Spoilers: Nothing that I can think of it. The timeline makes it sometime during the first three or four episodes but the only thing it lets on to is that M/H broke up in The Pilot. If you don't know that, you have no business reading M/H fanfic, lol.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own inspiration.
Author Note: Thanks a ton to Jo and Ash for betaing. Before anyone asks, I am not going to continue this.
The plastic hits the bottom of the sink with a ping and bounces twice more before stilling. Involuntarily, she steps back and sinks down against the wall. One hand goes to her face as she wills the other not to go to her stomach, the tears not to fall. She can feel one slide down her cheek.
How the hell did this happen? That sounds so cliché. She knows exactly how it happened. But she still doesn't understand; they've been careful. She's been on the pill since she was 17, for God's sake.
It doesn't make any sense. To be honest, the dance she's been doing the last couple months doesn't make any sense. Frankly, she doubts it ever will.
At the studio, they pretend they don't hear her getting sick in the bathroom every morning, or notice she doesn't order just a salad for lunch anymore.
Or that her clothes aren't getting tighter every day.
And she's getting knowing looks from Jeannie, but Jeannie doesn't say anything. Just pats her on the back and brings her a bag of M&M's from time to time.
She knows she has to tell him, the words just won't come. Things between them are finally calming down, and she knows it would be best not to rock the boat.
She also knows she's running out of time; she can't hide it much longer.
Harriet's been sitting in Matt's office for almost a half hour. Her elbows are resting on her knees, her head in her hands, attempting to keep her composure. She listens as Matt bounds into the office like a man on a mission and hears the scratching of chair wheels as he sits behind his desk. Silently, she waits for him to realize she's there.
She looks up and his eyes find hers, and she hopes he doesn't notice she's been crying.
His brows furrow as he asks, "What's up, Harry?"
Inhaling a deep breath, she works to get her nerve up again. If only she could do this without him in the room.
"C'mon Harry, I can't do anything about it if I don't know what it is."
"I – I just... don't know if I can do this," she says shakily.
"Do what?"
"This," she says, moving her hand back and forth between them, "I don't know if I can sit here and say…" her voice waivers as she wills the words to spill from her lips.
"Harriet, you're not making a lot of sense. Whatever it is, just say it."
She takes one last deep breath and closes her eyes, sending up a silent prayer. "I'm pregnant."
fin.