Rueben rolled his eyes. "Pickles? With shrimp chips? Gross!"
Sally threw a pillow at his head. "Shut up! I just want pickles!"
Rueben shook his head and tossed the pillow back at her. "I'm going to go paint," he said.
"Get me pickles," she called after him.
He dropped the paintbrush on the driveway when he heard Sally scream. Racing inside, he called out to her and found her in the bathroom. "What is it?" he asked, grabbing her shoulders. He glanced for blood. "Are you hurt?"
Sally just looked at him and smiled. She handed him a little white stick with a line on it. "We're pregnant!" she said.
Rueben glanced at the stick and then into her eyes. "Pregnant? How?"
Sally patted his cheek. "Do we need to have a talk about the birds and the bees?" she teased.
Rueben glared. "I know how.. I just mean... I thought you were... you know... on the pill..."
Sally shrugged. "I am. But it's not fool-proof, you know."
Rueben's stomach dropped. Not. Fool. Proof... Baby...
Sally tapped her foot. "And?"
Rueben glanced back at her and tried to focus on her face. "And?"
"Are you happy?"
"Of course!" Rueben said and then the lights went dark.
Sally grinned. "But you did faint, Rueben. In the bathroom."
"Yeah, but that isn't something everyone needs to know."
"Like a little girl," Sally added.
Rueben glared. "I'm going to go get ready for work."
Sally grinned. "Now don't faint... but..."