Still copying+pasting old chapters.
He opened his eyes wide, looking around vigilantly. He turned on his side, and surprisingly realized he was the only one in the hadn't been asleep. Technically- he couldn't sleep. It was more of being so deep in thought he didn't realize his wife had left.
He looked at the alarm clock. 5:17.
Macon jumped out of bed and swiftly walked down the hallway, searching for his wife.
Within a few minutes, he saw a crack of light from underneath the bathroom door. He creeped over to it and knocked lightly.
"Lila, dear? Are you alright?"
"Macon? Ummm...yes, I'm alright." They both knew it. She was a terrible liar.
"What's wrong?"
"I just don't feel good."
"For how you sound- 'just' is an understatement."
"Okay, then. I don't feel well."
"What are your symptoms?"
"Nausea. I feel uneasy and I'm overheating like mad-"
It took both of them a few seconds in silence to contemplate what she had just said. Suddenly, the door opened, Lila's face was pale with illness. Macon chimed up first.
"Morning sickness."
"What?"
"Morning sickness. It's five o'clock, dear. Not midnight."
She grabbed him, using his body as support as she almost fainted. He grabbed her too, rubbing her back and whispering "there, there." Into her ear.
"Macon..." She said as she looked up at him,stating the obvious to help her mind -which was suddenly exploding with emotions and the like- cope with what he had said.
"I might be pregnant."
CLIFFHANGER.