Hey is this place still alive?
I was bored at work today so I decided I would try to write a drabble...well I got a bit carried away.
It's not quite a drabble and not quite a fic either. Anywho, here goes...
3:00am. Angela couldn’t sleep. She had too much on her mind. She needed to talk to Tony. She walked to his bedroom and knocked lightly on the door. “Angela?” She walked in and sat beside him on the bed. “Tony, we have to talk.” Tony sat up. “Is everything ok?” he asked worriedly (sp?). “Hum, remember the night of my birthday when we were both drunk and we let things go a little too far?” “Yeah?” “Well it turns out,” She paused. “I got pregnant that night.” She looked at him to see if she could get a reaction. “Are you sure I’m the father?” He had to make sure. “Yes, Tony. You’re the only man I’ve been with since Michael.” Tony got up from the bed and stood in front of Angela running his hand through his hair. “So what you’re saying is…” She stood up as well and took his hand is hers. “We’re having a baby?” he finished. “Yes. Unless we get an…” He interrupted her. He knew what she was going to say. “No. Don’t even say it Angela.” “But Tony there’s a lot for us to think about. What will we tell the children?” “We'll tell them the truth. Listen Angela; we don’t have to figure things out right now. Lets sleep on it and we’ll talk about it in the morning. OK?” “Sure. Hey Tony?” “Yes Angela?” She looked down at their still entwined hands, “Can I stay here with you tonight? I don’t want to be alone.” “Of course you can Angela.” He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead to show that he knew they were going to get through this just fine. “Come on.” He walked her to the other side of the bed. When he got in she immediately wrapped her arm around his waist. “Goodnight Tony.” “Night Angela.” He kissed her once again.