Struggling to come up with new HR ideas, and writing seems more difficult all of a sudden. Anyway, enjoy.
Harry pulled the blinds apart fraction and watched Ruth from the safety of his office. Where she wouldn't know he was watching. Harry sighed as he looked at her. These days she seemed much paler and more drawn than she used to. It was worrying him. A few times in the last two or three weeks it had been clear that she'd been crying before coming to work. He wished he was brave enough to ask her what was wrong, but he didn't want to be told it was none of his business. Or worse. Since Ruth had refused a second date with him she hadn't spoken to him about anything remotely personal. Her eyes would turn away from him and she would say nothing that wasn't related to work. Not that he had tried very hard, he admitted to himself. It almost broke his heart to see the wedge that had been driven between them. He had hoped that the conference at Havensworth would force something to happen, one way or another. But it hadn't.
Why was she so scared? They had shared one kiss after he had taken her home on that night they'd had dinner. One deep, knee shaking, passionate kiss which could have led to so much more. If it had been any other woman he probably would have initiated more. He wanted to, but he didn't want to scare her. He had thought that there would be time. So much time, but it seemed he'd been wrong.
It was the end of another day and he was going to shelve his pride and speak to her. No matter what he heard, it couldn't be worse than what he was imagining. He was about to find her when it proved unnecessary. The door opened (without a knock) and there Ruth stood, looking nervous and… maybe a little scared. Scared of him? The thought made his heart plummet.
"I need to talk to you," she said, biting her lip slightly.
"Sit down," he said calmly, even though calm was the last thing he felt.
"No. Thank you," she added. "I have a feeling you won't want me to stay."
"Ruth, what is it?" he asked quietly. "You can talk to me about anything. You've seemed very depressed lately. I'm worried about you."
"Harry, this isn't easy to say," she started. She took a deep breath and then looked into his hazel eyes. It didn't make it any easier but looking away would have been more than cowardly."I'm pregnant."
Not sure I hid that well! More soon when its written, in the meantime, I'd love a review. Thanks for reading.