"Stacy?" I called as I rushed over to her. "What happened?"
She looked at me, "Oh, welcome back, Ethan. How was work today?"
She didn't look like she was crying, though. I guess that was okay in a way.
"Work was fine." I decided not to tell her about the Gabrielle issue just yet. "You don't look so good. Was it that bad?"
"Well turns out that I am actually sick," she said nervously; her eyes refused to meet mine anymore.
"What?" I raised a brow. "Then exhaustion."
"No…" she said, still unable to summon the courage to tell me.
"Stacy, just tell me what it is," I said softly. "If you're scared of upsetting me, then don't. I'm not going to be upset with you."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
"Okay." She took in a deep breath and exhaled. "I'm pregnant."
There were the sounds of fireworks in my head, trumpet fanfares, and screams of joy. I had flipped twenty-four times in my head, and yet my body remained frozen in place.
"You okay?" she asked. "Your face looks frozen."
"I am," I said.
"You sure?" She was worried. "Was it that shocking?"
"Yes," I replied. "I can't believe it."
"Oh," she said as she hugged her legs. "I'm sorry."
"No not that. I was just…I can't…" I struggled to find the right words.
"You can't take responsibility, I know," she concluded. "That's why I apologized."
"What are you talking about?" I laughed. "I was just frozen at how good the news is. I can't believe I'm actually going to be a father."
"Wait, you're not upset?" she asked with a surprised expression.
I kissed her and said, "You'll make a lovely mom."
She blinked twice in disbelief, and her cheeks turned red as a tomato. "Thank God."
"And here I was thinking it was something else like you finding my childhood album." I let out a sigh of relief.
"Wait, are those here?" she asked.
"No," I lied.
I didn't want her to see how ugly I was as a kid.
"Hmmm." She didn't believe me but, thankfully, she didn't even try to argue with me.
"Wow…" I said softly. "I'm going to be a dad."
"You know the normal thing would be to panic, right?" she asked.