Post by Danielle Basch on Mar 7, 2018 17:48:09 GMT -5
Basch Residence
Carlsbad, CA
Sunday, March 4, 2018
Danielle watches as the timer on the bathroom counter slowly ticked away. Every second that goes by feels like an eternity as she drums her fingers against the counter.
Danielle: These are going to be the longest three fucking minutes of my life...
She looks at the timer again; only 15 seconds have passed. She fights the urge to cast her gaze to the blue and white stick on the far end of the counter.
Danielle: Nope... I’m not gonna look until the timer goes off....
She starts to pace nervously across the white marble tiles of her bathroom floor, then growls in frustration as she forces herself out of the room. Not even paying attention to where she is going, she finds herself slamming face first into the massive chest of her husband. With her voice muffled, she whimpers softly.
Danielle: Ow...
Donovan: Well, hello to you too, Nixy....
Danielle pulls back, looking up to smile sheepishly at her husband, an equally sheepish chuckle spilling from her mouth.
Danielle: Sorry, Donny... I wasn’t watching where I was going.
Donovan: Not that I’m complaining, of course.
He can sense the nervousness in his wife’s voice. Reaching to put his hands on her shoulders, he notices that she’s shaking.
Donovan: Danielle, are you alright? You’re trembling like a Chihuahua in the snow!
Danielle: Um... I...
Donovan: Well, we can talk about it in a minute. I need to use the bathroom....
Danielle: WAIT! Don’t go in there!
Donovan: Danielle, you know I could easily lift you and move you out of the way. Now let me pass!
Without even waiting for Danielle to move out of the way, Donovan grabs her and lifts her effortlessly, gently placing her back on her feet a few feet off to his left. She watches, frozen in panic as Donovan walks into the bathroom.
Danielle: Fuck me sideways....
After a long moment of agonizing silence, Donovan emerges from the bathroom, a look of pure shock on his face. Blinking his eyes, he points toward the bathroom counter, barely able to get the words out.
Donovan: Danielle... is... is that... what I think it is?
Danielle: Um... now don’t panic. I’m still waiting for the timer to go off before I can look at the results. And actually, I’m kinda glad you’re here; when the timer goes off, we can look at the results together.
*DING!*
Danielle and Donovan freeze, unable to do anything but stare at each other, neither of them seemingly able to take even the slightest step toward the bathroom counter. Finally, Danielle takes a deep breath, then steps into the bathroom.
Danielle: Well, here goes....
As Danielle reaches over to pick up the pregnancy test, Donovan takes a moment to ponder every possible outcome. He of course thinks about what this would mean for Danielle; she’d have to step away from the ring, naturally. It would mean giving up the championship she had fought so hard to finally win, which would absolutely crush her.
But then...
Like a ton of bricks, it hits him... the sudden realization that he would be responsible for another human life. The color begins to drain from his face as his eyes open wide. For the first time in his life, he's unsure if he'll be able to handle it.
Danielle: Donny, come in here and look at this....
A massive lump forms in his throat as he turns to look at his wife. He forces it down, then makes his way toward the bathroom counter....