"Deb, what's the matter?" Amy asks as she is being pulled into her and Robert's bedroom. "Why couldn't you talk to me downstairs?"
"Can Marie hear us up here?" Debra asks as she shuts the door.
"I don't know, let's check." Amy says as she moves nearer to the air vent. "Robert and I are having a baby."
Both Debra and Amy hold their breath for a minute, listening to hear if there is any reaction from Marie. Once they feel it's safe, as they don't hear her running up the stairs to congratulate Amy and make sure she heard right, they continue their conversation.
"So what's up?" Amy asks.
"I think I might be pregnant." Debra tells her.
"Whoa," Amy says with a shocked look on her face. "I guess I wasn't far off with my test."
Debra gives her a sarcastic little smile.
"Come on Amy," she says. "I'm being serious here."
"Well," Amy begins. "Why?"
Debra sits down on the edge of the bed, obviously not feeling well.
"I've been short tempered and moody, I've been tired for the past couple weeks, for no reason, and this morning I started feeling nauseous," she replies. "The other things I could have dismissed but this is just getting to be too much to be coincidental."
Amy sits down on the bed beside her.
"What are you going to do?" she asks. "Have you told Ray yet?"
"I didn't want to make him mad or get his hopes up if it wasn't true," she says. "I really don't know how he's going to react to this."
"Well how did he react when you told him you were pregnant with Ally, or the twins?" Amy asks her. "He hasn't changed that much."
"But we were young when we had them," Debra replies. "We're both over 40 now, it's different."
Amy puts her arm around Debra.
"But you both still love each other," she consoles her. "This is a happy thing, not a sad thing!"
"I'm not sad," she tells her. "In fact, just last night I was thinking about how nice it would be to have another baby. I started thinking about what it was like when the kids were just little, how they always liked to be in our arms, but then I pictured Ray's face if I told him I wanted to have another one. I'll admit I was considering it, just to see the look on his face."
"That would be funny," Amy says with a smile.
"Yeah," Debra replies. "But then I kind of gave it up."
"Why?" Amy asks.
"I started thinking about what Ray would say," Debra says. "He would say that we're both too old, and the kids were just getting to a point where they could take care of themselves more and help out around the house, and he'd had enough of crying and dirty diapers."
"So?" Amy asks.
"Well," Debra replies. "It wasn't even so much about that, because he would get over himself. I started thinking about how the kids would react and how this would affect them."
"I'm sure they'd be happy about it Deb." Amy tells her. "They love you."
"Yeah, but could I do that to them?" she says, more to herself than to Amy.
"Deb, come on." Amy says.
"I just don't know what to do," Debra tells her, tears forming in her eyes. "I just want to know if I'm pregnant or not because it's killing me to keep wondering about it."