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I decided to catch Roxy at a really good moment and just tell her. I have the pregnancy test, so she has to believe me. I wouldn't be able to do shows for much longer. I'm gaining weight and starting to show, and I'm also beginning to panic. I finally catch her. She's just walked through the front door, and I let her go to the bathroom before I tell her the news. She comes out.
"Roxy?" I squeak nervously.
"Yeah?" She looks at me, and starts to look a bit frightened.
"Are you okay?" She says, beginning to examine me.
"You're freezing. You're really pale…Velma? Are you alright?"
"Velma?" She says again. I can tell I'm really scaring her.
"It's okay, I'm alright, I just need to tell you something…it's incredibly crucial and important that you know this now." I say.
"What?!" I'm driving her crazy, and she's panicking.
"I'm…I'm…" My voice trails off.
"WHAT? SPIT IT OUT ALREADY! YOU'RE SCARING THE CRAP OUT OF ME! ARE YOU ILL? ARE YOU GOING TO DIE? ARE YOU PREGNANT??" She yells.
I nod, tears brewing up in my eyes.
"Wait, what? You're…pregnant?" She looks confused for a second.
"Yes," I sputter, tears streaming down my face now.
"Almost four months. I'm sorry I didn't tell you…it's from my old boyfriend…before I killed my husband. I loved him so much…" I whisper. My knees buckle underneath me.
"Oh, Velma, it's okay. I'm not mad…well, I am kind of angry that you never told me, but don't worry…you'll be fine I'll be able to support us, I guess, for a while at least, She says as she helps me up, looking completely shocked.
"But…what the hell are we going to do with it after it's born?" She continues.
"I have no idea…yet. We can't take it to shows with us. Maybe if we can find someone looking for work? A good old nanny that will actually take care of it while we work? Maybe she can even live with us." I inquire.
"That's a good idea. But first…" She says as she leads me over to the couch,
"We need to work on clothes for you and we need to go to pregnancy and birth classes or something to prepare you…you can't just have it in the living room without knowing what the hell you're doing." She pointed out.
"Yeah, you're right," I said looking down at my stomach that was beginning to stick out.
"Have you been noticing that I've been gaining weight?" I asked.
"No, not really. Not until you scared the living shit out of me just now. I was starting to think someone told you you were going to die in half an hour or something." She said, chuckling.
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