Margaret sat on the edge of the bed twiddling her thumbs. Andrew had to stay late at the office every night for the last 2 weeks. He hardly had time for her due to the stress of his weekly meetings. They hadn't done more in the bedroom than sleep since their honeymoon. She smiled reminiscing the magical night. They were they so full of each other. She spent the whole trip in Long Beach taking in the fact that she had someone to love her unconditionally. She had a whole family at that. She went from having no one to write her birthday card to a whole family to wish her Merry Christmas. Better than that, she was sharing it with her new hubby.
Now she sat with this secret growing inside of her that she couldn't wait to let spill, yet she had to find the perfect moment. This first experience could only happen once and it needed to be perfection. Her plan was to wait out the night and then when Andrew go home to ease into telling him. He had three nights off. Surely she could find a simple time to tell him.
Friday 5:30 pm
Margaret was home making dinner at their 1 room apartment in downtown New York. She left the office early around noon to be home and have everything ready when Andrew finally got their. When he came into the dimly lit room a little after 5:30 he found Margaret sitting at one end of the couch with the TV off and no sound in the room at all.
"Hey, wat'cha up to?"
"Just waiting for my prince charming to capture me and take me away with him."
"Oh, so should I leave?" He asked her, jokingly.
"Stop it!..." she said, giggling, "You know you're my one and only."
"Oh, I am, am I?... Then prove it." He told her, chasing her to the bedroom. He couldn't help but grin at her school girl giggles that lasted on well into the night.
Margaret awoke with her head resting on the chest of Andrew Paxton, hubby of 2 months and 15 days. She rose from the bed to go get refreshed. In doing this her absence woke Andrew. "Sorry, hun. Didn't mean to wake you, I was on my way to take a shower."
"Oh, really? Let me help you." He said lifting her lavender night gown over her chestnut hair. Then stood in the doorway admiring her as she stepped into the shower. He couldn't help but notice the slightly noticeable swell above her belly button. "Sweetie! When were you going to tell me!"
"What?" Margaret replied, out of breath, caught by surprise.
"You're pregnant… Margaret… say something."
"Yes, but I couldn't have done it without you." She said, glowing.
"Oh, baby. You should have told me right away. What were you waiting for?"
"A less stressful time for you." She said, looking guilty.
"Honey, I know our jobs are stressful, but our baby is far more important than any late night at Colden's." He reassured her, his gaze falling to her abdomen once again.
"I'm sor… I didn't… I wanted to…" she started to sob feeling like she had made him an outsider in their relationship.
"It's fine… calm down. Hey Margaret, guess what?"
"What?" She asked, looking at him with glassy eyes.
"You're pregnant." He told her.
She looked at him with her big brown eyes, "We're pregnant."