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63. Baby News

Max and Liz's Apartment
(2012) Max is 27, Liz is 26

Max kicked off his shoes and closed the door behind him. "Parker?"

Walking past the kitchen, he put the keys on the kitchen counter and proceeded through the living room. "Baby? You here?"

They had decided to go out for dinner tonight, it being their anniversary, but he was running a bit late. "I'm sorry. I needed to ask the lecturer something and apparently so did everyone else."

He pushed open the bedroom door, removing clothes as he went to save time. "There was the longest line and this one girl was just not getting-"

His words came to an abrupt halt as he finished pulling his sweater over his head, which revealed his wife sitting on the floor; tears running down her cheeks with a shoe in her hand.

"The heel's broken," she whispered.

He paused. Why was she crying?

Slowly falling to his knees in front of her, he put his hands on her folded knees and looked up into her wet eyes. "Kitten, what's wrong?"

"It's my favorite shoe," she sobbed and pushed the shoe in between them for him to see. "I put them on to be ready when you came home and I must've stumbled or something-"

The palm of his hand encased her moist cheek. "Okay, don't worry. Maybe I can fix it."

She bit her lower lip, heavy tears hanging from her eyelashes as she firmly shook her head and looked skywards in resignation. "No...no."

Concern was starting to turn into fear. It was a situation that might have been laughable if it weren't for the fact that Liz was not a very materialistic girl and her tears were therefore scaring him more than serving as amusement.

"We can take it to one of those shoe people..." Max racked his brain for the right word; hoping that if he could just say the correct words she would stop crying. "You know, the... the shoemakers."

"And they were out of chocolate-glazed donuts."

Either Max had completely lost his gift in reading Liz or her body had been possessed in the hours since him leaving the apartment earlier that morning.

"Uhm...eh...that's too...bad?"

She wiped her hand across her face, looking so vulnerable that he just wanted to encase her in love in any way he could. "I looked everywhere. But none of the stores I went to had them."

"Would you rather stay at home?" Max asked, trying to figure out what she was trying to tell him. Because she couldn't just be talking about shoes and donuts. There must be something else behind all of this. There just had to be.

She turned tear-filled eyes to him and sniffled, "We're not going out?"

"Of course we are," Max assured her in a hurry. "I just need to get ready."

"I probably look horrible," she sobbed.

"No, no, you're beaut-"

"I didn't mean to ruin this night."

"You haven't ruined it-"

"But I just... I really needed some chocolate-glazed donuts."

Max frowned, his brain hurting from trying to decipher the code. "We'll try to find some on the way-"

She looked down at her broken shoe, sobbed and mumbled so he barely heard her, "I'm pregnant."

His world halted.