"Margaret..." Charles said in an uncertain tone. "What is this?"
"Well, it's a, it's a baby." Margaret replied, "See." She pointed out the tiny dot that was in the picture.

Charles's eyes grew wide. "You're pregnant?" He asked in shock. He looked at her with wide eyes.
"I'm now nine weeks." Margaret said, feeling worried. It looked as if Charles wasn't happy.

Charles stood up and stared at the photo. "Wow...." He said beginning to pace, "We've tried for years after Hannah was born, and now...this is...this is..."

Margaret's eyes filled with tears; she started thinking that maybe Charles didn't want this baby.

Charles stopped pacing then smiled at Margaret. "This is wonderful!" He exclaimed happily.

He took Margaret's hand and made her stand up with him. He kissed her lips and Margaret's mood changed to relief. He lifted her in his arms and spinned her around. They laughed as he did so. He then put her down and kissed her again.

When they pulled away Margaret asked uncertainly, "Are you happy about this?"
"Of course I am." Charles replied, "I'm sorry if it seemed otherwise. I was just shocked." He chuckled, "I mean, we tried for so long after Hannah then becoming disappointed each time with a negative result and now, after years of not even trying..." he placed his hand over Margaret's belly. She smiled wide and placed her hand I've this. "...you're finally pregnant."

"I was shocked too when I got the results of my blood test back." Margaret said with giggle. "I couldn't even believe it at first. But then the morning sickness continued and it just confirms it. I'm pregnant!" She chuckled some more.

Charles had a wide smile but then his smile faded and he grew serious.

"Margaret, is everything okay?" He asked worriedly. "I mean, I...I hope you don't take this the wrong way. But I'm just concerned. We, we're not exactly...young." He hoped he didn't upset his wife. He was just concerned about her well being.

Margaret nodded, not taking his words as something negative. Because she too is worried.

"I went to see Dr. Morgan on Monday." Margaret said as she sat down on the the bed again. Charles sat down next to her to hear what she had to say. "She was surprised to see me in her office after all these years." She chuckled. "But, she was happy for us of course. She said that due to my age, she will want to see me every two weeks instead of the usual four weeks. Also, she said the baby and I are doing well and she wasn't concerned. I just have to take care for myself and just not push myself too hard."

Charles let out a sigh of relief and his smile came back. "I'm glad you and the baby are okay. Have you told anyone else?" He asked taking her hands into his.
Margaret shook her head no and said, "No. You are the first to know. I don't want to tell anyone until after twelve weeks. Just in case." Her eyes fell to the floor and she got emotional. She was scared for the next seven and a half months. Anything could happen, but she wanted to remain positive. "But after twelve weeks, I want to tell Hannah then we will tell Isaiah. I want to tell him apart from Hannah. I don't know how he will react. So I'm worried. After him we can tell everyone else." She smiled a little.

Charles caressed her cheek and smiled. "I'm sure Isaiah will be excited to be a big brother. And okay, we won't tell anyone until then."

After a while, Charles then grew upset and sighed.

"What's wrong?" Margaret asked as she looked at him.
"I wish I didn't have to leave Sunday night. I don't want you to be alone during this time." Charles said sadly.
"I'll be okay." She replied with a small smile. "Just three more weeks and you will be home for good!"

Charles nodded then smiled. "You're right. Those weeks will go by quickly. I hope."

Margaret chuckled then kissed his lips. They made out for a while before things got more heated. They then made love that night before falling asleep in each other's arms.

Sorry for the short chapter but I felt it should be left there lol. More chapters to come really soon.