Okay, this was a spur of the moment kind of thing after last night's episode so I'm not really sure...


23rd January 2014
She was due to start her cycle on the 17th, precisely twenty-eight days after her last one and now, she was late. Six days late to be exact. One or two days late wouldn't be anything to cause concern because it wasn't unusual to begin a few days either side of twenty-eight days, but six days late, was worrying. She sat there, on the edge of the bath in the bathroom that she and Arthur Digby shared in their apartment waiting for the thin plastic stick to deliver the news. Or preferably, no news at all.

The only time that she could think that it would've been possible for her to fall with child, was on New Year's Eve with her flat mate, when she was drunk, and after their little 'meeting' she had proceeded to drink even more, until the only alcohol in the flat was that in mouthwash or perfumes. She had spent the next day with a bit of a headache, but she was far better off than her colleagues, because a high alcohol tolerability ran in the family.

She sat there, longing for the result to come sooner rather than later, but then she stopped wishing, when she realised that she had a tough decision should the result not fall in her favour. If her worries were founded, she couldn't possibly go through with it. Could she? She was a mere 26 years old and at a critical point in her career. She had been suspended for a week after her little outburst in the last day of the year 2013, and after time to think about what was said to her, she decided to opt for surgery instead of psychology and she had another 3 month rotation secured on Darwin.

But then her Mama, had always gone on about how she would be so thrilled when she would see her first (of hopefully many) grandchildren and how proud she would be when her only child brought another life into the world. Surely if the result was positive and she had a termination, she'd be upsetting her mother, if she were watching over her, wouldn't she?

But then after running all of those thoughts through her head, she brought herself back to reality. She couldn't be pregnant, she was sure of it. She used techniques, -learnt through her independent study of psychology- to convince herself that it was impossible for her to be pregnant. It was at a worse possible time, and she wasn't ready for a baby. Not yet.

Finally, after what seemed like an age, but was really only 5 minutes, the small stick beeped and Zosia looked down to see that her thumb was still covering the screen so that she didn't peek. She took a deep breath, and then counted down before she quickly removed her thumb to reveal the dreaded result: Positive.


I know it's only short but, please review, I'm not sure if people like Zosia or how popular she is, so I don't know if I should carry this on or not, though I do hope you like it :)