Travis Miles Fallout 4 Warning: Mentioned Pregnancy
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"What if they get mad?"
"Travis, we've been married for two years. They'll be fine, if not a little surprised. They'll probably guess that that's why we came over before we even say anything."
"Okay... but what if they get mad...?"
"They won't get mad, I promise."
I held his hand reassuringly, and knocked on my parents door politely. It opened before my hand was by my side again, and my mother smiled, pulling me and Travis into a hug. Travis shook my fathers hand, and I hugged hm, asking how he's been. He said they were fine. We came in, sitting in the living room. I sat next to Travis, who was always careful to keep his hands to himself around my parents. My mom came back with waters for all of us, then sat next to my father, tucking her legs beneath her, "So what are you two here for? You hardly come by unless there's a reason."
I chuckled, "Yeah..." I looked to Travis, "We kind of have some... big news." They both looked concerned, and I suddenly felt nervous. I could only imagine how Travis felt. "I'm pregnant."
They stayed silent, and Travis had his jaw clenched like he ate something that didn't agree with him. My mom smiled, "Are you serious?"
"Yeah..."
My dad spoke up, "How far along are you?"
"Almost a month."
My mother was ecstatic, "This is great! How do you feel, honey?"
I shrugged, "It's not so bad right now... When I get further along though, I'll have to stop working, and Travis will probably have to get a side job."
"Which I dont mind doing." Travis wrapped an arm around me, showing that he had relaxed some, especially since their reactions were good.
I reached my arm to hold the hand he had on my shoulder, and smiled at him a little. My mother put a hand on her chest and sighed, "You two remind me of me and your father."
My father gave her a confused glance, but didn't say anything. My mom sipped her drink, "So, are you two going to move? Get a bigger house for the baby?"
I knew Travis wasn't planning on leaving Diamond City, especially with his radio show becoming more popular. He spoke, "I'm thinking we will... There are bigger houses than the one we have now, but I'm thinking we might wait until after the toddler years to move."
I hadn't expected such a well-rounded answer, especially from him. It had shown that he'd given the situation thought. I smiled a little, and my father said that it wasn't a bad idea. The night went on, and we discussed things that usually weren't discussed until much later, like names and whatnot. They made us promise to come visit at least once a week or month, and we bid them farewell, until next time. I hadn't expected the night to go so well, but I was so pleased that it had.
