A/N- Hey guys! It's Kait and this is my last chapter for now. Mimi will post her three soon, I hope. Hope you like it! And please—if you read it, REVIEW! )

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

(Title- The Test)

"Pregnant?" he asked. "But…but…we were careful," he said with a puzzled look on his face.

"I know we were, Mark. But I guess after two months of sex it was bound to happen sooner or later," I joked. I got a smile out of him.

"So, how sure are you? Couldn't this be the flu or something? I mean, throwing up doesn't have to mean you're pregnant, now, does it?"

"Well, no. But I've been really tired for the past week, I'm nauseous now and can't stop throwing up, and there's one more thing that makes me pretty sure," I said, looking down at the floor.

"Well, what is it?"

"I'moveraweeklateandIwasgoingtotellyoubutIdidn'twanttoruinourhoneymoon," I said speedily.

"Okay, that made sense. Slower, please?" he joked, wrapping his arms around me.

I looked up, staring into his bright blue eyes. "I'm over a week late. I was going to tell you, honest, I was. But I didn't want to ruin the end of our honeymoon," I looked away from him. "I'm sorry."

"Mary, look at me." I looked up at him again with sad eyes. "Why would you think that would ruin the honeymoon?"

"I don't know. I mean, I know that we want to have kids in the future, I just didn't think we'd want one so soon. I mean, we just got married two months ago. Isn't it rushing into things?" I asked.

He smiled, kissing me softly on the lips. "Well, if I remember correctly, you're the one who said that you didn't care how fast things were going; you were up for anything," he said.

"Yeah, well, I did say tha-." He cut me off mid-sentence.

"Well then, so am I. If you really are pregnant, then I can't wait to have this baby with you. I love you, Mar, and I'll never stop loving you and this baby." He kissed me passionately. Tears welled up in my eyes.

"Thank you, Mark," I whispered. "I love you, too. Forever and ever."

We went out later that afternoon and bought a home pregnancy test. The two of us were now sitting on the couch, all alone, waiting for the results. Mimi and Roger had been downstairs at Mimi's apartment all day.

BEEP! It was time to look at the pregnancy test. It was also time for our future to be decided.

I took a deep breath and we walked over together. I picked it up, but quickly put it back down on the table.

"I can't do it, Mark. I'm scared. You look at it." I pushed the stick over to him and covered my tearful eyes with my other hand.

He smiled and picked it up. He compared the pictures on the instructions to the symbol on the pregnancy test. He looked up, smiled, and nodded.

"I am?" I asked, my eyes lighting up.

He nodded again and took me into his arms. "We're gonna have a baby," he whispered in my ear right before he kissed me. The tears poured out of my eyes.

I couldn't stop crying. "I'm…gonna…be…a…mommy! And you're…gonna…be…a…daddy!" I said, in-between sobs.

"I know, honey. I can't wait!" He placed his hands on my flat stomach. He whispered, "See you soon!" to the baby. I smiled at him and placed my hands on top of his.

We had a doctor's appointment scheduled for three days later. I was sitting upright on the examination table and Mark was sitting in front of me. He took my hand in his and squeezed it.

"Nervous?" he asked.

"A little," I confessed.

Knock! Knock!

"Come in," Mark said to the doctor.

"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Cohen. I'm Dr. Latham," she said, extending her hand. We both shook her hand and introduced ourselves.

"I'm Mary and this is my husband, Mark." We both smiled at her.

"So, what brings you in today?"

"Well, I'm pretty sure I'm pregnant. I'm about two weeks late and I've been throwing up and feeling nauseous every day. I took a home pregnancy test and it came back positive, but we just wanted to make sure, so we came here."

"Okay, Mary. I'm going to take your vitals—temperature, blood pressure, you know the drill—and have the nurse draw some blood. That way we can be positive if you're pregnant or not. Sound okay?" she asked. I nodded and let her get to work. The nurse took my blood soon after and told me that the results would be back in around fifteen minutes. We sat and waited until Dr. Latham came back.

"Okay, Mary. You are pregnant. Congratulations, you two."

I smiled and gave Mark's hand a squeeze.

"I'm going to prescribe you with some pre-natal vitamins." She wrote out the prescription and handed it to me. "Now, it looks like you're about three weeks along, so the baby was conceived around," she checked her calendar, "August 22nd. Ring any bells?"

Mark and I looked at each other with grins on our faces. I was the one to break the silence. "Well, we were just on our honeymoon for the past two months, so, yes, that rings a bell," I smiled at Mark and Dr. Latham.

She laughed. "Congratulations, you two. On the baby and your marriage," she said with a smile. "Well, everything looks great. Do you have any questions?"

"Actually, I do have one. When is the baby due?" Mark asked.

"I'd say around May 22nd. Anything else?" she asked.

"Nope, that should do it. Thank you!" I said.

"Oh, you're welcome. Please schedule an appointment for three weeks from now. I'll see you then! Have a great day, you two! And congratulations again!" she said as she walked out of the room.

Mark helped me up and we started to walk out of the room. Before we left, I turned around and gave him a big hug and a kiss. "Did you hear that, babe? The baby's due on your birthday," I whispered in his ear, a smile on my face. "Happy birthday, Daddy!"

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