she held tightly in her shaking hands. Pregnant? Tara had gotten pregnant on her and Greg's honeymoon. She and Greg hadn't even talked about having kids at all, and now, a week into their marriage, Tara finds out she's pregnant? Would Greg even want to have kids? What could I do if he didn't, get an abortion? She was due for her period the week of the honeymoon. She was as regular as the four seasons of the year, so the odds that she was 'late', were very slim. A baby?
"You're pregnant? Well, congratuations! I'll congratulate Greg next time I see him!", Dr. Robbins said cheerfully as he shook Taras hand with both of his.
"No don't!", Tara jumped in a panic.
"Why not? Ohh... You haven't told him yet. I'm very happy for you Tara."
Tara left, completely forgetting the questions she had wanted to ask Doc Robbins. She searched out Greg, and he had just gotten back from the feild. She motioned for him to come into the locker room, and he followed obediently like a puppy to it's master. He kissed her sweetly, and asked, "Yes, my darling? What's up babe?"
"Greg, I-I, I need to tell you something. You should sit." He sat, gazing at her umcomfortably. "Greg, um, are you interested in kids?", she asked, trying to appraoch this as gently as possible.
He looked at her, quite puzzled, for a moment. He replied, "Yeah, I guess,haven't really thought about it that much. We've only been married a week, you know. Why?", not catching a drift.
"Greg, I guess the direct approach would be best in this case.", she paused to gather up her courage. She took a deep breath and looked Greg right in the eye.
"Greg, I'm pregnant."
Sara had picked the worst moment for her to walk into the locker room. She heard everything. She walked over to where the parent's-to-be were, and smiled. Tara looked at her, but then decided she had more important issues, so she loked back at Greg.
Greg had noticed her presence, but he ignored this bystander. "P-p-pregnant? But, but, when, where? A b-baby, us? A baby? But, but...but!", hebabbled stupidly.
"Our honeymoon. You and I are going to be parents, Greg." Tara said with acautious tone, expecting the best and the worst. It seemed that Greg actually had to hear it from Tara's mouthbefore he believed it. His face lit up and he kissed Tara passionately, surprising her a little bit.
"You know, this is how this whole babysituation getsstarted in the first place...", Sara commented, re-announcing her presence.
"Oh, sorry Sara.", Tara blushed as she smiled and bit her lower lip meekly. "You can't tell anyone yet, about, you know, this. I wanna see who actually has the guts to ask me why Iam getting fatter and rounder.", Tara giggled.
Greg and Tara went back to work, attempting to hide the big news. Warrick was the only one who caought the little slips and glances between the happy young couple. He still didn't suspect a pregnancy asthe reason. It was hard for anyone to picture Greg as a father, anyway.
Greg couldn't even see himself as a father...