I am so, sooooooo, so sorry for not updating. My laptop was at Lee's so I couldn't write, and my computer doesn't have Word. So here is chapter 3, which I've been thinking about for 3 weeks. And for shout outs, I'd like to thank my awesome boyfriend, Jason,
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Riiiiiiiiiiiing, riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing, came the shrill sound of Andy's phone. She ran into the kitchen, Molly hot on her heals. She picked up the phone, smiling at the name, and answered.
"Hello," she greeted, a smile gracing her features. She smiled at her outfit, which consisted of boy shorts and Sam's shirt. Molly looked up at her, ears perked, stub wiggling. Molly whimpered anxiously, lifting a paw, and then putting it down.
"Hey," he responded, voice rough with fatigue. Andy knew he was tired and worried about her being alone. But she was fine, except for Kevin, she thought, bitterly.
"What's up?" she asked, trying to sound happy and okay. She was happy, to hear from him, but she was scared because of Kevin. She pulled a strand of hair between her fingers, curling it nervously.
"Just woke up, decided to give the future Mrs. Swarek a call. What about you, pretty lady?" he laughed, and she laughed along with him. Her voice quieted down into a sigh. I have to tell him.
"Watching TV with Molly, I woke up about an hour ago. I, uh, I have something to tell you." Now or never. She opened her mouth, but it was covered with her hand, the phone dropping from it. It hit the floor with a clatter, Molly instantly moving protectively towards it. Andy bolted to the bathroom, a hand over her mouth, one on her stomach.
"Andy," Sam called through the phone. Molly's nails clicked on the tile, standing over the phone. Sam heard the click, knowing the training he did with his dog would come in handy. "Moll, pick up the phone and take it to Mommy." All he heard was silence, Molly cocking her head in confusion.
Sam sighed, calling for Andy once more. He could faintly hear her gagging, a splashing sound following it. He knew she was throwing up, but he needed to at least talk to her, it always calmed her down. "Molly," he said sternly, catching her attention, "Pick up the phone, carry to Andy." He said it slowly so that she could understand.
He finally heard her jaw clamp around the phone, lifting off the ground. He heard the steady click of her nails, making her way down the hall. Andy heard them, too. She pushed out her hand to shut the door, not wanted Molly to see her sick. But her hand never came in contact with the door, instead sinking into plush fur. She turned her head to face her, a phone in the dog's strong grip.
"Andy," she heard his voice call her name, softly, almost angel like. She grabbed a cloth, one that she already doused with water, and wiped her face. She grabbed the phone from Molly, patting her on the head before standing up. She grabbed her toothbrush, putting toothpaste on it.
"I'm here," she finally responded. Sam sighed, relieved. He stayed silent for a moment while she brushed her teeth. She spit, then rinsed, then answered again. "I'm fine, Sam. I just ate something bad," she reassured.
"Are you sure? Andy what if you are….?" He didn't finish, letting the question hang in the air. Andy stared at her reflection, and even though she knew it was a possibility, she wasn't sure, and didn't want to give his hopes up.
"No, there is no way. I've only been sick since yesterday, and Trace is taking me to the doctors, the medicine I need is prescription," she explained. She pulled her hair into a bun, putting the phone on speaker. She stared her reflection down for a moment. She sighed, and walked out of the bathroom. She grabbed the phone, and a fluffy blanket, and settled down on the couch.
"Okay, Andy. I want to come home," he whispered shyly, and Andy turned her eyes downcast. She shook her head but knew he couldn't see her.
"Take your time, you deserve some time away from me," she chuckled.
"Andy, I'm marrying you, I don't want to spend a minutes away from you," he admitted. Andy chuckled, coming up with a quick response.
"Oh really? So you don't mind me tagging along for your bachelors party? I want to make sure that there's no strippers there."
"Sweetheart, the only one who I'd ever look at naked would be you. And besides, Ollie isn't allowed strippers," he laughed. She was happy that their conversation made a turn for the lighter. She smiled, reaching down and rubbing Molly's velvety ears. She stayed silent for a while, listening to Sam rant about the puppies. She questioned him playfully when he said that he was bringing her home a puppy of her own. She asked about Sara, her husband, she just wanted to hear his voice.
"Oh, crap, Sam. I have to go; I need to go to see Dr. Lowe. But I will talk to you tonight, okay?"
"Okay."
"I love you, and I miss you," she admitted. She walked into their room, pulling out jeans and a tank top.
"I miss you, too. And I love you. Oh, and Andy, you need to pick out a name for the puppy," she laughed. She angrily buttoned her jeans, wishing that they'd fit easier. She nodded, whispered her bye, and hung up.
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"Hey Traci," Andy greeted, climbing into her friends car. She buckled herself in, turning up the radio.
"Hey, sunshine," she responded sarcastically. "You look like crap."
"Thanks, Trace. That's exactly what I wanted to hear," she grumbled. Traci looked over at her, reaching her hand across and squeezing reassuringly.
"What's wrong, Andy?" she asked, hoping that the answer would be that she was just sick. Andy stared straight ahead, her eyes began watering.
"I don't know, Trace. I mean, what if I am pregnant? There's a possibility that it could be Luke's, 'cause of the kidnapping," she sniffed, a tear falling down her cheek. Traci reached over, giving her the best one-armed hug that she could.
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"Now, Ms. McNally, you said that you've been feeling sick, lately?" Dr. Lowe asked, inspecting Andy's eyes with the light. Andy nodded, fiddling with her hands. Dr. Lowe moved away from Andy, moving to write on his clipboard.
"Yeah, it only started two days ago, but I've been really tired, and I was wondering. Because me and my fiancé, you know, um," she stuttered, not sure how she could phrase it. Dr. Lowe nodded, understanding.
"We will do a blood test to see if you are, in fact, pregnant. So just wait for a minute, and I will go get ready," he explained, moving out of the room. Andy sighed, moving to lie down on the table.
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"Well, Andy, I want to congratulate you. You are, indeed, pregnant. About a month and a half along. I know it's big news, but I think you were expecting it. Anyways, we can make an appointment at the front desk with Bernadette. Any questions? We can give you a website or books to help get through the pregnancy, considering this is your first." He explained, his voice calm and cool.
Andy nodded, numb. Dr. Lowe nodded back, going to leave the room. But Andy spoke up, "I do, actually. I have some questions, about some, uh, stuff. You know what happened a little bit ago. And I, uh, I wanted to know if you could do the DNA test?" she pleaded, Crap, how am I supposed to break it to Sam?
"Of course, but we will have to wait until the baby is born. That is, of course, only if the baby doesn't clearly resemble the father. I have met Luke, he looks nothing like Sam. So, if the baby looks like you, or if you still want to, then we will do the test."
"Okay, let me just get ready and I'll go make an appointment."
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Duh, duh, dunnnnnnn! Sorta cliffy, I guess. Anyways, who do you think the daddy is? And if you have any doggy names for Andy's puppy, they will be greatly appreciated, but I do have an awesome name in mind! Happy Halloween by the way!