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Miranda looked up at him grinning. "Of course!" she agreed. "Why wait? I'd rather get started and settled sooner than later." She looked back at the house. She took his hand and kissed her husband-to-be again. "Let's head back inside. Martha will be here soon."
She was excited again for their lesson. She wanted to be able to cook for her own family.

Miranda listen intently, keeping quiet so Luke's father wouldn't know she was listening in. Her jaw dropped at the way her love ended the call. She watched him laugh, then began to laugh as well.
"I can't believe you just did that!" she chortled. "How long to you think he'll be angry before he starts jumping for joy?" she asked with a giggle. "I probably need to call mine..." she mumbled.

Miranda chuckled at the mischievous look on her face. however she composed herself as the phone rang. It rang for awhile before a woman picked up.
"Hello?" her mother said in an absent manner. Probably working on some social event. "Hello, Mom." she said.
"Mir! Why haven't you call me sooner?" the woman scolded in her lightly accented voice.
"Well, I've kind been getting used to the love shack you threw me in. Very subtle Mom." she said sarcastically.
"How else way I to make sure you didn't ruin your life? We wanted you to start thinking about having a family at least. We thought you could learn something there."
"Well, I'm pretty sure you don't have to worry anymore. I've been wanting to settle down for awhile now." She winked at Luke. "I'm just annoyed you think you can force a man on me."
"Well if you really hate it there I'm sure we can find some better arrangement, with a man you'd rather be your husband."
"Too late for that. I'm already engaged and expecting my first child."
There was silence and a clattering sound. Miranda placed a hand over it mouth to stop from giggling. A faint "Carlos!" could be heard in the background.
"Ma?" Miranda called, biting her lip. There was no reply. "Don't think she's coming back for awhile." she said, hanging up the phone. Her face was red now from holding back giggles. She rested her head on the table shoulders heaving.

Miranda was gasping. "Tonight? Tomorrow?" she suggested. "As fast as they can with the amount of money they have." she said with sigh and a giggle. "Which means pretty soon."
Standing she went over to the fridge to get her something to drink. She felt a bit thirsty. While pulling out a soda she wrinkled her nose. "Ick. The fridge smells disgusting." she commented, closing the door.

Miranda smile warmly at the thought, hands on her belly. "Definitely. All this seems so surreal. Like a dream." she said, shaking her head. "We're getting married, having a children and our parents are coming."
She grimace and leaned on the counter. "Oh god, our parents are coming here." she groaned. "I think I'm going to be sick." She was nervous about that. How exactly were they going to explain everything? The thought made her stomach roll.

Miranda slapped the back of his head. "Not funny." she grumbled. He might be right though. She was sure the feeling would just go away though. His explanation only made her smile slightly.
"Or we could tell them both and can be equally mortified." she retorted. "I say stick with the first one. I'm sure are parents would like to pretend we were decent. Then again they did stick us here." she admitted. She took a deep breath hoping to calm herself. No use getting panicy now

Miranda smiled at that. "Well, it's too late for regrets now. You already knocked me up." she joked. "And you are not getting the ring back."
She took another deep breath and wiped her hand across her forhead, but frankly it wasn't working anymore. Her stomach started clinching.
"Okay... I think I really am going to be sick." she said, rushing to the bathroom.

The next morning seemed to come all too soon. Miranda groaned and turned over in bed. There was sunlight in the room. She could see it behind her eyes, however she was unwilling to open her eyes to it. Grabbing her pillow she pulled it over her head and tried to go back to sleep.