Imogen sat on her bed looking out of the window. She had married Connor a month ago and her mother still was unaware and cursing him every time she heard anything of him. She wondered about what life could or would have been if anything was different in a parallel life time. She held the test, with shaky hands; Positive. She looked behind her to see a small stream of tests all positive. There was no doubt not any more to hide behind and she wish she could but she had chosen to take the test all fourteen of them. She discarded the white plastic strip and pulled out her phone.
Dynasty: 'Have you done it yet?' 17:46
Connor: 'Where are you?' 18:24
Mom: 'I'll be back at seven' 18:25
Her hands continued to shake, as she checked the time 19:25 her Mom was late was her first thought as her finger hovered over Dynasty's number. It wavered at the last minute and she sighed. Why can't I just do it. Luckily for her Dynasty had waited long enough and had decided to ring her. Her ring tone sounded for less than a minute before she answered.
"Hi." She said tamely.
"Well? Are you?"
"Uh.. Dyn."
"Oh my.. god. I'll be over in ten minutes."
"No, no stay there."
"Im, I want to be there."
"Hm.. Meet me in town? I want to get some air."
"Ok. Have you told him?"
"Told him what?"
"You haven't! Imogen you married him."
"Yes but what do you think I should do? Text him? Say oh hi by the way you're a dad? Or the simple I'm pregnant text?" Imogen snapped.
"Jeeze calm down."
"Sorry."
"I'll meet you in twenty minutes ok babe?"
"Yeah."
"Bye."
"See you then."
Imogen stood up slowly and pulled a draw from her bedside table. She threw the tests into it and jammed it back before changing her shirt and grabbing a coat.
Her phone began to ring as she got off of the bus. 'Mom calling' She rejected the call and continued to where she usually met Dynasty.
"Bab, you're fifteen minutes late!" Dynasty said as she wrapped Imogen in a tight hug.
"Sorry bus was late."
Dynasty smiled at her and released her before sitting down on a nearby bench.
"So, I invited Connor to meet us at 20:15 h-"
"You did what!?"
"I invi-"
"I can't face him! I don't want to tell him. Not yet." Imogen said as she flung her hands to her forehead she felt as though she was about to scream, she didn't want to tell him. He wanted to be a Dad so badly and she didn't know what she wanted and so didn't know whether to tell him yes we're having a baby or no I'm pregnant but we're not keeping it or what ever else she could say.
"Well, I could tell him you were feeling ill again?"
"No, no it's ok thank you Dyn."
"You're welcome."
20:15 Came and with it came Connor Mulgrew who looked as if he hadn't slept for at least a couple of nights.
"Hey." Dynasty said giving Imogen a you-don't-have-to look.
"Hiya."
"Hi."
The trio walked about here and there with really no place to go; recessions don't leave much for people to do and eventually Dynasty spoke.
"Right, you look like shit. What's up Connor?"
"Oh uh eh er."
"Con?" Imogen asked.
"My Mom... She had... A drink... She- She only had two glasses, she has been a state... Ever since."
"Your Mom drank?! Oh my god, are you okay?" Imogen said forgetting herself.
"She's worse, she threw out the liqueur glasses, everything to do with alcohol, she's... Ashamed."
Imogen's phone broke out with sound once more. 'Mom calling'. Imogen declined again.
"Oh my. Do you want to stay at mine?" A Liverpudlian accent sounded.
"No, no Mom needs me."
Imogen felt queasy suddenly then dizzy suddenly she threw up all over her shoes before falling sideways just past her sick.
"Im? Im? Are you okay?! IMOGEN?!" Connor shouted.
"Oh god, Connor call someone, ambulance anything!" Dynasty shouted panicked.