Who: Ally and Sam Davies
What: Ally has some news to share!
Where: Davies abode
When: A few days/weeks ago?
Status: Finishing in comments?
It had been a month since Ally had found out she was pregnant. A month and she still hadn't told Sam. She wrung her hands as waited for him to come home from work. She was pacing but that had just made her feel nauseous. She was lucky that the morning sickness didn't kick in until after Sam had left for work, it was worse than it was when she was pregnant with Roger. She wasn't
hiding it from her husband, it just never seemed like the right time to tell him. Either he had a bad day at work, or came home late, or Roger was fussy or she just plain chickened out. She was so nervous! As far as she knew he didn't want any babies and ugh.
Twins. It wouldn't be so hard if it was just one baby. This was all his fault. His and his mutant twin genes and sperm. And the fact that he was so ridiculously hot and married to her and available to have sex with all the time.
Ally rested her face in her hands and let out a long sigh. "I don't know what I'm going to do! This is so bloody frustrating and ugh. Now I'm talking to myself bloody fantastic." She was very tempted to just bang her head against the table a few times but she figured that a headache wouldn't help the situation. So she settled for just putting her head down and letting it stay mashed face down on the table and let out an annoyed and frustrated moan.
Sam loved hanging out with Dimitri. Why? Because hanging out with Dimitri meant that he had someone to go to the pub with on a work night and not feel bad about having one too many beers when he knew he should probably be running home to go to sleep and wake up for the next day of work. It wasn't even like he was a big drinker---at all, actually; Sam rarely drank, and never around the house--but it felt good once in a while to unwind, and to have someone stomp on his conscience so he could do it at all in the first place.
It did, however, always seem to creep back up on him when he put the keys in to the front door. He
had told Ally he'd be out with Dimitri tonight, but---oh, the hell with it, his head was still swimming lightly with the effects of the alcohol. Why was he worrying about anything? She was probably in bed by now anyway.
Or not.
Well, at least he hadn't been expecting to run into her within five seconds of coming through the door. And---she looked stressed, damn it all. He was going to get in trouble, wasn't he?
Adopting the gentlest, I'm-a-good-husband tone he could, Sam closed the door and walked over to the couch. "Ah.. I'm home."
Ally had heard Sam putting the keys in the lock of the door, that was definitely a plus to muggle locks, it made it that much harder for someone to sneak into the house if you knew what to listen for. She was so tempted to put off telling him when he said that he was going out with Dimitri, but then she figured the timing probably wasn't going to get much better. At least she knew that he'd be coming home in a good mood. "Welcome home. Did you have fun?" she said trying her best to smile. Normally she would of gotten up and greeted him but then staying seated would be probably be for the best.
Why was she feeling sick, it wasn't even close to morning. She closed her eyes and swallowed attempting to calm her stomach before she looked back to Sam.
She wasn't expecting him to look so... guilty. He had that look he always got when he thought she was going to get mad at him. That just made every thing worse. He didn't do anything wrong.
"Sam" she didn't mean to interrupt him, she did ask him how his day was after all, but if she didn't do this now she'd put it off again. "Sam, we need to talk, well its more like there's something I need to tell you." she tried her best to keep her voice steady.
We need to talk. Could she have pick anything worse to say? That was not the way to start out this conversation. "I just... it's... I
really didn't..." she couldn't finish any of her thoughts and her stomach turned again. She was going to be sick. Ally pressed her face into her hands trying not to think about what Sam could possibly thinking. She really needed to just spit it out. Where was Giada when you needed her? She would have gladly shouted the news to anyone who could hear if Ally had allowed it.
"Ah... yeah, it was fun," Sam answered in a cautious tone, not coming any closer than he was just yet. His husband instincts were still telling him that he was treading on dangerous ground. Ally looked like she was trying her best to smile, but couldn't... crap, he hoped that didn't mean she was going to cry or---guilt him or---some other roundabout tactic to make him feel bad for having gone out.
Or no. No, she was just going to hit him hard with it. We need to talk.
He felt his stomach drop at those four words, because they never meant anything good. What had he done wrong lately, apart from tonight? Which---he still didn't think tonight had been
wrong per se, just slightly irresponsible---but that didn't matter, he should be dedicating his mind to figuring out what Ally would possibly have to take a serious tone with him over. What they need to talk about.
And then she started---christ, she
was going to start crying, and that sent a rush of panic through Sam because
what in the world could this be about? Figuring that right now the best course of action would be to be the best, most concerned husband that he could manage in his state of slight freak-out, he rushed to sit next to Ally on the couch and put his arm around her shoulders. "Hey, what is it? Come on, just tell me."
That's when Ally started to cry, Sam was such a
good husband. She really didn't know what she'd do without him. "Oh Sam, I swear I didn't plan this. I didn't mean for it to happen. The stupid potion must have been outdated or something. I really really didn't mean to, I promise." She turned to look at him only to see a confused look on his face.
"I'm pregnant." she said simply before gazing over at a picture of Roger that was sitting on the mantle.
"I'm pregnant and because karma hates me and I made the awful awful joke on April Fool's, its not just one baby its
two. And we
just talked about this too." Ally took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. "I didn't plan this. I know you wanted to wait. I'm sorry."
