That Pen and All
She touched the little box in her pocket and smiled. She was so excited that every now and then her heart would get stuck in her throat.
The morning had been busy. She’d cashed her paycheck and rushed into the jewelry store. There, she was finally able to take her Mont Blanc Pen out of law-a-way. It had taken a year, but she’d finally saved enough money for the “I Must Have That Pen” pen. Then, she’d stopped off at the pharmacy and run home. She’d sensed a grand day ahead.
Once home, she went into the bathroom. She brushed her teeth and washed her hands and all. Then, she sat at the kitchen table a few minutes. She thumbed her fingers on the table. She broke down crying. She burst out laughing. Then she took the pen out of its lovely fancy box. She took a bunch of used wishes she’d been saving and keeping in a baggie. She put those into the pen box. Then she wrapped some tissue paper around the present she had, for her husband, and placed that in the pen box, too, and headed out the door.
They’d made plans to meet for lunch. When she arrived, he appeared to be patient but he was glancing at his watch impatiently. She sat across from him and held out the box.
“Your pen!” he exclaimed.
“Yes! My pen. My wonderful pen. Go on, sweetie, take a look. You won’t believe it!”
Tears were running down her cheeks as she watched him open the pen box and unfold the tissue. Tears began to run down his cheeks. She had given him the results of her home pregnancy test.
“Yes,” said the stick after all these years.