Chapter Eleven
"Are you sure?" Lily asked while Marcy stood near the stove and was making scrambled eggs she knew she wasn't really going to eat.
"I went to the doctor's yesterday and she said she'd get the test results back this afternoon," Marcy sighed as she looked at the eggs then placed the whisk down and sniffed. The tears rolled down her face as Lily walked closer and Marcy turned around, wiping her eyes on the back of her hand. "Oh, Lily, what have I done?!"
"What do you mean?"
"I love Campbell, I really do, but I dinnae want tae this! Not now!"
"Have you told him yet?"
"No, dinnae you tell him either."
"But he has a right tae know."
"Aye, he does but I dinnae want him tae think that I did this on purpose. I mean he's just starting his life," she said when Lily placed her hands on Marcy's shoulders and smiled.
"His life is with you and Logan. I'm sure one more would be fine. Or are you worried about his…condition?"
"Och, no, his being manic/depressive never entered into it. I just dinnae want him to feel trapped."
"You mean like when you told Peter? Are you afraid he'll run, too?"
"I dinnae know," Marcy sighed when Campbell and Logan, who was riding on Campbell's back, came into the kitchen and Campbell stopped, letting Logan down onto the floor.
"What's going on?" Campbell asked as he walked closer and gently wiped the tears out of Marcy's eyes.
"I'm fine," Marcy said with a sad smile as he sighed then looked over her shoulder at the eggs that were burning in the pan.
"Your eggs are burning," he said as she swore then tried to remove the eggs from the pan and Lily walked to Logan, taking his hand.
"Come on, Kiddo, I think we're going out for breakfast," she said as they left the kitchen and Logan asked her if he could have pancakes. After they heard the door closing, Campbell turned the stove off when he wrapped his arms around Marcy and she placed her head against his shoulder.
"Ok, they're gone, now can you tell me what's wrong?" he asked when she looked up at him and saw the concern in his eyes.
"Mebbe later," she said as she let go of him then left the kitchen and Campbell growled, placing the burnt eggs into the trash, placed the pan in the sink then left the kitchen.
Campbell didn't know which was worse. The way Marcy was acting or the fact that she wasn't doing her job. She dropped calls, missed cuing him three times when a song was over and, now, was on the phone with someone. Sighing, he scratched the back of his neck when he stood up and knocked on the glass, making her look at him.
"You…in here…now!" he mouthed as she shook her head and he crossed his arms over his chest as he glared at her. He was shocked when she tuned the chair around as he looked at her back and ripped the earphones off his head, slamming them onto the chair. Opening the door, he stormed down the hallway when he walked into the booth and she looked at him while he stormed toward her with anger in his eyes.
"What are you doing?! Get back in there!" she shouted as she hung the receiver up and he turned, slamming the door shut.
"No, nae until you tell me what's going on!" he demanded as she stood up and walked to him.
"No!"
"Then I am NAE leaving!"
"We have dead air!"
"We're having a bloody fight is what we're having!"
"Do you wanted tae get sacked?! Because that is EXACTLY what's going tae happen if you dinnae get back tae work!"
"I'd love tae but it seems like my producer is too busy chatting on the phone with friends!"
"It wasnae a friend, it was my doctor!" she shouted as his face softened and he placed his arms around her.
"Why didnae you tell me you were sick?"
"I'm nae sick. I'm…" she said as her voice trailed off and he tilted his head to one side, giving her a concerned look. "Blimey, this isnae the way I thought I'd go aboot telling you this."
"Then just tell me," he said with a smile and gently kissed her lips.
"I'm nae sure how you'd take this. It's really big news."
"I didnae get fired, did I? I know you threatened tae do that when I locked us in the lift. Did I?"
"No," she said, shaking her head.
"You got fired?"
"No."
"Wait, it has tae do with a doctor," he said then thought for a few minutes when his eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open. "Are you…are…You're nae…Are you pregnant?"
"Aye," she said softly while she waited for him to start yelling but he simply dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around her. He had his head against her stomach when she felt his body start shaking and she gently stroked his hair. "Campbell?"
