Isaiah put away his toys in his toy trunk. He was getting hungry so, he wanted to go find his mommy.

"Mommy!" Isaiah said as he walked to find Margaret. "Mommy, where are you?"

The kitchen was right by Margaret's bedroom, so, when he didn't find her there, he walked over to her bedroom.

"Mommy?" Isaiah asked as he walked in. He gasped as he saw Margaret lying on the ground. "Mommy!" He yelled.

Isaiah ran over to Margaret and shook her. "Mommy, wake up!" He cried. Tears rolling down his cheeks.

Outside the house, Hannah had just arrived and was about to open the door with her house key when Khaila and Eddie arrived. Hannah smiled at them and said hello, hugging them both.

When Hannah pulled away from Khaila, they suddenly heard Isaiah crying.

"Mommy!" They heard.

Hannah's heart began pounding and she quickly opened the door. The trio rushed inside the house.

"Isaiah! Mom!" Hannah yelled as she went in search for them.

"Hannah!" Isaiah said as he ran to her. Tears rolling down his cheeks "Hannah! Mommy is sleeping on the floor."
"What?!" Hannah said as he guided her to Margaret.

By the time they get back to Margaret, she was pushing herself up into a sitting position.

"Oh my gosh, mom!" Hannah said as she kneeled down beside Margaret. "Mom, what happened?"

Khaila and Eddie followed close behind and were concerned when they Margaret on the floor.

"What?" Margaret said as she grabbed her head. She looked around and realized she was on the floor. "Oh my goodness! I...I..."
She closed her eyes and took a breath.

"Mommy!" Isaiah said as he lunged into her arms. Hannah tried to stop him because she wanted Margaret to have some air.

Margaret hugged him back and rocked him. "Isaiah, my sweet boy. I'm so sorry. I'm okay now."
"You...you wouldn't wake up, mommy." Isaiah cried. "I was so scared. I thought you were never going to wake up."

Margaret opened her and cried too. "I'm so sorry." She said again. "I'm okay, baby. I'm okay. I just fainted."

"Isaiah, let's give mom room so we can get her to the bed." Hannah said. "Okay?"
"No!" Isaiah said as he hugged Margaret tight.
"Isaiah, you can hug mom again when we get her up from floor and into bed." Hannah said as calmly as she could.

Isaiah looked at Hannah then grabbed her hand tightly. Hannah held onto Isaiah as Eddie and Khaila helped Margaret up and into her bed. Hannah then let go of Isaiah so he could lay next to Margaret. He rushed up onto the bed and held on tight.

"Margaret, have you still been feeling sick?" Khaila asked.

Eddie had stepped out of the room to turn off the oven and stove. The spaghetti was just now boiling over.

"Wait, you've been feeling sick?" Hannah asked.

Margaret sighed and nodded. "Yes. I was going to call my doctor on Monday to set up an appointment. But then today, it's gotten worse."
"Mom, why didn't you tell me?" Hannah said as she sat on the bed.
"I didn't want to worry you." Margaret said as she rubbed Isaiah's back. He was now calming down. "As I said, today made me realize I needed to see a doctor." She sighed.

"Let's go to the emergency room." Hannah said. "That way they can figure what's going on now. Don't wait till Monday, mom."
"I agree with Hannah, Margaret." Khaila said. "We're worried about you."

Margaret looked at their faces of concern and then at Isaiah. Her heart broke for him that he had to find her on the ground unconscious. She sighed then nodded.

After convincing Isaiah to let Margaret go, Margaret grabbed her purse and keys. Hannah was going to drive Margaret to the E.R.

Khaila and Eddie would be taking Isaiah to their home until Hannah calls with any news.

Isaiah of course didn't want to leave Margaret's side. Margaret had to have a little talk with him and reassured him that they would see each other soon. Isaiah finally agreed to go with Khaila after a lot of convincing.

