Ugly Betty

It Takes A Village

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Chapter Two: Hard Questions

"I can't bring you breakfast anymore," Betty said. She sunk down onto one of the orange chairs that decorated the office. "And I can't stand the colour orange anymore because it reminds me of orange juice and both your breakfast and orange juice make me feel sick."

"What else makes you feel sick?" Daniel asked. As she spoke, he made a mental list in his head of things he would need to avoid. Lettuce was okay but cucumber was out, cheese was a huge no-no but she could occasionally handle a spoonful of cottage cheese, maybe on some mountain bread. Burritos, nachos and tacos were out. Plain rice was perfectly acceptable as long as it was boiled, not fried and it didn't come accompanying Indian, Chinese or Thai. It seemed to Daniel that the only foods Betty could consume were plain, white and colourless though he would eventually see her eat the occasional slice of pineapple or slice up some avocado and spread it on dry-crackers.

"So basically, if you want food, you're either going to have to get it yourself or get someone else to get it," Betty said, having reeled off the long and involved list.

"That's an awful lot not to eat," Daniel noted. Betty rolled her eyes and nodded woefully.

"You're telling me. I'm losing weight instead of putting it on. I start throwing up at six and I'm lucky if I stop before I come into work," she groaned.

"Betty, you're more than welcome to start later if you need too. you know that, don't you?" Daniel offered, sounding concerned. Betty smiled softly.

"I might take you up on that sometime. The good thing is that I am eight weeks along and most women stop having morning sickness by twelve weeks," she said, as always putting an optimistic swing on things.

"I am so glad that men don't have to go through that," Daniel grimaced. Betty shook her head in amusement and then stood-up.

"Okay then. I am going to get started on my work. I have a doctor's appointment at eleven but I'll take that as my lunch-break if that's okay," she asked.

"I'll come with you," Daniel offered immediately.

"No, Daniel. I don't expect you to do that," Betty argued.

"Betty, I insist. If we're going to do this then we should do it together. I'm coming whether you like it or not," he shot-back. Betty rolled her eyes but finally agreed.

"Fine. We leave at ten-thirty. Do not be late," she said and then she walked out of the room. He watched her. She didn't stop at her desk but she continued towards the bathroom.

"Poor Betty," he murmured.

"Are you nervous?" Daniel asked.

"Why would I be nervous?" Betty asked with humour in her voice.

"I'm nervous," he replied.

"This is not the scary part. The scary part is the 'oh my gosh I think I'm pregnant.' The scary part is the peeing on the stick and realizing that you are pregnant and then realizing you have to tell people and that those people are going to be so disappointed in you. This is just a check-up because I'm losing weight instead of gaining it. This isn't scary at all, Daniel."

"I'm sorry you had to go through all of that alone," he said.

"I know you are and I would have come to you sooner but the idea of you standing outside my bathroom while I pee onto a bit of plastic is mortifying," she said. Daniel froze for a second and then shook the image of his assistant and best friend sitting on a toilet.

"I think you're right," he agreed. Betty hid a grin while Daniel continued to look slightly disturbed. She nudged him and he smiled at her before lacing his hand into hers. "You look tired."

"I haven't been sleeping much. It's hard, you know. I'm all alone in that apartment and I lie awake thinking about how much things are going to change and I even dread waking up in the morning because I know I'm just going to be sick. Christina is doing everything she can but it's not like I can expect her to give her life up just for me. Hilda said she would move back but I couldn't ask her to do that. She and Justin have just gotten settled and it has been so good for her after losing Santos. I can't ask her to do that," Betty answered.

"Far be it for you to ask for help from anyone, Betty," Daniel snapped. He found himself unable to keep the anger out of his voice. "If Hilda was pregnant, you would be on the first plane to Mexico, no questions asked. If Christina so much as frowns, you descend on her with chocolate and tissues. And the things you do for me are far and beyond anything I deserve."

"It doesn't matter," she said. She yawned and rested her head against Daniel's shoulder to get him to stop talking. She felt bad but she knew he was right. She just didn't like to think anything bad about the people she loved.

"Betty, I've been thinking about it and I want you to move in with me," he said.

"What?" Betty asked. She sat up and looked at him strangely. "Why would you want me to move in with you?"

"Because if we are going to have this baby together and if I am going to help you raise it, we should move in together. Face it, you need my help and Betty, I don't need your help but I want you. I want you to move in with me," he explained. "I think it's the right thing to do."

"Daniel, you have already done enough by saying you will help me raise this baby. I don't expect you to look after me every second of the day. I can do this myself," she replied.

"I know you can," he answered, his voice impassioned and desperate. "Betty, if anyone can do this by themselves it's you but I don't want you to do it by yourself. Please, move in with me."

"Can I think about it?" she asked, caving a lot quicker than he had expected. He nodded and she nodded back before resting her head against his shoulder again.

The doctor called her name and she and Daniel stood-up and made their way into the room. They sat in the seats and Daniel reached over and took her hand. Betty smiled at him gratefully.

"Hello, Miss Suarez. Is this the father?" her doctor asked. Betty and Daniel turned to each other and she nodded at him.

"Yes, he is."