Friday Morning

"Chris, I need to go to the doctor," I said.
He looked at me with a puzzled look.
"Why?" He asked.
"I.. I just.. need to ask her a very important question."
He looked over at the clock on the wall and looked back at me.
"Come on then, let's go."
*Time Laps*
"Sarah, I've gotten your test results back, and it looks like, you're.."
She didn't finish her sentence.
"She's what?" Chris wanted to know.
"Well, you're.. pregnant."
I looked at Chris, and then at my stomach.
"How far along?" I asked.
"Well, only one month. So, you could abort the baby if you wanted."
Chris quickly looked at me.
"I want to keep it," he said.
I looked at the doctor and nodded my head. If Chris said we were keeping the baby, then that meant that we were keeping the baby.
"I'll just quickly write up some things that you need to start eating to give the baby all it's nutriants." Dr. Christine said, while walking out of the room.
Once she was gone, I turned to Chris.
"Are we really keeping the baby?" I asked.
He looked at me, almost mad. "Of course we're keeping the God damn baby!"
I cringed under his hateful words.
"I'm sorry I snapped. I just.. I can't believe it. Our first kid," he said.
I looked down at my stomach and placed a hand on it. When would I be able to feel my baby kick? When would I be able to hear my baby's heartbeat? And when would I be able to see my baby on the ultrasound?
"I love you," Chris interuppted my thoughts.
I pulled my hand away from my stomach. "I love you too."