Everybody was nervous at breakfast. When would they share their secrets? What was Tony's big news? When they got to the table everyone sat down. It was a rectangular table. Tony sat at the head of the table. On his left was Angela. Samantha was on his right. Mona sat across the table from him. Hank was next to Sam and Jonathan sat next to his mother. Tony stood up and held his glass of orange juice high.

"I have an announcement to make."

"We know! Get on with it!" Mona said. Angela picked up her juice. "Are you pregnant?" Angela dropped her glass, spilling juice all over herself and the table. She started coughing uncontrollably. Tony sat down.

"Are you okay?" She coughed once more and nodded.

"I'm fine. The juice went down too fast."

"Maybe it had pulp." Tony's face slowly turned red. "I asked for pulp free juice!" Angela delicately placed her hand in the crook of his elbow.

"It's fine. Really, Tony. I'm alright." She looked down. "We'll clean this up and then I'll clean myself off." Angela spoke quietly and delicate, yet firm.

"You go to the bathroom mom. We'll take care of this." Jonathan said. She looked down at him.

"You'll be alright?" Jonathan nodded. Angela walked off to the bathroom with Mona and Sam not far behind.

"What do you think's wrong?" Sam asked. Mona looked at her.

"My daughter's a klutz. She always has been." Mona replied and Sam glared at her with her arms crossed.

"I think there's a problem. Angela was fine until you mentioned dad being pregnant."

"I was kidding!" Mona exclaimed.

"I mean, maybe dad and Angela were trying, but couldn't have a child." Realization finally hit Mona and she gasped grabbing Sam's shoulders.

"Jonathan is the only future of the Robinson family?" She shuddered and hugged Sam. "Maybe I'll have another child." Sam laughed.

"Mona?" Mona pinched her.

"What?" Mona asked. Sam rubbed her arm. They walked into the bathroom. Angela was wiping off the juice with a paper towel. "If you need a pat down you should have talked to Tony." Angela stopped and glared at Mona.

"Mother." She said in a warning tone. "I'm in here because I spilled orange juice on myself."

"And we know why." Mona shook her head. Angela's eyes opened wide.

"You do?"

"Yes. You and dad can't have a baby and you're upset." Angela sighed and laughed.

"Sam, we've only been married six months and I am over forty."

"Oh." Sam replied and Angela smiled.

"Sam, please go out to the jag and get my clothes. I always have a second set in the car." Sam looked at Mona confused. Angela didn't usually keep a change of clothes in the jag. This was weird. She shrugged anyway and ran out of the bathroom.

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When the girls got back out the boys had the table cleaned off. They sat back down.

"Are you okay?" Tony asked and Angela nodded.

"I'm just the Connecticut klutz." Angela replied. Tony smiled and kissed the top of her head.

"Where was I?"

"Your announcement." Jonathan said. Tony nodded.

"Yes." He smiled. "Well, I got a teaching job."

"That's great dad!" Sam said smiling.

"Yeah." Hank stated. Angela was solemn. She put her hands in her lap and looked down at the table.

"Where at Tony?" She asked without looking up. He didn't notice her tone.

"I'll be teaching an elementary school class at a charter school in Boston."

"Boston?" Angela asked.

"Massachusetts?" Mona asked concerned. Tony rolled his eyes.

"Of course in Massachusetts."

"When do you leave?" Jonathan asked.

"June or July." Tony replied. They table was quiet. The family hadn't really been apart before and now Tony and Angela were permanently moving away? Mona walked over and hugged Tony.

"I've taken care of Angela the last forty years. You take care of her the next forty. She's all I have left." There were tears in Mona's eyes. She turned away and looked at Angela. Angela took her hand.

"I love you Mother."

"I love you too Angela." Mona hugged her. "I'll take care of Jonathan."

"Jonathan's going with us mother." Angela stated.

"Uh," Jonathan paused. "There's something I need to tell you-" Everybody looked over at Jonathan as he sat there quietly. Angela laid her hand gently over his on the table.

"Sweetheart?" She asked softly.

TO BE CONTINUED