BY:FELICIA McFURRY AND ACE
At the garage, Jake and Chance had woken up early to get started on that day’s work. “Hey, Jake will you hand me that wrench?” asked Chance as he settled himself on the dolly.
“Sure,” said Jake as he walked over to the workbench and picked up the wrench. He handed it to Chance.
“Thanks,” Chance said and rolled under the car to start work on it. Jake leaned against the car to watch Chance. He slightly glanced over at the stairs hoping that Felicia would come down soon. Even though it was 9:00 am, she usually got up with them which was around 7. But for the past couple of days she wasn’t feeling so great. She was sick to her stomach real bad and couldn’t eat much. Jake was afraid that it might have been the flu bug that was going around and asked Felicia to go to the doctor but Felicia said that it was nothing and she wouldn’t go.
“Hey, hand me the screwdriver,” Chance said and reached out his paw from under the car to accept the screwdriver. But when Jake did not reply or anything, Chance rolled out from under the car. “Jake, the screwdriver.” He looked up at his buddy, and saw Jake’s worried look on his face as he kept his sight on the steps. Chance shook his head and said, “Jake, she’s fine.”
“No,” Jake said. “Being sick like that for more than 2 days is not fine. There’s something I wrong but she won’t go to the doctor. I don’t see why not.” Suddenly there a big thump from upstairs, the sound as if something heavy had fallen. Both Jake’s and Chance’s ears perked when they heard the noise.
“What the heck was that?,” asked Chance as he got up.
“Sounded like from upstairs…my bedroom,” Jake said, his eyes grew wide. “Licia!!!!” Jake sprinted up the stairs, Chance, a little slow on reacting, followed. When they reached the bedroom they saw Felicia trying to get back up off of the floor. Jake ran over to help her. “Licia, are you alright? What happened?”
“I don’t know. When I got up, I felt real faint and dizzy then all of sudden, I just collapsed,” said Felicia.
“Felicia, you are really pale,” said Jake. “You will please go to the doctor?”
“No, Jake, I am alright,” said Felicia as she let him help her stand up. But when she stood up, she felt real faint again and leaned on Jake a little to support her.
“Felicia, what are you afraid of?,” asked Jake.
“I am not afraid of anything,” said Felicia. “Just seems unnecessary.”
“Licia, you are really ill. Will you please go? For me?,” asked Jake as he looked into her blue eyes.
“Okay, Jake. I’ll go,” said Felicia.
“Thanks,” Jake said. “Do you feel like driving? Or do you want me to take you?”
“I can drive,” said Felicia.
“Okay, I’ll leave now so you can change clothes,” said Jake as started to walk the door where Chance was.
“Okay,” Felicia said. Chance walked back downstairs, Jake shut the door to the bedroom and followed him. Felicia watched Jake leave and frowned after he left. “The only reason why I don’t want to go to the doctor is because I know what is wrong with me and I don’t want them to tell me that I am right,” she said to herself. She sighed and then started to get dress.
2 hours had past since Felicia went to the doctor and Jake was beginning to worry about her. “Relax, buddy,” said Chance as he saw Jake watching out for Felicia at the garage door. The sun was beginning to set. “The doctor’s office was probably busy because of the flu bug going around.”
“Yeah. Maybe you’re right, Chance,” Jake said softly still looking down the salvage yard road.
“Hey,” Chance smiled. “I am always right.”
Jake chuckled. “Hardly,” he said and turned back around. “Well, let’s finish up that car in bay 2.” He and Chance started to make their way over to the car when they heard the sound of a car approaching the garage. Felicia’s teal Camaro pulled up.
“Licia!,” Jake said happily and ran over to the car. Chance followed.
Licia got out of the car and looked at Jake. She had a sad look on her face. “What’s wrong, love?,” Jake asked. “Is it worse than what we expected?”
“You could say that,” said Felicia she leaned against the Camaro.
“What is it?,” asked Jake with concern.
Felicia sighed and looked up at him trying to figure out on how to put it to him. “Jake, do you mind if we have another guest staying at the garage?,” she asked.
Jake looked confused by this question. “Huh? What do you mean? What does that have to do with your illness?” he asked.
“Is Isis staying here?” Chance asked.
Felicia shook her head. “Maybe I should do the direct approach. Jake, I am pregnant!” she said.
“What?!” both Jake and Chance said.
“Pregnant?” Jake asked as he started to shake.
“Whoa! Way to go Jakey!” Chance said as he smiled.
“Pregnant?! But, but how? How could this have happened?” Jake asked still in shock.
“Well..it certainly doesn’t just happen, buddy,” said Chance. “Didn’t your father tell you about it?”
“I know how Chance! It just seems unbelievable!” Jake said. “I am a father!!! Wahoo!!!!” He started to dance around happily.
Felicia just watched him and laughed.
“Whoa! Just think, after 9 months a mini Jake Clawson,” said Chance.
“Well, not exactly,” said Felicia which made Jake stop dancing.
“What do you mean?” asked Jake.
“Well I have been pregnant for awhile. So you have 7 months,” said Felicia.
“Congrats, buddy!” Chance said as he patted Jake on the shoulder and then walked into the garage.
“Oh, this is too wonderful!” Jake said as he hugged Felicia.
“Yeah. I love you,” Felicia said.
“I love you too,” Jake said as he kissed her. Felicia returned his kiss. Then they both pulled back. Jake’s hands went to her stomach and rubbed it, Felicia purred. ” Just think a little kitten, our kitten.”
“I know,” Felicia said. Jake pulled her close and held her. His arms wrapped around her. They looked into each other’s eyes. Felicia’s blue eyes locked with his brown ones. Jake pulled her face towards his and frenched her, she returned and they continued to. Chance looked out from the garage and saw them.
“Hey, love birds. Better stop or you will have another soon,” he said as he teased.
Jake broke away from Licia. “Chance!,” he said. Felicia laughed. Jake and Felicia walked towards the garage, holding paws.
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