Portland woke from a nap nauseous. It could have been dinner the night before, as they came home and ate something from Parker's fridge. Which reminded her to clean it out. Upon cleaning it out, Portland found the Dim Sum from last night with a layer of mold on it. Ewww, she thought as she was carrying the bag to the trash.
Although she could blame the morning sickness on dinner, the couldn't explain the body changes. It was time to come to terms. She was pregnant.
Later that day, the house's doorbell rang loudly, startling Portland. Parker was the only person she was expecting, and he had a key. Outside a single white haired woman pressed the button again. "Hello," Portland said, opening the door. "Who are you?" The woman inquired. Portland was outraged. This woman showed up on her doorstep asking her who she was. She had to be crazy.
"I live here," Portland retorted.
The woman looked over her, "Sorry, I thought my son lived here." The woman turned to leave. "Wait," Portland called after her, "what is your son's name?" The woman stopped, "Parker." Portland was stunned. She really never talked to Parker about either of his parents before. Standing here with this woman made her realize how little she really knew about Parker.
"I'm Portland, Parker's fiance," Portland said, motioning for her to walk in. Inside, Portland could see the family resemblance. Lauren looked around the house, "Your pregnant." The woman's question was more of a statement. Everything about this woman was bothering her. "Yeah," Portland agreed, "but it happened after he proposed. We might have celebrated too much." Lauren smirked in a condescending way.
The woman was making her uncomfortable, and Parker wasn't home yet. "Why don't I have Parker call you," Portland asked in an attempt to rush the woman away. "No bother," Lauren sneered, "He'll just leave you quicker. Don't expect him to stick around." With her final words Lauren left. Portland clutched the portable radio willing to throw it at the other woman's head has she not left.
Portland could feel lunch coming up. She blamed it the other woman upsetting her. However, this time she wasn't lucky, as she soiled her shirt in the living room.
After changing yet again, Portland found Parker in the hallway. Late as usual. "We need to talk," were the first words out of Portland's lips. "My boss kept me, I swear, I'll call him," Parker protested. He knew he'd eventually have to tell Portland he was a criminal; he just hoped it wouldn't have been this early. Portland shook her head.
"What then?"
Portland looked Parker in the eyes, "Parker, I'm pregnant." Parker stopped in shock, "What?" Portland enclosed her arms around her belly, tightening her shirt. Parker could tell she was bigger. Parker squeaked in delight. "This is.. mine?" he asked, rubbing her belly. "We'd better rush that wedding."
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