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Myra often felt lonely with such a huge house. When Michael was gone it was only her and their pug Peach. Peach mainly kept by Myra unless she wanted a treat and would run to the end of the hallway barking until she got up.
Myra mainly stayed in bed. It was either that or she was throwing up in bathroom. She waited for the doctors phonecall but it never came. It was mainly her mother or Michael calling to check up on her.
Myra was halfway through watching Rebel Without a Cause, an old favorite of hers, when the phone rang. With a groan she paused the movie and got up. Peach looked up at her, disturbed from her nap at the woman's movement.
"Hello?" She asked, holding the phone up to her ear.
"This is Dr. Hastings," he greeted. "Is this Myra Jackson?"
"It is. Do you have the results?" She inquired.
"I have them right in front of me. Would you rather come down to the doctors office or I tell you now?" He asked.
"Tell me now," answered Myra firmly.
"Well," he began, making butterflies erupt in her stomach. "I am happy to announce you are one month pregnant."
It took the words a few moments to sink in. When they had, it hit her like a truck. The child she and Michael had tried for had finally arrived. Only they hadn't been exactly trying at that time.
"I presume you will tell your husband on your own?" He asked, breaking the silence.
"I will," Myra confirmed.
"Well, I wish you two the best of lucky and hope you have a good day," he wished and they hung up.
After she hung up with the doctor she hastily made another phonecall. It rang and rang until it clicked and it was answered.
"Hello?" The voice of her husband answered the phone.
"Hey," she began with a quick greeting. "I got the call from the doctor just now."
"What'd he say?" Michael asked.
"I'll tell you when you get home. It's a surprise," she laughed.
"Okay," Michael agreed.
Before long they hung up. Myra went back to their room and unpaused the movie. The scene of James Dean continued but she no longer paid attention.
Instead her thoughts were on her stomach. She thought of the child of hers and Michael's actually forming inside her at that moment. What would the child look like? Who would it look more like -- her or Michael? Would it be a boy or girl?
She then realized she would actually have to tell him. She didn't know how he would react. She didn't know whether he would embrace the child or run out.
She had seen those old school videos about single mothers -- she even knew some. The father had run away from them when they said they were pregnant and ahe didn't want that to be her.
As hour after hour passed Michael still wasn't home. She left the television on a channel as she stayed in bed with Peach. Eventually she fell asleep.
The sound of loud barking woke her up. Peach had darted away from the bed at the sound of maybe a door opening or a car pulling up to the house.
Myra, half asleep, got up to see what the big noise was. Peach stood at the door, scratching at it until it opened. Michael appeared from the door, shutting it behind him.
Peach jumped at his leg until he finally petted her. After Peach seemed satisfied he greeted his wife with a hug. They kisses briefly before they went to silence.
"What did the doctor say?" He asked again, not having forgot that Myra said she would tell him when he got home.
"Come on," she said, featuring him to follow her.
Myra walked into their bedroom where the covers were messy on one side. The title screen for Rebel Without a Cause was on the television. She say down on the bed and he placed himself beside her.
"So, the docotr called today with the results. I haven't told anyone else because you deserve to here it first before anyone else," she began, clenching her hands together nervously.
"Just tell me," he urged, taking her hand and holding it in his.
"There's no other way to say it, so. . ." she breathed, completely nervous. "Michael, I'm pregnant."
It felt as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders when the words passed her lips. She watched Michael for a reaction, but he sat there letting it all sink in. Finally a smile crept upon his face and he held her in a hug.
"I'm gonna be a dad," he breathed as if it was something he never imagined would happen. "I'm gonna be a dad," he repeated over and over.
"We're gonna be parents," laughed Myra.
"I wanna be the best dad ever," he said immediately. "I want our kid to have a great life."
"They will," she assured. "I'm sure you will be an amazing father."
"You'll be an amazing mother," he laughed, his hand placed on her stomach.
