13. P*ssin On a Stick
Well, Darcy decided that I was pregnant, but we wore protection so we're good. I know she was expecting me to take them. So here I am, pissing on a stick. I have to wait five minutes to show Darcy I'm not pregnant and we can move on. "Hey Harry, can you give Darcy a bath?", I yelled but no reply. "Darcy, sweetie where are you?", I asked, really nervous now. "Mummy, I'm right here.", she said. Oh, she was outside the door and Harry was just walking the door. Okay, finally, I can show Darcy the tests. I picked them up and looked at them. Wait, what the fuck? Well, that's just the first one. I picked the second one up. "Harry! Get your ass in here!", I yelled. No, no, no NO NO! I already have a daughter, I don't need another. "What, are you okay? Are you hurt?", she said with panic. Now tears were streaming down my face. He looked at the tests. His jaw dropped and he shook his head. "Mummy, daddy what's wrong?", I heard Darcy ask. "Baby, mommy and daddy need to talk to you okay?", I said to her, crouching down to her height. She nodded her head and we walked into the living room.
"So, Darcy. Mommy has some news. Mommy is having another baby. So that means you're going to have a baby brother or sister!", I said, putting on a fake smile. Darcy was happy and I could tell the baby was going to be good for her, but she doesn't know the sacrifices that might have to be made. Meaning no more baby. She walked up to my tummy and put her hands on it. She smiled and said in the cutest voice,"Hi baby!" Harry smiled. Maybe this is us cleaning up the mess. Even though Darcy still has a lot more treatments, things might turn around.
yay! so happy happy joy joy! i seriously almost got sick writing this stuff. so anyways, i have determined the gender of the baby but i will ask for names in the next thingy cuz little styles will be popping out in the sequel! hehe sorry!