"Hank, I'm home," Emma yelled as she let the front door slam closed causing Professor's cat to startle and hiss at her. Emma glared at the cat almost wishing it had a mind for her to destroy. Stupid creature she thought walking with her head held high towards Hank's infirmary. Hank hadn't heard the front door open, since Emma had left that morning his mind had been on almost nothing other than the possiblity of him and Emma having a child. He still hadn't looked at the test, wanting both himself and Emma to be there. When he heard the door to the infirmary swing open, Hank smiled and turned around.
"Hello, Emma, did you enjoy yourself at the salon?"
"Don't waste my time with small talk Hank," Emma snapped walking over to her lover. "Have you looked yet?" Hank shook his head.
"I was waiting for you."
"Fine, whatever, let's just get this over with." Emma looked even more beautful when she's furious to Hank who wanted to forget all about the tests he had run this morning and take Emma back to his bedroom. Instead he controled himself and handed Emma the test results. He'd know the answer in her facial expression, he hoped.
Emma looked at the piece of paper in her hand and then at Hank. He was watching her, waiting for her to reveal some emotion, but she couldn't.
"Well?" Hank asked not wanting to rush Emma into telling him, but not exactly wanting to wait patiently either. Emma bit her lip, a bad habit she knew she'd have to break eventually because it totally destroyed her silver lipstick.
"I'm gonna have a baby," she whispered suddenly blinking back tears she hadn't even realized had been building up in her crystal blue eyes. Hank looked stunned for a minute and then wrapped his arms around Emma.
"It will be okay, I'll be right here for you Emma," he whispered in her ear. She nodded and let Hank hold her trying to figure out what this meant for her future, for Hank's future and of course how being a mother would destroy her image