Chapter 8

Note: I know this is a little bit of a jump, but I'm going to skip ahead, and pretend like the 3 weeks has already come.

June 8th,2011--3 weeks later

"I can't believe how fast these last 3 weeks have gone. It seems like we just got here, and now we have to leave" Margaret said.

"I know, but we can't stay here forever. We do have a life, and a family to get back to" Andrew responded. "Well, that's it. I think

we're all packed and ready to go."

They grabbed their suitcases, and headed down to the lobby to check out. They then drove from there to the airport, ready to head

back to New York--only this time they weren't just going back as boss and assistant--this time they were also going back as husband

and wife. And they couldn't have been any happier.

Andrew and Margaret had finally gotten back into their usual routine of waking up, getting ready, and going to work. It was wierd, but

people at work were actually treating them nicer now than they had before they had gotten married.

Things had just been going swimmingly, until--

June 18th,2011--1 1/2 weeks after returning from their honeymoon, 1 month after getting married

Margaret woke up not really feeling too good--she hadn't been feeling right for the last couple of days, it seemed. All of a sudden, a

wave of nausea swept over her, and she jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom, just barely making it to the toilet before she

started throwing up.

Her movements, plus the sound of her vomiting, woke Andrew.

"What's wrong, honey?" he asked, walking over, and standing in the doorway.

"I don't know. I felt fine last night, and then this morning," but before she had a chance to finish what she was saying, another

wave hit her, which again sent her vomiting into the toilet. "I just didn't feel right, and felt really nauseous."

"Mhmm" Andrew said, "well, we haven't eaten anything out of the ordinary lately. So it can't be anything you ate. You don't think it

could be...."

"What?" Margaret asked.

"You don't think that you could be...pregnant, do you?"

"Well, now that I think about it, I am late"

"How late?"

"Well, since right around the time we got married."

"Okay, I'll tell you what--I go drop by the store, and pick up a few pregnancy tests. You can then take them,

and if they are all positive, then we'll make an appointment to see a doctor just to make sure"

"Allright, honey. Hurry back, okay?"

"I will--I promise" he said, kissing her, before walking out the door.

After he left, she went over and sat down on their bed. She couldn't believe this. They had only been married a month--and now there

was a chance that she could be pregnant. She was a little scared, but also a little happy at the same time. Scared because it was too soon, but happy

at the thought that she just might have created a new life with Andrew, her husband and love of her life--how could that not make her happy?

It seemed like he had been gone forever, but finally Andrew walked back in.

"Did you get them?" she asked.

"Yeah here they are" he said handing her the bag. "Good luck"

She went into the bathroom and took all three tests. She had to wait 2 minutes for each test--6 minutes total. Just when she

thought she couldn't wait anymore, the timers dinged on all three. She went in and looked at them, a smile spreading across her face,

before heading out to tell Andrew.

She opened the door. He heard her, and looked up--an almost anxious look on his face. "Well?"

"Well, I took them all, and....."