It's...positive?
Notes: This is my first ever Fan Fiction so please don't be to harsh. I would however like all your criticisms and such so don't be afraid to email! I hope you enjoy the story. Next chapter coming soon!
Timeline: Santos has died but everything else is the same...but Bradford has died.
Hilda paced the living room. The shocking light of the street lamp blazed through the window, it was night but she could still see the cold words...positive.
"Oh God...what am I gonna do?" Hilda spoke the words softly, she was almost crying them. She couldn't do this now...not at this time. Whose baby was it? There was only one explanation, as she stared out the window the sad realisation dawned on her. She was pregnant with Santos' child. Santos, the man she had loved and buried just weeks ago. How was she going to cope?
"Hilda?" It was Betty's unmistakeable voice. Hilda hid the pregnancy test under her Pyjama top, "Oh hey Betty! What are you doing down her so early? It's like 2am!"
"Hmmm...I was just about to ask you the same question...and for your information I was just going to make myself a beagle!"
"You mean an enchilada?"
"OK...what's with the third degree around here? Any way I believe I was asking you a question as well?"
"Oh right yeah," Hilda couldn't bring herself to tell someone...it just didn't seem real.
Betty thought Hilda seemed distant...she guessed what was wrong. Although they weren't that similar, Betty felt she had a kind of connection to Hilda, she seemed to know what was wrong with her.
"It's Santos isn't it?"
"Something like that...you wouldn't understand"
"I get it Hilda...you're upset, you've just buried the man you love, the father of your child...you can't pretend that it's not hurting inside"
"Yeah you're right Betty," Hilda couldn't bring herself to argue, she was to tired, to confused, there was no way she was going to get through this, she couldn't keep a straight job! How was she going to keep another child?
"Well Hilda, What I think you need is a something to remember him by, you went through all his stuff right?
"Yeah"
"Well...you just got to find that special thing, something that you will remember him by forever. You know that me, Justin and dad are always here for you Hilda...whatever you go through. Right now though, I have some enchiladas, I mean beagles to eat"
Hilda watched Betty walk to the kitchen. "The thing is Betty," whispered Hilda, "I have something to remember him by"
Hilda began to cry. How was she going to cope?