Like Howard Jones Said: Things Can Only Get Better-- Chap 1 Episode 8

The unforced threesome did seem to cool Derick's ardor. He only called three times in the month that followed. And, although Michele has been promoted a few times, her boss still thinks it is totally hilarious that Michele looks like a clown 8 hours a day. Could things get worse? Of course they could. The doorbell rings.

"Oh no!, Not Derick again!" Michele exclaimed to no one as she was alone. She should have been so lucky. It was Jerome's mom, Mrs. Gratz. She did not waste time or pull punches.

"You brazen hussy! Look at you, eating food on the porch like the low class whore that you are!"

"Um, what?"

"The whole town knows what you did to poor Derick. You will not be doing the same to my son!"

"I think you need to back the fuck off of me and ask your son exactly what happened with Derick."

"How DARE you?!!"

"I wear clown make-up every day. EVERY DAY!!!! I don't need this shit!"

Admittedly, Michele did not handle that encounter very well. She was not handling many things very well lately. Her emotions were just a tad out of control. And the eating. That was one thing Mrs. Gratz was totally right about. She could not stop eating. Uh oh.

Michele took a trip to the bathroom and peed on a stick. 

"How? HOW did this happen?"
"The normal way."
"Are you sure it's mine?"
"Almost 100% sure."












Jerome immediately bent down on one knee. Michele made him stand up again. "Oh, Jerome. This is not how I imagined getting engaged. Not like this. Not because of a baby."

"But you know I love you," Jerome replied.
"Do I?"
"You should!"
"Still. . . let me think about it. Please."
"Think about it all you like but you should know, I'm not going to live apart from my child. Whether you like it or not, I'm moving in!"

"Oh Jerome, you know I like it!"