1Not a word was spoken from A.J. after she told him, but he brought Gracie into a tight hug, then leaned her back and kissed her.
"You scared me," Gracie remarked quietly.
"I'm sorry, baby. It's just…I'm just so excited. I'm going to be a father!" A.J. grinned broadly and hugged his wife tightly yet again. A look of worry crossed Gracie's face as she rested her head hesitantly on her husband's shoulder.
The room was dim and painted a deep romantic red. In the middle of the room Gracie sat on her bed. She wore a long pink sleeping gown, and had her ear to a phone.
"It worries me," she mumbled into the phone trying to keep quiet. "I really do love A.J., but I think I'll regret this for a long time."
A hushed noise came from the other end of the phone, at the same time that the doorbell rang. The ring sounded sad, and it was slower than it had before. Was it because of who was on the other side of the door?
"I have to go. 'Bye." Gracie said to the person on the other line.
Gracie hung up the phone and walked cautiously down the poorly lit steps. The hardwood floor felt cold underneath her bare feet. She came to the front door and put her hand on the metal knob and the door creaked open.
On the other side was a tall man with brown hair and mysterious brown eyes. He rubbed a hand across the stubble on his face, and stood resting against the side of the door way. He looked tired, but attractive. His eyes shot a glance at Gracie, standing in the doorway, looking shocked.
"Michael!"