Jennifer stared blankly at the older woman, she knew that she was saying something, she could see her lips were moving but nothing registered nothing but the slight dizziness and the overwhelming feeling of nausea. Jennifer covered her mouth fighting against the urge to toss her cookies all over the customer who was still oblivious to her distress.

Luckily for Jennifer a coworker named Daisy noticed the color drain from her face and her hand fly to her mouth, and recognizing the symptoms of someone about to puke stepped in waving Jennifer off towards the bathroom while she politely excused Jennifer and stepped in to take the woman's order.

Jennifer ran into one of the stalls barely making it in time before throwing up the remainders of her lunch. Her retches eventually turned to dry heaves her stomach seemingly unwilling to settle down even after there was nothing left in it to throw up anymore. Finally when the last waves of nausea subsided she leaned back against the door of the stall breathing heavily as she fought to regain her composure.

Getting up she headed over to the sink to try and freshen up a bit before returning to work. Her face was pale making the dark circles that had so recently taken up residence under her eyes stand out in stark contrast. What's wrong with me she asked her reflection in the mirror. She was tired no exhausted all the time recently and this was the third time this week she'd gotten sick and had to throw up.

Jennifers co-worker Daisy had a theory on what was wrong with Jennifer she thought it had a whole lot to do with nice looking fellow Jennifer had mentioned a few times over the last month or so. Jennifer however just couldn't accept it. No there was just no way it could be true.

"You got sick again didn't you?" Daisy asked when Jennifer finally made it back to the office at the rear of the bar where they worked.

"It's nothing." Jennifer said, trying to avoid the conversation she knew they were going to have.

"Sweetie, how many times have you been sick in the past two weeks, half a dozen times or more?" she said concern evident in her voice.

"I'm not pregnant!" Jennifer snapped.

"Okay then, so when was your last period?" Daisy asked.

It had been a over a month ago, closer to two now that Jennifer really thought about it.

"That long huh?" Daisy said wrapping an arm around her friend's shoulder

"I'm not pregnant!"

Daisy raised an eyebrow "Then why are you having morning sickness? Why haven't you gotten your period this month? And finally why do you run to pee every 10 minutes?"

"I….I do-don't know!" Jennifer said her voice trembling as she tried to convince both herself and Daisy that there really was nothing to worry about.

"Look if it's really nothing then you won't mind taking one of these then." said Daisy as she searched through her handbag, once she had found what she was searching for she held out the pregnancy test to Jennifer.

Jennifer shook her head adamantly "No" "There's no need to, because I'm not pregnant"

"Jennifer just listen okay." Daisy pleaded. "You need to know for sure. Just take the test so we can see if you're pregnant or not." Daisy said placing the test in Jennifer's hand as she walked out of the office, leaving Jennifer alone and scared, staring at the innocent enough looking box for several minutes before working up her courage to go take it.

"There is no possible way that I'm pregnant!" Jennifer muttered to herself as she sat in one of the stalls reading the directions. "I'm just taking this test so I can prove to Daisy that she's wrong."

Jennifer peed on the stick a began the four minute wait for the results….four very long, very nerve wrecking minutes.

At the three minute mark Jennifer couldn't help but wonder what if? What if the test was positive? What if she really was pregnant? She wasn't ready to be someone's mother.

At the two minute mark Jennifer starts wondering about Gabriel. Where is he, she hasn't seen him in awhile? What if all she was to him was a one night stand? How will she tell him if she is? Would he take the news well or would he be angry?

As the last minute ticked down Jennifer found herself to scared to look finally, after gather up her courage she reached out a trembling hand and picked the test up off the sink, looking down she stared at it in shock. There it was plain as day, a pink plus sign. "Oh shit!" she gasped, the test slipping from her fingers as she started to cry.