Thursdays at Eight. Debbie Macomber
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it happened—after the tremendous success of her first yarn sale. She’d been incredibly happy. Adam and Zoe had spent the night with her sister, and Julia and Peter had celebrated with a rare evening out, followed by an incredible night of lovemaking.
After providing the nurse with the necessary sample, Julia slowly dressed. Her fingers trembled as she fastened the buttons of her blouse. She’d just finished when Dr. Snyder came into the cubicle with the results.
Their eyes met, and in that instant Julia knew the awful truth. It was what she’d dreaded most. She was pregnant. Whatever Dr. Snyder said after that was a complete blur. She walked out of the office in a stupor and toward the parking garage.
The next thing Julia knew, she was at Benjamin Franklin Elementary, the grade school where Peter had been principal for the last four years.
“Mrs. Murchison, this is a pleasant surprise,” the school secretary said warmly.
For the life of her, Julia couldn’t recall the older woman’s name, although she’d been working with Peter as long as he’d been at Ben Franklin. Linda Dooley, she remembered. It was Linda.
“Is Peter available?” Managing the question demanded full concentration on Julia’s part. Her head continued to buzz, her mind skipping from one irrational thought to another. She’d left Dr. Snyder’s not knowing where she was driving or what she was going to say or do once she got there. Obviously, she’d made a subconscious decision that Peter, her calm and reasonable husband, would supply the answers.
“You go on in.” A look of concern came over Linda. “Is everything all right, Mrs. Murchison?”
Julia shook her head. Nothing was right. Her entire life was off-kilter. She didn’t want this baby, didn’t want to deal with this pregnancy. Churchgoing, God-fearing woman that she was, her reaction would have shocked all who knew her.
“Julia?” Peter stood when he saw her. “What’s wrong?” He left his desk and placed an arm around her shoulders, then gently guided her to a chair.
Julia sank down gratefully. Her legs had lost all feeling, and she felt on the verge of collapse.
Peter appeared to sense the gravity of the situation without her having to say a word. “What is it?” he asked. “Your mother?”
Julia shook her head again.
“Sweetheart, tell me.”
Her eyes and throat burned with the need to cry, but she refused to allow it.
“You saw Dr. Snyder?” her husband prompted.
She nodded wildly. “The flu…” she managed, willing herself not to weep. Tears humiliated her. She wasn’t like some women who used tears for effect. Nor did she look particularly fetching with red-rimmed eyes and a runny nose.
Peter’s hands clasped hers. “It was more than the flu?”
Julia whispered, “Yes…”
“It isn’t…cancer, is it?” Her husband had gone pale at the very word.
“No, you idiot!” she shouted, knowing even as she spoke how unreasonable she was being. “I’m pregnant!”
Peter stared at her blankly as though he hadn’t heard or, like her, didn’t want to hear.
“Don’t look at me like this is a surprise or anything,” Julia snapped. He was to blame, dammit! If he’d gone ahead with the vasectomy, they wouldn’t be facing this situation now.
“Ah…” Peter straightened and buried his hands in his pockets. “Were we planning on having a third child?” If this was an attempt at humor, she wasn’t laughing.
“This is all your fault…”
His frown slowly evaporated into a soft, teasing smile. “You’re joking, aren’t you?”
“Do I look like I’m joking?”
“No…” He hesitated, confusion in his eyes. “You’re really pregnant?”
Julia swore to herself that if he dared to smile again, she’d slap the grin off his face.
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