After the doctor had left, Deb collapsed in Mike’s arms. He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed.
“This can’t be happening” she sobbed, desperately. “I can’t be pregnant, Mike. Not from him…not again”
Mike sank down on the bed, and wiped her tears with his thumbs. “It might not be his” he mumbled softly, mischievously, and hopeful.
Deb looked in his eyes, and he gazed back at her.
“Think, Deb, think really hard. When was the first time Du felt sick?” Mike urged.
Deb looked down, thinking, reminiscing, and then looked up again. “It was before” she whispered, dramatically.
Any other person would’ve wondered what she meant Von that, but Mike knew exactly what she was talking about.
Deb shook her head, confused. “We only did it once” she sighed, in disbelief
“Yeah, well” Mike shrugged. “Sometimes, once is enough. That means you’ll have to Bewegen in to my place, because we’re not raising our child in a motel room”
“What’s wrong with my place?” Deb argued. Mike raised his eyebrows. “Okay, fair enough” she gave in. She narrowed her eyes. “Where do Du live?”
“Woodbridge, Virginia” Mike replied. “Does that sound appealing to you?”
“Everywhere Du are sounds appealing to me” Deb replied, and she gave him a kiss.