"I'm sorry about dinner, everyone." Margaret said.
"Don't be sorry." Khaila said. "We'll get something to eat on the way home. Please keep us updated."
"I will." Margaret said. She then turned to Isaiah and said. "You be a good boy, okay?"
Isaiah nodded. "Yes, mommy. I'll be good."

"Alright. I'll see you soon." Margaret said and kissed his cheek.

Khaila, Eddie and Isaiah leave the house first then Hannah comes from the kitchen and into the living room. She hastily cleaned up the kitchen and now was ready to leave the house.

They walked out the door, Hannah locks it then they walk over to Margaret's car. Margaret gives the keys to Hannah then they were on their way.

Margaret looks out the window at the passing scenery. Soon the dizzy feeling is back so she leans back onto the headrest of her seat and closes her eye.

"You okay, mom?" Hannah asked when she Margaret. She was at a stop light.
"I'm feeling dizzy again but, yes I'm okay." Margaret replied, her eyes still closed.

The light turned green and Hannah drove on. She was really worried about her mother. She prayed that whatever her mother had, wasn't anything serious.

A few minutes later, they pulled up to the hospital that Margaret worked at. She hadn't been back since the incident with David's dad.

She was nervous to step foot inside but she wanted to face her fears. So, with Hannah by her side, she walked into the E.R. and was soon greeted by the nurses at the check in area.

Of course they recognized her and they gave her a room right away. Hannah stayed by Margaret's side.

After asking a few questions by one of Margaret's colleagues, Dr. Brian Grimes, the tests began.

The took a urine test and a blood test which they were now waiting for the result of those tests. So far, all the other things such as blood pressure and other vitals were normal.

Dr. Grimes checked on other patients while they waited for the results.

Margaret was feeling better now that they gave her an I.V. because she was dehydrated due to throwing up so much. She was wearing a hospital gown and laid on the bed that was in the E.R. room.

Margaret got lost in her thoughts and tried to figure out what was wrong with her. Now that she had time to think, she went over her symptoms.

"Let's see..." Margaret began her thoughts. "I have dizziness, I am slightly more tried now, I am extremely nauseous...the last time I felt this way....I..."

It then dawned on Margaret. She looked to her daughter who was now reading a book she had in her purse. Hannah had been too nervous to just sit there. So she grabbed her book to get her mind off of things until Dr. Grimes came back with the result.

Margaret looked away and shook her head. Her eyes wide. "No...it can't be. I can't be. Charles and I had tried for years to have another baby. We stopped trying when Hannah was ten. Then Isaiah came into our lives and he completed our family."  She placed her hand on her belly. "Oh gosh. Can I be pregnant now after all these years?! No. No, I'm forty nine years old. Maybe this is menopause or...or maybe it's something else."

Just then, Hannah's stomach growls loudly. Margaret turns to her daughter and chuckled.

"Hannah, why don't you go down to the cafeteria and get something to eat?" Margaret suggests.
"I'm okay." Hannah replied.
"Sweetie, I know you're hungry. This..." Margaret said as she motions with her hand to show the situation she was in. "...has ruined dinner for us. Please get something to eat. It could be a while longer before we hear anything."
"How about you?" Hannah asked worriedly.
"Well, I do feel better, but not ready to eat anything." Margaret said. "Depending what they tell me, if I'm allowed to go home, we can pick something up for me."

Hannah nods and smiled. She stands up and puts her book on her seat then walks over to Margaret. She gives Margaret a hug and a kiss on the cheek and was on her way.

Once Hannah left the room, Margaret continued her inner thoughts until a knock on the door interrupted her.

Dr. Grimes walks in and said. "Hello, Margaret. How are you feeling?"
"I'm feeling much better." Margaret replied. "So, do you have my results?" She asked nervously.
"I do." Dr. Grimes said.

Margaret holds her breath as Dr. Grimes opened up the test results. He reads over the results then turns to Margaret with a smile.

"Well, congratulations Margaret." He said. "You're pregnant."