"Why?" he asked as he buried his face into her stomach then looked up at her with big tears in his eyes. "Why didnae you want tae tell me?"
"Because I was scared," she said when he stood up and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against him.
"What is there tae be scared of?"
"I was scared that you'd…" she said when he lifted her chin and kissed her lips.
"Marcy, I'm nae Peter. See, the one thing we Bain men are is responsible. Ah, before you say anything, I know that I'm nae always responsible but I do know how I feel. You and Logan mean everything good in my life and so does this little bump," he said as he gently stroked her stomach and she smiled.
"But…"
"No, there is no buts aboot it. You, Lady, are stuck with me!" he said as he shook a finger at her and she giggled. "So, do we tell my parents first or yours?"
"Well, seeing how my mum would just sigh and say "Here we go again.". I think we should tell yours first."
"Och, knowing my mother, she will insist we get married. Nae that I dinnae want tae, I do. Unless you dinnae want tae."
"One thing at a time," she said with a laugh and he nodded when someone tapped on the glass and they turned around.
"Is everything ok in here?" Frank McDuffy asked after he opened the door and Campbell nodded.
"Sorry," Campbell said as he moved by Frank and Frank looked at Marcy.
"It's cool, Frank," she said as he nodded then closed the door and Marcy looked at Campbell. He pointed at himself, placed his hands over his heart then pointed at her and she smiled, mouthing "I love you, too."
"Logan, come here," Marcy said while she and Campbell sat on the couch and Logan got off the floor, walking to the couch. Campbell patted the spot between them as Logan crawled onto the couch and Marcy moved closer, wrapping her arm around him. "Love, Mummy and Campbell need tae talk tae you aboot something."
"Campbell isnae leaving, is he?" Logan asked with panic in his eyes and Campbell scrunched up his face then sighed.
"No, I'm nae going anywhere. What makes you think that?" Campbell asked.
"Because you and Mummy havenae been snuggling," Logan said and Marcy looked at Campbell then at Logan and kissed the top of his head.
"We havenae?" she asked and Logan shook his head.
"Well, that's because Mummy wasnae feeling good. I never feel like snuggling when I'm nae feeling good," Campbell said and Logan looked at Marcy.
"Are you sick, Mummy?"
"Well, kind of," Marcy said then sighed and Campbell smiled, taking hold of Logan's hands.
"Do you remember when you asked where your mate, Matt's, new baby brother came from?" he asked and Logan looked at the ceiling, thinking.
"Aye, Mummy told me that he came from Matt's mummy's tummy."
"Well, it seems that Mummy has a baby in her tummy," Campbell said and Logan looked at Marcy's stomach then at her and she smiled.
"Mummy, are you going tae have a baby?"
"Aye, I am," Marcy said and Logan looked at Campbell.
"Who's the daddy?"
"I am!" Campbell said with wide eyes and Logan's mouth dropped open. Logan crawled onto Campbell's lap as they hugged then Campbell let go and looked deeply into his eyes. "Now, listen very carefully. Even though I helped Mummy make this baby, it doesnae change one bit how I feel aboot you. YOU are my little shadow and best, best, best friend! I love you with all my heart and soul!"
"I love you, too," Logan said then looked at Marcy and frowned. "But where is the baby going tae sleep?"
"Well, we were thinking that I can sleep in Mummy's room and the baby can have my room."
"But you already sleep in Mummy's room," Logan said and they looked at each other with stunned looks on their faces.
"And how do you know that?" Marcy asked.
"I was looking for one of my cars and found a pair of his underpants under your bed," he said and Campbell coughed, a slow blush moving across his cheeks.
"So, you're happy aboot the baby?" Campbell asked and Logan nodded. "Good. How aboot we go get some ice cream tae celebrate?"
"Can we?" Logan asked, looking at Marcy.
"Go get your shoes and jacket," Marcy said when Logan got off the couch and ran down the hallway. "That goes for you, too."
"Aye, Mummy!" Campbell said when he got up then ran down the hallway and she laughed, shaking her head.