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I stood in the bathroom, looking at that pregnancy test. "C'mon, let's go!" I said.
Then suddenly, it showed that it was positive "Holy Hexedecemile!" I wasn't sure why, but I was pregnant. And I HAD to tell Tony about this.
As I strolled down the hallway, my mind was going everywhere, I worried what Tony would think. What if he doesn't want to be a father? What if he leaves me? What if I have a...miscarriage?
I finally made it to the living room, where Tony slept on the wall.
"Tony!" I said, but he just kept on sleeping. "Tony!" I repeated, again, still asleep.
"Tony! C'mon! Wake up!" I said, starting to get a bit annoyed. He just sleepingly grumbled.
"Tony! I have something important to say." I said, going from annoyed to angry. "Just text me, please." he said sleepingly.
"ANTHONY! I AM SERIOUS!" I growled at him, he finally woke up. "Okay! Okay!" he said. He knew what was up.
"Geez! When you call me Anthony, it means I'm in big trouble!" he said, "You bet!" I said, crossing my arms.
"Well, what is the important thing you wanted to me to know?" he said, "Tony, I...I'm pregnant." I said, stuttering.
Tony briefly looked shocked, like he just saw a dead body. But it quickly turned to a smirk "Heh! Nice try, Sketch! You almost got me! As if it were even posi-" he said, before he noticed the color of my eyes.
They were white, meaning I was nervous. He knew at that point that I wasn't lying.
"Your-Your eyes are white! So it means...Egads! Are you sure? Is it for real?" he said, worridly. "Yes, it is." I said.
"I just took a pregnancy test and..." I said, but before I could finish. Tony scooped me into his gloved hands, he was so happy, tears of joy leaking down his clock face.
"Sketch! This is the happiest day of my life!" he said. "I love you, Sketch! I love you so much! You've made me the happiest clock on earth!"
"Whoa there, Tony! You might need to slow down!" I said, he quickly put me down and started looking worried.
"Oh! Sorry! I didn't hurt you, did I?" he said, "No, Tony. But this isn't the problem." I said.
"Problem? You mean, 'cause we're just talking objects, you think this wouldn't be possible?" he said, worridly. "That wasn't what I mean't." I said.
"I don't understand..." he said, "Tony, please! Don't make things worse for us!" I said.
"Sketch...What are you talking about?" he said, I sighed and told him.
"Tony, I...I don't know if I'll be a good mom!" I said, "Why would you think that?" he said, worridly.
"Well, first of all, this just came out of left field! We don't have reproductive organs! So this shouldn't even be biologically possible!" I said.
"Secondly, I fear our child might be, well, you know? Some kind of freak?" I said.
"Finally, I don't know much about parenting! So I'm worried we might not be able to take care of him or her!" I said.
"Sketch..."
I felt a pair of arms grab me and pull me close.
"I think you'll make a great parent"
I opened my eyes and Tony was hugging me
I closed my eyes and buried my face in Tony's arm. I knew that with Tony around, he could help me through the six months of my pregnancy.
That's why I love him, he's always there for me, no matter what.