Widow's Shield

The Letter

Dear John,

I know we haven't spoken in months; I just wanted to let you know, I'm

Morgan ripped the paper in half with a grunt; she wanted to tell him that she was pregnant but can't seem to find the right words to tell him. She sighs it was already five pm, she's been trying to write since noon. She stood up and walked out of her home office to get ready for the party.

Ana cleared her throat, "Ready?"

"Not by a long shot." Morgan chuckled as she puts on her sweater, "But let's get this over with…"

"What?" Ana asked.

"What?" Morgan turns confused.

Ana shakes her head, "I've known you since well, since I could remember, I also know that you've been trying to contact John."

"How could you possibly know that?!"

Ana chuckled. "Come on!"

Morgan sighs, as Ana picked the lock of her parents' house.

Natasha stood by the door with her arms crossed and a frown on her face, as Morgan and Ana entered. "You really need to stop that, I gave you a key."

Ana smirked, "I know, but picking the lock seems more spyly."

"Oh haha," Natasha lead the two towards where everyone is, "very funny."

"And I thank you!" Ana bowed dramatically.

Cece sat next to Nathan and Ana turned to Morgan, "You know if you're having trouble revealing the truth to John by letter, Cece's a writer and she has a way with words…"

Cece smiled and raised her beer can up towards Morgan and Ana.

"Hey," Morgan approached, "can you help me with writing a letter?"

Cece nodded and takes a sip of her beer, "What's it about? And whose it for?"

"John… I wanna tell him I'm pregnant." Morgan sat down in front of Cece.

Cece spat out the beer, "That's great."

"Are you sure?" Nathan asked.

Morgan nodded.

"Okay." Cece stood up, grabbed a pen and paper, and scribbled, "How's this…

Dearest John,
I am pregnant with your child.

Love,
Morgan

Morgan looked at the paper, "Oh that's good. Thanks… I was, honestly, not gonna be straight forward about it, but this is so much better." Morgan turns around, "Now all I need to do is type and print it."

Then suddenly lights went out and music turned off.

"Looks like you'll have to do it the old-fashion way." Ana teased. Ana led Morgan to a room with an old-fashioned typewriter on a wooden desk next to an old-fashioned lamp, "Let's just say my parents use this when the wifi goes off."