ThatOneArtisticChick

"It'll be fine, __________," you whispered to yourself over and over. "You can handle this..." You heard the small beep sound off from the electric stick you held in your hand. Holding it up to your eye level, you gasped. Positive. "O-Oh wow. I'm pregnant." Yes. Pregnant. Pregnant with your husband, Alfred's baby. You and the country of America, also known as Alfred F. Jones, had been married for about four years now. Somehow Alfred was the perfect guy for you. He was funny, caring, and supportive. You loved everything about him, and he loved the everything else about you. Now, you were carrying his baby in your stomach. You began to hav