Hi guys! Is it the last chapter already? Time has just gone by so fast!
I'm going to miss this story, and I'm going to miss Lyssie. But I'm really going to miss you guys!!!
Your continuous support of Stuck! and Stuck in the Dark has helped me out so much in the past couple months. I couldn't have done this without you guys. I would make a list to thank you guys, but that list would be really long!
So, I'm just going to say this to all of you…. THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!!!!
These past few months have been amazing. Changing the status to complete will be on of the most difficult things I've ever done. I'm glad so many of you have enjoyed Lyssie's story, but all good things must come to an end. Without further ado, I present the final chapter of the Stuck series. Enjoy!
Yours Always!
-Michelle
Lyssie paced back and forth in the kitchen, nervously tugging at her apron. She paused to look out the window, then returned to the stove, stirring the spaghetti. They wanted this. He wasn't going to be upset. So why was she so nervous?
She heard the roar of the familiar engine in the driveway and her heart skipped a beat. She could hear the front door unlock, and his footsteps grew closer across the hardwood floor.
"Hey sweetie." Riley walked into the kitchen, giving Lyssie a peck on the cheek.
"Hey." Lyssie smiled up at her husband. "Dinner will be ready in a few." She stared down at the spaghetti, stirring it.
"Great. I'm starving!" Riley said dramatically.
"And that's different from when?" Lyssie teased, slapping his arm playfully.
"Never." Riley answered. "I'm going to go change." He kissed her on the lips before disappearing into the bedroom. She set the table, carefully, perfecting everything while she waited. Whenever she was nervous, she often fidgeted with things until they were perfect. She carefully untied her apron, hanging it off of a hook in the kitchen.
After what seemed like an eternity, Riley came out of the bedroom. The two chattered together all through dinner until Lyssie finally found the perfect moment.
She swallowed, looking up from her plate.
"I went to the doctor today." She said quietly.
"Really? Let me guess, the flu?" Riley asked, twisting some stray spaghetti noodles around his fork.
Lyssie smiled, expecting that response. She bit her lip nervously, clearing her throat.
"Well, you could call it the flu if you want, but in about 7 months, we're going to need a name."
The only sound in the next few seconds was the sound of a fork hitting an empty plate. Riley was frozen, his mouth hanging open, his eyes wide.
"Wha…You…We….What?" Riley choked out. "I…I don't understand."
Lyssie looked at him, grinning. "Riley, I'm pregnant!"
"You….You mean we're having a baby?" Lyssie could see the excitement beginning to glow in his eyes. "We're going to be parents?"
Lyssie nodded wordlessly. Riley stood up, scooping her into his arms and twirling her around. She laughed, and he set her down on the sofa.
"Excited?" She laughed. He nodded, kneeling down beside the sofa. "What?" Lyssie asked.
"So…there's a baby in there?" He asked, sounding almost child-like. Lyssie laughed again.
"Yes, Riley."
He put his hand on her stomach gently.
"Hi there, little baby. I'm your daddy."
Lyssie smiled, kissing him softly on the lips.
"You're going to be a great dad, Riley."
"You'll be a wonderful mommy, Lys." He hopped to his feet, clapping his hands together. "So, what's for dessert?"
"Well, Mr. Poole, I made us a delicious chocolate cake earlier." Lyssie said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Why, Mrs. Poole, I believe I would rather have something else for dessert. " Riley grinned back, scooping his wife up into his arms.
Lyssie had a feeling their house would be full of children.
And, maybe, just maybe, getting Stuck hadn't been so bad after all.
Wow. It's really over. I think… I think I'm going to cry. Seriously. Will you hold me?
And if you want, since this will be your last review, tell me your favorite part of the Stuck series.
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