“Babe, I think I am pregnant.”
Six words I wasn’t ready to hear.
“Are you sure honey?” I replied frantically, as I started to pace around the room.
“Yeah, I am pretty sure this is my third test, all positive.”
“Oh honey, I can’t wait!” I couldn’t believe what I had just said. Something that was the polar opposite of what I was feeling but I couldn’t let her down.
“I can’t wait to talk about the baby more when I get home; I have to go right now, I have a meeting.”
We exchanged terse goodbyes, and I hung up the phone and dropped into my seat my mental spine broken. I was overwhelmed with uncertainty. I didn’t have a meeting to go to, but I couldn’t have talked any longer. I needed some time to digest this news, and figure out how to approach the situation.

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This is the first post in the Sundry Sunday post series. It is a fiction short story that I will keep writing for as long I feel like, after I am done writing it, I will go on to another story, or post some poems or anything I feel like. i don’t really know where I am going with this. I am just trying to flex my creative writing muscles while school it out. Honestly I don’t expect it to be very good, I will take any critiques and helpful comments to make my writing better. Thanks for reading.

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