I gaze outside the window, trying to distract myself from working. The trees have started to sprout tiny pink buds that are ready to be born. The breeze that comes through is warm against my skin. There are clumps of snow here and there across our backyard. These are all the wonderful signs that spring is on its way, though the grayish clouds look like they'll bring one last snowfall.

I close the folder of papers on my desk, and put it away in the filing cabinet. I'm done working for today; I can't concentrate.

Making my way into the kitchen, I glance at the clock hanging above the TV in the living room. 5:19 it reads. Ally should be home by now.

I pour myself a glass of lemonade from a pitcher, and then I go outside and settle on one of the chairs on the back porch. Ally is always telling me how nice it would be to see our kids chasing each other around our large backyard, which is just another way of trying to convince me to give her one.

But lately Ally hasn't been bringing the subject up. Hopefully she has come to realize that I will never change my mind about the matter and she has given up. But that doesn't sound like the Ally I know and love. Ally has always been determined, never letting anything get in the way of what she wants, never giving up on anything she starts. So then why would she just stop begging me for a baby?

I ponder this question but can't come up with a good answer. Why would Ally stop begging me? We haven't talked about this for two months now, not since that night I got drunk. Maybe Ally thinks I'm not responsible enough? Hmm, I have no idea.

The soft slam of the door jolts me from my thoughts. Ally must be home.

I get up and make my way towards the door just as the first drops of rain begin hurling towards the ground. Maybe I was wrong about it snowing.

"Hey, Ally." I say making my way back into the living room. "Trish called saying that—," I stop when I see her.

Ally is slumped against the wall. Her face is paler than usual and her hair is disheveled. Her clothes are a bit wrinkled. In her hand she's clenching a piece of paper. She looks so out of place in our neat tidy home, that I know something is horribly wrong.

"Ally, are you okay?" I ask helping her sit on the couch.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She mumbles, while I race to the kitchen to get her a glass of water.

Oh my god. Oh my god. My mind is going a hundred miles an hour trying to come up with a reason she could be like this.

Ally takes a few sips of water, while I wait, trying not to overwhelm her with all the questions I have.

After a few minutes of complete silence my impatience gets the best of me. "Well?" I ask, wanting her to explain everything.

She closes her eyes, taking a few small breaths. "You're not going to like it." She says weakly.

"I don't care Ally; I want to know." I say scooting closer to her.

God, what could be so wrong? Have we lost the house? Did someone rob her on the way home? Does she…. Oh god. Does she want a divorce?

I hold my breath, clenching my hands into fists, waiting for her to start telling me what the hell is going on.

In the silence I hear that the rain has picked up, lashing furiously at the house.

Finally, finally after taking one last breath Ally starts talking.

"Okay, well I have bad news, or it could be good news depending on how you look at it, but to you it's certainly bad news." She says playing with her hair.

What the heck could be considered good or bad news?

Ally sighs. "Look Austin, you're going to get mad and upset about what I'm about to tell you but it's better if I get it over with, so—"

"What is it?" I practically yell.

"Like I said you're not going to like it." She says quietly.

"I don't care I want to know!" I tell her getting to my feet. I stare at her. She looks like she's on the brim of tears. What could be so bad?

She looks up at me. "I went to the doctor today and it turns out I—"

"Do you have a disease?" I interrupt her. Oh gosh I don't even want to think Ally might have a disease that will make her suffer.

"No. Of course not." She says softly. "I—"

What she says next is something I vowed never to hear.

"I'm pregnant."

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