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She hated airports. More than anything in the world. Something about them being unsanitary. Even when I pointed out that public restrooms were always more disgusting than an airport, she'd only reply, "Yeah. But you can't catch a cold from walking into a public restroom."


"Hey. I'm really going to miss you." I said, moving one hand from the steering wheel and placing it on the volume knob of the radio. I turned the dial towards me, and the music that had been playing fell silent. I placed my hand back onto the steering wheel. Glancing over at her, I noticed that she was fighting back tears. "Don't cry; it's only going to be for a month."


She didn't reply. I glanced at the traffic light above us. Red. All around us were cars filled with people off to their daily life. Of course there would be traffic the morning I had to leave. It wouldn't be Chicago if there wasn't traffic. I never minded traffic when she was with me. Usually, she'd talk to fill whatever silence that takes hold of the car, the one even the radio can't fill, but she'd not said a word since last night.


"What's bothering you? It can't be the fact that I'm going to be in an airport. I know even you can't hold a grudge for something as petty as that." I said, tapping the gas petal as the light turned green. The car behind us honked. "Is it because I took the job before telling you? I thought you wanted me to always go after the jobs that came to me."


Silence. I glanced over at her again. She was glancing out the window, her lips firmly planted on her open hand. Her elbow was awkwardly propped on the door, and her wavy blonde hair hung over her face.


I tried again. "Can you please say something? I'm going to be gone for a month."


"I'm pregnant."


I slammed on the breaks. Honks from agitated drivers all around me sounded off like war cries. "What?"


"Drive, Philip. You're going to get into an accident if you do something like that again."


I could sense the annoyance in her voice. I released the break and let my foot ease onto the gas petal. "You're pregnant? When did you find out?"


"Last week. When you told me you were going to Hong Kong."


"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"


"Because I didn't want something like this to take away from you going halfway across the world. You're going to be doing something amazing and important. If you decided to back out of the job because I told you, I wouldn't be able to live with myself."


I tried to speak but faltered. "I wouldn't back out of the job."


She didn't say anything. I took one hand off the steering wheel and placed it on her head, smoothing her hair. A few silent tear drops fell from her eyes.


"Don't cry, Rach." I whispered soothingly. "This is good news."


"A few months ago, you would have given my money to go and get an abortion. You yourself said you weren't ready for kids." She replied.


"I may not have been ready for kids, but I wouldn't do that. I'm not that much of an asshole."


She fell silent again. "This is going to change everything." She said after a few moments.


"Kids usually do." I replied with a smirk. She shot a glare in my direction, wiping the smirk off my face.


"You're not going to want to take jobs now because you're worried about me. My agent isn't going to want me to go on my scheduled book tour because he'll be worried about me. And once the baby is born? We're not going to have time for anything anymore."


"I can take jobs around the house. There's a lot of work for an architect of my experience. And, I'm sure Mark will still let you travel. He wants you to sell books."


I pulled into a parking spot in the airport parking lot. Turning off the car, I turned to face her. She began to bite her lower lip as she looked at me. "Can we do this? Raise a kid?"


"Why not?" I said, reaching over and tucking her hair behind her ear. She smiled softly.


"Let's get you into the airport. The sooner you leave, the sooner you'll be back." She opened her door and hopped out of the car, running over to the hatch. I yanked the keys out of the ignition and opened my door, sliding out of my seat. Closing the door, I walked over to the hatch. I popped the key into the lock and turned, lifting the hatch door up. She grabbed my carry on as I grabbed my suitcase. As I closed the hatch, she walked over to her door and closed it. I tossed her the key and she caught it with ease. She locked the door and walked over to me. With one arm, I pulled my rolling suitcase behind me. With the other, I looped it around her shoulders, pulling her in closer to me. I could feel the tense feeling in her body dissipate.


We made our way over to the doors, watching as people passed by us without a care in the world. As I let go of her shoulder and took the carry on from her hands, she threw her arms around me, burying her face into my chest. My arms wrapped around her, one hand finding the back of her head. I stroked her hair softly as she cried into my chest.


She pulled away after a few minutes, her makeup s|||OMFG! That was truly amazing. When I first started reading this I thought it was going to be some boring bull ** but when I started reading it more it was very great! You should SO write more. :)|||I think it would be better to start with the characters name than She! other than that really good!





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http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;鈥?/a>|||Good, but the part where she says she didn't want to stop him from taking the job is slightly unbelievable; she can't be more than 3 months into pregnancy if she just found out, and that's no reason to stay home. If it was six or seven months in, then yes, definitely.





But it's off to a good start! It is very enticing, and I would love to read more. Good luck. =]