Magic Number Three

Magic Number Three - chapter two

Third Times a Charm.

When I had finally gotten over the shock I decided I would get back to work. We still had a load of work to do and the report was due in the next day. By the time nine o'clock came round we decided to call it a day. Aaron and Lorraine told me to take the day off tomorrow, saying that they would finish off and that I had done more then my share already.

I just nodded. Suddenly the daunting prospect of going home and telling Lee that we were going to have a baby made me want to curl up into a ball and hide. It was almost as though if I actually said it out loud it would change things. Like the baby would suddenly appear from no where. Because I hadn't admitted it yet. Lorraine had put two and two together and Aaron obviously over heard her gushing so he just congratulated me and left me too it. He wasn't big on emotions.

He didn't like the idea of working with two girls at first, but once he realised I wasn't exactly like most girls he warmed up to us. You see growing up as one of three and being the only girl you kind of have to toughen up and inevitably I was going to end up a tomboy what with the strong male influence in my house hold.

I drove home in a daze, which in high sight probably wasn't the best thing to do. After all it wasn't just my life that was in danger it was also my unborn childs life at risk too. But I managed to get home in one piece.

I guess I must have looked like hell because Tony the door man to our building gave me a funny look. I just ignored it and carried on walking to the elevator and pressed the number for my floor.

I stood there waiting as the elevator took me to the top, and thought about how I was going to approach this subject. Do I just come out with it randomly. Do I sit him down and tell him. Do I not tell him at all, wait until the doctors confirmed it and then deal with it. Do I go up to him and blurt it out as soon as I enter the flat. Do I...

I didn't get to think of another option as the doors dinged open, and the little over voice announced the floor I was on.

I had always wondered where they get those voices from. How do you get into becoming the voice of the elevator? Was it a well paid job? Or did you just get paid once and they would just get to recycle your voice forever? It didn't seem too much fun to me anyhow, so what did it matter.

I routed through my bag for my key as I walked down the narrow hallway. My flat would have to be the furthest away from the elevator wouldn't it. And my keys would have to be at the bottom of my bag just were I couldn't quite... ahh got them.

I stood in front of my door, hesitant to go in. I still hadn't decided my plan of action yet. But I couldn't very well just stand out here all night. What happened to my tackle problems head on attitude? What happened to all my confidence? Had the baby sucked it from me? I highly doubted it. So why couldn't I carry out the simple task of putting the key in the door and walking into my home.

It was silly, I had nothing to worry about. Right? No I didn't. Lee was going to be ecstatic when I told him. Over the moon in fact.

With all my fears forgotten I unlocked the door and stepped into the hallway. Music filtered through from the kitchen and distinctive smell of garlic bread and tomato pasta wafted through. My stomach rumbled at the prospect of eating. I hadn't eaten properly for a few days, finding it hard to keep things down which I now found out to be because of morning sickness, which by the way isn't just in the morning! They lie to you when they tell you that.

For once this week I wasn't feeling queasy from the smell of the delicious food and I was glad that Lee had decided to cook, and just at the right time too. Usually we ordered in because of my long hours and me never knowing when I'll be home. I guess today Lee must have had an inkling that I would be home by now. Which made me smile.