A gift of love - act 3

Margaret sat in silence in the porcelain covered bathroom her mother had loved so much. It was a clean place to such a dirty task. She slipped the thingy under what used to be her warm soft place that now seemed so cold and hard she hated it but she went ahead as she had to know.

When she looked down it was just as she thought – another defective device. It read positive when she had bought the damn thing to read negative. She yelled at it to work…

“Are you alright in there Margaret,” yelled her mother askance.

“Work…work…work…damn it…”

“Margaret honey...”

Margaret opened the door slowly and peered out. Her tears were heavy and heart was hollow and if ever she needed a mother she would need one now.

“Mom,”

“Yes Margaret,”

“I’m…I’m fucking pregnant.”

Margaret’s mother pulled her in close and began to tear up as well. She grabbed Margaret’s shoulders sternly and lifted her chin.

“This is wonderful news. This is a gift.”

Margaret lifted her stomach. Her faint smile said much more than her words would. Nothing had brought mom and daughter together like the knowledge that she would be a single lesbian mommy by Christmas.