April 7th

Part 4

Disclaimer: Nope owning no one except Nora.

A/N- Usual Beta Credit to Evie.

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"Roger went straight after dreaming of April and a curly haired Brown eyed little girl." Maureen said, cupping Joanne's hand. "I can only assume that the brown eyed little girl with wild curls was Norah," She blinked back tears. "You okay, Babe?"

"It's so sad." Joanne mumbled, sniffling. "How can this be true?" Maureen shrugged.

"It just is." She said. Her fingertips rested lightly on Joanne's stomach. "Mark and I wanted to be able to move on so we never discussed it…except on today's date,"

Joanne ignored her rumbling stomach. She was afraid if she called attention to her nausea that she would vomit all over the train car. Why had she insisted on trying to eat something in Grand Central?

"Shh," Maureen murmured, rocking Joanne. "It's going to be okay." She yawned. "Before you know it, your tummy trouble will be gone and you'll be worried that you're fat,"

"I am not fat!" Joanne exclaimed, suddenly angered. "I'm allowed to gain weight!" She began to cry. "I'm just pregnant,"

What was causing such drastic mood swings? Maureen was the bipolar one.

Oh yeah, hormones.

The train rumbled to a stop. Had an hour really gone by that fast? It seemed like just minutes ago that they had transferred to the Connecticut line in Grand Central. Joanne stumbled to her feet, leaning on Maureen.

"Mo!" a masculine voice called out.

Jerking her head, Joanne noticed Mark who was struggling with a bag. She ran across the platform, willing to help.

"You finally asked?" he murmured. She nodded. "Roger and I were wondering when curiosity would overcome to you." He faced Maureen. "Ready for our Chocolate Chip Waffles?" Joanne glanced over to Maureen. "We're developed our own traditions not covered in the agreement." Maureen nodded. "Mo's main pregnancy craving were Chocolate Chip Waffles, so, every year on Norah's birthday, we go to The Waffle House for chocolate chip waffles." Joanne wondered just how her temperamental stomach would handle the smells of the greasy diner.

No one knew Joanne was pregnant except for Maureen and the doctors. Neither of them wanted to happily announce a pregnancy only to have to tearfully admit it was lost.

The food stunk. Food that once smelled so good only managed to make her nauseous. If this kept up, she would have to tell Mark the big news.

"Mo," she murmured, the first opportunity she got. "All I can keep down is tea and toast, and even that's not really staying down" She didn't mention the greasy bacon make her nauseous. She thought it was best to stick to one argument.

Joanne merely picked at her blueberry waffles. It had been the only thing on the menu that had looked remotely appetizing. Now it was just making her sick.

"Try this," Maureen said, popping a piece of a chocolate chip waffle into her mouth. She cut and speared a waffle piece. "Say Ahh," She placed the fork in Joanne's mouth. "Good, right?" Joanne nodded. "Can we tell Mark?"

Joanne nodded.

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