Two days later, Debra is sitting on the couch watching television with Ray. Ray appears to be anxious, looking over at the phone again and again. Finally, the phone rings, and Ray jumps up to answer it.
"Hello?" he says.
It is the doctor's office calling, Ray listens to what they tell him, a single tear runs down his cheek.
"Thank you," he says. "Goodbye."
As if in a trance, he sits back down on the couch beside Debra.
"Who was that?" she asks. "What's wrong with you?"
"It was the doctor's office," he tells her, now with an extremely loving look on his face.
He leans over and kisses her.
"Ray?" Debra says. "What's up with you? What did they say?"
The thought had never entered her mind that she actually could be pregnant, the test was negative, she had been trying to forget about the whole thing. Even though she was nervous about it, she had really been praying that test would be positive.
"Deb, you're pregnant!" Ray exclaims giving her another kiss.
She looks at him, too shocked to say anything.
"What?" she says after a minute of complete silence, she must have heard him wrong.
"That's what they just said," he tells her, his face beaming. "I thought that was it!"
"But I–" she begins before Ray cuts her off.
"But you what?" he asks her.
"I took a pregnancy test already," she admits. "Last week, it was negative."
"You thought you might be pregnant and you didn't even think to tell me?" he asks, obviously a little hurt.
"I didn't want to tell you if I didn't know for sure," she says.
"Well it doesn't matter anyways," Ray says, still smiling. "Because you are pregnant!"
"And you're happy about this?" Debra asks him.
"Of course!" he replies. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"I don't know," she tells him. "I just thought you might be mad or something."
"How could I be mad?" he questions her, giving her a hug as she starts to cry. "I love you."