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I know I haven't updated in AGES!
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By the way, I don't know what other people call a 'living room,' so it could be a 'sitting room' or 'lounge.'
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Chapter Five:
Michelle led the way into the house, kicking her shoes off absent-mindedly as she went and hanging her bag on the hook near the door. She turned to see Tony anxiously observing the rooms before him.
She couldn't explain how strange it was to see him acting like this. He would normally drop his back on the lid of the basket of hats and gloves, and make his way to the living room, collapsing on the sofa.
Instead, his nervous eyes moved around his surroundings; everything from the colour of the walls to the length of the curtains.
Once she noticed he was still at the door, she said "Don't be so apprehensive, make yourself at home. It is your home after all."
Hesitating, he hung his bag next to hers, and followed her into the next room.
He marvelled at the tidiness. Books were neatly lined up one next to another on a shelf near the TV.
Noticing a large photo album, he carefully lifted it up and opened the first page. Noticing what book he'd chosen, Michelle looked over his shoulder at the photographs.
The first picture was of both of them, taken from a distance when they weren't aware.
The next was of Michelle at the Christmas party at CTU. She had drunk a little too much and was singing karaoke with Audrey.
"So many pictures," he mused, rifling through the pages "Yet none of them I can remember."
Michelle however, heard none of this. A wave of nausea hit her like a bullet in the back, and she rushed to the bathroom.
After a few minutes, there was a hesitant, polite knock on the door.
"Uhhh... Are you alright?"
After making sure she looked presentable, she opened the door.
"Yeah," she replied, trying to smile reassuringly "Sorry about that I..."
She couldn't think of a way of telling him without either freaking him out, or lying. Ok, she thought I'm going to have to freak him out. I don't want to lie to him in his state of mind.
Taking a deep breath, she took a metaphorical leap, and said "Tony, you're going to be a father."
Back at CTU, Chloe O'Brian was not having a good day. After the situation with Tony and Michelle in the refreshments room, the day's events cascaded one after another.
She looked over at the mountain of work she had to do and sighed. However, as she was just about to start, Bill appeared at her shoulder.
"I know you've got a lot of work to do at the moment, but can you get access to Tony Almeida's medical file?"
Why couldn't they get someone else for a change?
"Yeah sure."
After just a few seconds, it was on the screen. They both scanned quickly, taking in both images and information.
"Could you quickly update this?" he asked, handing her a small red folder containing data about the day's events.
"Yeah, whatever."
"A father?" he repeated for the hundredth time. She nodded, trying to decide if it had been a good idea to tell him after all.
"Yes, I didn't find out very long ago."
He stood up, starting to pace the room.
"This isn't really the best time. How can I be a good father if I can't even remember anything?"
"There is a long time until the baby actually arrives, Tony. I'm sure your memory will return by then."
He sighed as he left the room "I hope you're right."
Finished at last! Chloe thought as she finished typing the last sentence. Now I can go home, maybe watch some TV...
"Chloe?"
What NOW?
"Yeah?" she replied to Bill, trying to deprive her voice of irritation.
To her surprise, his face held an expression of worry. Beginning to become concerned she asked "What's going on?"
"We've just had a call from Michelle," my anxiousness doubled "Tony's just collapsed."
Oooohhhhh!
Congratulations to those of you that guessed correctly, Michelle is indeed pregnant!
Sorry that I haven't updated in ages, I promise I'll update more often!
I apologise for the rubbish-ness of this chapter.
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