A boy would be nice. Frank said that. Frank said that! Her husband thought that a boy would be nice, and he wasn't running away screaming about having to go to work and thinking that he was never going to return. He was here! Frank was here, watching the vial along with her, waiting for the results.
Alice wasn't sure why she'd pictured her husband acting so violently. Maybe the fact that he said no to a cat a few weeks ago tipped her off, but she did figure that a cat was simply not the same thing as a baby. A baby was something you decided to make and grow and raise together, something that you wished to pass on your traditions with and help become a better person than you were.
See, cats just ripped up your furniture when they were mad at you.
Though, a baby could probably do the same, but that really wasn't all that was on its mind.
Oy, these tangents were getting ridiculous, when was this potion going to go off---
She nearly dropped it when the vial started sparking blue. Alice stared down at the small bottle of glass in her hands, waiting for her brain to put together what its reactions meant. The sparking meant---yes. Yes, she was pregnant. And the blue---a boy, it was a boy, she was pregnant with a boy. Alice looked up at Frank, eyes wide and mouth pressed shut as her heart attempted to thud right out of her chest. Her mind, in all of the insanity she had just been going through, was completely dark and blank except for the sparks of blue.
"Frank."
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