Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
Her foot was going a hundred miles a second, she swore it was. "C'mon..c'mon.." She sat on the closed lid toilet, her blonde curls touching her arms that she was leaning on. In her hand was a thin little stick, that suddenly had two bright pink lines visible. She sucked in a breath, her eyes were huge. "No!" She had the dorkiest grin she couldn't wipe off for the life of her.
"Oh, Shane will be home soon, and then I can take him out to eat, and tell him he's gonna be a Daddy, and oh my gosh, yes!" She hid the pregnancy test in her bedside drawer, and squealed as she called her mother.
It was finally dinnertime, and she sat in the living room, eagerly awaiting her husband's arrival. "C'mon, where is he?" She glanced at the clock again, but this time when she looked in the driveway, she saw his black F-150. "Shane!" She squealed, and looked up to the front door, smiling as she heard the doorknob.
It just wasn't flowing like it used to. The music, it was clogged up in his head, and there was no shaking it out. Maybe he was done for, wouldn't be a surprise to him, but maybe this was it. First his kid, then his career, then maybe.. his wife.
He wondered where she might be, and set down his guitar gently from his hands, and peered out of his office door upstairs, and examined his surroundings.
Nope. She wasn't upstairs.
He shyly stepped out of his boundaries, and padded down the carpeted stairs, traveling to the kitchen where he nonchalantly poured himself a cup of whiskey, knowing he'd need it if she wasn't in his immediate vision. "Love?" He asked, peering into the living room cautiously.