The shower rained warm against their skin. It was the only safe place to talk now that the mother-in-laws had temporarily moved in and taken over.
"Morgan, she has already redecorated my whole apartment since she's been here. I went to sit in the recliner yesterday and it was gone. And my couch has throw pillows. Flowery throw pillows. Do I look like a flowery kind of guy to you?" Greg fumed.
"Do I have to answer that? And isn't it our apartment now?" Morgan leaned back letting the water run through her hair.
"Morgan," he gritted his teeth," you are missing the point. They have to go."
"I know, I know. My mom can be a little controlling and I'll talk to her about it. But let's look at the positive here. They are both getting along with each other, and they're paying for our wedding and honeymoon. Look, it's just a few more days and then they'll be gone…well until the wedding." She played with his hair as she washed it, reaching up to run her fingers through it.
"Okay. Three more days, but then they are out. It's already been almost three weeks. I need some alone time with my sexy wife." He moved his mouth against her ear. Morgan laughed as the movement tickled her. The door clicked opened and they both froze behind the shower curtain. A woman's humming came from the other side.
"Mom?" Greg hesitantly asked.
"Oh, sorry dear! I was just grabbing some towels for Judy. She was rearranging some things in the kitchen and knocked over a bottle of wine. Don't mind me," his mother answered.
"Oh my God!" Morgan breathed, burying her face into Greg's wet shoulder.
"Oh, Morgan, dear, is that you? We were going to ask you about the flower arrangements for the ceremony. Come talk to us when you get a chance."
"Mom! Get out!" Greg yelled.
"Okay, dear. I'm leaving," Else said, shutting the door behind her.
"Okay, you're right. They've become a little intrusive. I'll call about a hotel room for the next few days" Morgan said when they were alone again.
"Thank you." He reached down and kissed her.
"But, maybe you should be the one to tell them. You can even discuss the flower arrangements while you're at it, since you love flowery things and all."
"Hey, you're the one who invited them to stay here for weeks on end," he countered.
"Yes, but you are the one who forgot to lock the bathroom door."
"Good, you're both here," Morgan's mother said as Morgan and Greg entered the living room. "We want to show you something."
"Look Judy, before we discuss wedding stuff, Morgan and I would like to say something," Greg started.
"Oh, this has nothing to do with the wedding," Judy said.
"Greg, honey, we found you a house!" his mother squealed.
"A what?" Greg and Morgan both stammered together.
"Well you can't raise a family in a tiny apartment, and as much as I've tried, I've done about all I can with this limited space," Judy said, typing on the laptop in front of her. "This place is perfect for you two. Four bedrooms, two baths, and even a nice big backyard for the kids to play in."
"Kids? What kids?" Greg took a deep breath closing his eyes. "Look Judy-"
"Well you two married so quickly, we both just assumed that maybe there was something you weren't telling us quite yet," Else said giving them a sly smile. "Morgan, dear, take a seat. You really should be getting your rest."
"Mom, Else, that's very sweet, but I'm not-" she stopped short of finishing, her eyes growing wide. "Greg, can I talk to you for a minute?" She tugged on his arm dragging him out into the hall.
"Morgan, what is it?" he asked, still annoyed.
"Okay, don't panic or anything, but I need you to think back, all the way back to our drunken wedding night. Did we…um…use any protection?" she studied his face as what she was implying dawned on him.
"Morgan, what are you saying?" he tried to steady his breathing.
"I'm late, by about a week. I guess with everything going on, it just slipped my mind." She put her shaky palms to her forehead. "Greg, what if I'm…? I mean I think I might be…." She started to panic. "I need to sit down." They both sunk back against the wall, landing on the floor.
"Wow," Greg said, laying his head back against the wall looking up. "We could be…"
"Yeah," Morgan said mirroring Greg's stance. "What do we do?"
"First, we need to found out for sure. But before that, we need to kick our mothers out of this tiny apartment," he said, using air quotes over Judy's description of their place. Morgan gave a nervous laugh, resting her head on his shoulder.
Greg and Morgan stood in the aisle at the drugstore staring at the row of pregnancy tests.
"Wow, there are a lot of options," Morgan said picking up and comparing two different brands. "I don't know what do get or where to start-"
"Morgan? Greg? Is that you?" They heard a familiar voice call from the end of the aisle. Hodges waved, walking in their direction.
"Shit!" Morgan mumbled, scrambling to hide the evidence and look causal at the same time.
"Hodges, what are you doing here?" Greg tried to distract him while Morgan snuck the tests in her purse for the time being.
"Fiesta night at the senior center with Mother yesterday is reeking havoc on my intestinal track. The nachos are still not sitting well. Came to get some antacids." He held up a bottle of pink liquid. Morgan, now standing by Greg's side, cringed.
"More than we needed to know," she said.
"Why are you two here? Don't you live on the other side of town?" Hodges asked, his confused gaze moved between both them as they exchanged a nervous glance.
"We were just dropping someone off at a hotel, and…" Greg started.
"And, Greg wasn't feeling well so we came here," Morgan finished. She searched the shelf and grabbed the first thing she could find. "Here it is honey, your…anti-fugal cream," she read off the box. Greg shot her a pained look as he grabbed the box. Morgan shrugged and mouthed the word 'sorry' to him.
"Thanks, let's go," he muttered. "See you later, Hodges." He gently took Morgan's arm as he lead her towards the check out counter. A security guard stopped them at the end of the aisle, blocking their exit.
"Ma'am, I need to see your purse," the security guard said crossing his arms over his broad chest. Morgan held her breath and closed her eyes.
"This is not happening," she said to herself.
"Sir, we were planning on buying it. Honestly-" Greg pleaded but the guard held up his hand to stop him.
"Ma'am, your purse?" He moved his hand to Morgan, extending it palm up. Reluctantly, she handed over her purse and watched as he rifled through it pulling out the pregnancy tests.
"Oh my God! Are you pregnant?" Hodges's surprised shout rang out behind them.
The security guard looked at Morgan. "You need to come with me."
"Well, that was humiliating," Morgan dropped her purse on the kitchen counter when they arrived back at their apartment. After a half hour of trying to explain themselves, the drugstore manager let them go, giving them a stern warning and making them pay for the merchandise. Morgan went to the fridge and grabbed a beer. She popped the top and was about to take a sip when Greg stopped her.
"Morgan, you shouldn't be drinking. At least, not until after we know." He nodded toward the plastic bag on the table. Morgan groaned, slamming the beer can on the counter.
"Damn it!" she cried, breaking into heaving sobs.
"Morgan," he wrapped his arms around her trying to calm her, "it's going to okay. No matter what, it's going to be okay."
"We're not ready for this, are we?" she sniffled, leaning against him.
"Sure we are," he said, "if we have to be, we'll be ready." He tilted her chin up to look at him. "And you will be great. You might even beat my mom in the best mother category."
Morgan stifled a laugh. "Well, at least I'll be better at knowing when to knock."
"That's my girl." He hugged her tight. He grabbed the shopping bag from the table, handing it to her.
"Well, here goes nothing." She took the bag and headed to the bathroom.