Chapter: 4. Morning Glory
Everything I believed in, has lied to me
Now this could be the best day, of my life-Where Are You, Our Lady Peace
She was very organized and had a good memory, but had managed to forget to take any medicine the night before. Her step-mom was convinced she was a little ADD, but her dad thought she was a little OCD; they decided whatever disorders she had would counter act each other and she'd be fine. She was fine, a bit quirky at times, but fine, although quirky wasn't a very good trait when it came to remembering to take your meds. She didn't feel good at all, her throat was really sore and she still felt slightly nauseous. Since she was asleep now she felt better, it was quiet and peaceful. That ended badly when the phone began to ring loudly; some genius had put the cordless phone on her bedside table. She had a great urge to throw to phone across the room and let it smash to bits, but that would require her to move her arm and she was far to tired. She gave in and slowly reached over for the evil noisy thing.
"You realize you've risked your life by waking me, right?" She mumbled angrily into the dumb phone.
"Greg proposed last night!" The overexcited Allison exclaimed in delight.
"Yeah, duh…so what did you say?" Angela asked, she sounded uninterested, but she still wanted to be sure.
"Of course I said 'yes'."
"Oh goody, I can rest easy now, so…are you going to tell him about you being all pregnant, or let him figure it out, test his diagnostic skills?" Angie sat up in bed, and cleared her throat with a bad cough.
"No, I'm going to tell him, I'm just not sure when the right time is, I mean, this is big news."
"Again, duh. Well…they say there's no time like the present. I have no idea who says that, but people say that, it's a saying." Angela bravely got to her feet to get some clothes.
"I think he may already know…I didn't want wine last night, I wanted to re-do the spare room, and he's looking at me differently…"
"Of course he's looking at you differently, you're his fiancée now, he's never had one of those before. And I doubt he knows, he'd probably be catatonic now if he did." Angie rummaged through her clothes grabbing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
"Ok, yeah. We're having an engagement party for close friends and family, so I'll tell him before then, and at the party we can tell everyone together."
"As long as he's not catatonic, stock up on smelling salts and you should be good. That sounds like a good plan though. You want me to bring anything to this little party of yours?"
"Just yourself and maybe some more brownies. It'll start at three o'clock."
"Alright I guess it was good that you woke me than, I'd probably still be asleep at three." She was fully clothed now and more or less awake. They said their good-byes and hung up, Angela headed to the kitchen to make more of her masterpiece brownies.
Allison Cameron paced back and forth in the living room, wringing her hands and trying to find a way to break the news to Greg House that she was pregnant. The table, chairs and candles had been put away, the brownie eaten, plate and spoons cleaned, petals picked up and the flowers placed in a vase on the coffee table. The man had probably just gotten used to the idea of becoming a husband, how was she supposed to tell him he was going to be a father? Her head hurt and she was scared. What would he think or say? How would he react? She thought about band-aids and how most people ripped it off quick, got it over with. She wanted it to be quick and painless. She timidly stepped into the bedroom and eased herself on the edge on the bed next to House. He was sitting up, his legs straight and he was playing his Gameboy quietly, concentrating. She slid her eyelids shut and sighed.
"I'm pregnant." She forced her eyes open, faced him and braced herself for his reaction.
He said nothing, his eyes widened slightly and he was still. The game beeped softly, his little spaceship had just been blown to bits. Cameron's stomach fell; maybe he really was catatonic. She leaned forward and touched his arm gently, concerned.
"Greg…Greg?"
"Yeah…" Was the only thing he managed say.
"Are you ok?
He set down the Gameboy, turned to her and his mouth formed a little, but sincere half-smile. "Whoa."
She giggled, smiled, and crawled up the bed towards him to give him a big hug. He wrapped his arms around her and lightly stroked the back of her head. "Yes, big whoa." Cameron said easing her grip.
"So no big screen TV?"
She pulled away laughing and sat up next to him. His arm around her shoulders and her head rested on his shoulder.
"No TV, but diapers and bottles and baby things."
"Whatever, when the baby comes we can leave it with Angela and Wilson, run away and come back when it's potty trained."
"No! I want my baby!" Allison pouted.
"Yeah…but it'll be okay, right?…we'll be good parents…oh god we're going to be parents." House said slowly, unsure.
"Yes, we'll be fine parents. Let's worry about those things when the time comes, right now we need to focus on getting married and telling everybody about us. I wanna get married before I get big, I want a nice dress."
"I think you'd look hot in a maternity wedding dress. Everyone's going to think this is some shotgun wedding anyway."
"I don't care what anyone thinks, I'm happy." Allison mumbled, closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep, something she had robbed Angela of. She had called all of their close relatives and friends inviting them to the small party. It was noon and the small party started at three, so she still had plenty of time for some sleep and to set up some drinks and snacks.
Angela, after an hour and a half, was watching four pans of brownie batter bake in the oven. She was certainly awake, but still kind of tired, so when Morning Glory by Oasis came on her stereo she muttered something about irony and smiled to herself.
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