Wait, dear
White horses walking down my street here
Your words are creeping at my feet
I fear
The sunrise will come too soon
And you'll disappear
To the haze of the city and yourself
Oh yeah
Look out
They're coming after us with big guns
They're only gonna tell you all the bad things I've done
Even if the words they say aren't true,
They've won
Now I'm left here dying in the sun
The two were sitting on the back steps of the church, sharing a pretzel. To the human eye it looked like two friends chatting, but in reality, it was a strong couple discussing something that went beyond the shallow waters.
"Were gonna have to tell her eventually, Nan. Your going to show soon."
Nancy Drew ripped off a small piece of the pretzel that her boyfriend, Frank Hardy, was holding and chewed it thoughtfully.
"Well, actually, if we eloped in Vegas and I said-"
Frank then took Nancy's chin in her hands and forced her to look at him.
"No. You are pregnant with a child, my child. I want him to have my name. For you to have my name. I want to raise him-"
"Or her."
Nancy cut off with a smile, which Frank returned.
"Or her. We've kept all this secret for a year. For no real reason. We can't keep a child a secret."
Nancy pulled away and stole Frank's pretzel.
"But there is a real reason. My best friend, who is like my sister, and you're brother, who is your brother, have went through the depths of hell with each other. They have a child, and just last week we made the mistake of rekindling the fire only to let it burn out."
Frank sighed.
"Yeah, that was an mistake. But, Nan, this is your child. Do you want that child to grow up with a secret life?"
Woahhhhh…
Seems like I'm always on my own
Seems like I'm never coming home
Seems like I'm always on my own
All the stars and boulevards aren't close enough to you
Late nights
Won't do me justice
'cause when I drink I
Just get so damn depressed and it's
it's not like I ain't trying to get over you
it's just hard to look at all the seasons pass me over too
and I said
Nancy sighed and the two fell silent.
"Almost 10 weeks and we never knew."
Nancy groaned.
"How was I suppose to know! It was the last thing on my mind…"
Frank reached for the half eaten pretzel, and Nancy swatted his hand away.
"You missed three periods."
"I WAS TRYING to be optimistic!"
"You gained weight."
"Hasn't anybody ever told you that that is a STUPID thing to say to a woman?"
Frank rolled his eyes. He loved Nancy, he really did, but last night he had to deal with her going on and on about how much weight she was going to gain. And about all the other crap she would put up with for the next six months or so.
It wasn't fun.
He almost liked it better when she was keeping it a secret.
Nancy then shifted awkwardly. Due to her pregnancy, she had to wear baggy dress pants and a lose dress shirt to the funeral.
It looked very odd, to say the least.
"Are you unhappy about our child?"
Asked Frank, suddenly so serious that it sent chills up Nancy's back.
"NO."
She answered, so surely that all thoughts of being unhappy were scared away from his mind.
Woahhhhh…
Seems like I'm always on my own
Seems like I'm never coming home
Seems like I'm always on my
All the stars and boulevards aren't close enough to you
One last
Phone call from you
It wouldn't hurt much
Just like to hear your voice
And pretend to touch
Any inch of you that hasn't said it all or read it all
I sung my life away
And I said
"I love you, Frank. I feel so much pride to be the one to carry your child. Now, the fact that I'm going to be fatter then my uncle Ed is not very appealing…"
Frank couldn't help but laugh. Only half heartedly, though, because whenever she made jokes you could tell she was worried.
"I'm nearly 13 weeks along now, and I don't think I can wear street clothes much longer. Since I'm normally so skinny, and morning sickness hasn't been that bad, it's going to be pretty obvious pretty fast. Bess will find out. My dad, Hannah, all the male detectives at work…"
Frank then took Nancy's hand and forced her to look him in the eye.
"And they all love you. We'll go to them, tell them everything, and they'll except it, because they love you. You said it yourself; Bess is like your sister. She'll understand. She went through it, hell, she'll be excited."
Nancy sighed and continued.
"I know I should have told you sooner, but I was…scared. I knew deep inside that you would be excited, but I'm a human being."
Frank laughed.
"True. And you were good at hiding."
Frank then stopped talking.
"I was so stupid. I noticed you didn't drink alcohol. That you stopped wanted sex. That you wore baggy clothes. The sleepless night's. Long term flu…"
Frank then smiled.
"But damn, have you considered becoming an actress? You blamed every doctors appointment on a case, you wore baggy clothes, you blamed the alcohol on the 'flu', which was morning sickness…"
Nancy finished off the pretzel and sighed.
"You aren't mad at me are you?"
Frank laughed so hard at this question you would think he was watching Caddy Shack.
"Nan, you're caring my child, and, you're an amazing woman. I would be a fool to be mad at you, a smidge annoyed? Yeah. Mad? No."
Nancy snickered as her blue eyes twinkled.
Woahhhhh…
Seems like I'm always on my own
Seems like I'm never coming home
Seems like I'm always
Woahhhhh… (all the stars & boulevards aren't close enough to you)
Seem like I'm all eyes on that home (all the stars and boulevards aren't close enough to you)
Seem like I'm never coming home
Seem like I'm all eyes on that
"Smidge?"
Frank smiled kindly.
"Shut it."
Nancy then rested her elbows on her knees and her head on her hands.
"So what are we going to name her-"
"Or him."
Frank cut off with a smile.
Nancy groaned.
"We can't call her OR him an it!"
Frank thought for a moment.
"We could call it shim…"
Nancy wrinkled her nose.
"That makes it sound like a cross dresser. You can use him, I can use her."
He smiled.
"Fine by me. Hum, names for a girl…Mary?"
Nancy looked at Frank as if he was insane.
"Haven't you ever played 'bloody Mary?' Heck no!"
Frank rolled his eyes.
"Ok then, Jessica?"
Nancy shook her head.
"Too normal. Too boring. Besides, Jessica has been used in god knows how many TV shows. My personal favorite is Supernatural…the dead girlfriend?"
Frank then rolled his eyes yet again.
"God, ok then, Brittany?"
Nancy gave Frank the are-you-that-stupid-look.
"Ok. I get it. No naming our maybe girl child after a mental washed up crappy pop star with major alcohol and drug problems. Can't say I blame you. Let's not think of names till the end, K?"
Nancy smiled.
"K. We should get out of here."
But just as Nancy was about to her up, Frank pulled her back down.
"Nancy, I know this isn't romantic, or un usual, but…"
Frank then pulled a ring box from his pocket.
You can see where this is going.
"Nancy Drew. I pictured this moment on a beach, or in the rain, or at a fancy ballroom, but at our old friends funeral will have to due."
"I have known you forever. Or a long time. And with this relationship I have proved that some school day crushes end up being happily ever afters. I love you. You chose me, and that is something I…Oh, screw this. Nancy Elizabeth Drew, will you marry me?"
Frank then opened the box to reveal an cliché and beautiful engagement ring, simple with a diamond in the middle, but beautiful nonetheless.
"Yes."
She whispered quietly, and all thoughts of doubt were chased permanently from their heads.