"You know what would be great right about now? A nice Sugar Log." Glenn Sturgis said, taking in the sad assortment of cookies on display next to the coffee machine in the break room.

Mateo wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Didn't Sugar Logs get recalled? They were doing weird things to people's bodies or something like that."

Cheyanne's eyes widened."Oooooh! Did they give them powers like Spiderman or something? You know, I heard there was something like radioactive or whatever in them."

Jonah sat down beside Cheyanne. "They weren't radioactive. They were wreaking havoc on people's hormones. You see, a chemical in them was a known hormone disruptor. Hormone disruptors mimic the naturally occuring hor. . ."

"That's great Bill Nye the science guy,." Amy said, cutting him off. "but what would happen if someone ate. . . oh I don't know. . . three boxes of them?"

"THREE BOXES? Who would eat three. . . " Jonah froze as he digested what Amy was saying. "You. . . you ate three boxes? When we were in the. . ."

Amy nodded. "I'm pretty sure. I ate a bunch when we were playing that board game, and when you were testing out those moon boots I had at least a box. . .and. . ."

Jonah's eyes were wide, "Amy. . . this could mean. . ."

He and Amy exchanged glances and jumped up running out of the breakroom.

…

"Try this one. We haven't tried this brand yet." Jonah said, shoving an unopened box of pregnancy test towards Amy.

"Jonah, I've taken twelve test. Maybe I am just really pregnant." Amy sighed.

He studied the other test, lined up on the counter. "Maybe your hormones are still mimicking pregnancy? You should call your doctor."

Amy shook her head "Jonah I already had a blood test. Wouldn't that show?"

"Not if your hormones were all out of whack from the three boxes of toxic sludge you ate."

"I don't think it would make that big of a difference." She sighed.

"But you could not be. . . we . . . I . . . it.. ." Jonah stammered.

"What happened to 'it doesn't matter to me'?" Amy said, frowning slightly.

Jonah swooped in, placing his hand on her cheek. "Hey, I meant that. I still do mean that. No matter what Amy, I want you. All of you. Disrupted hormones, or another man's baby, I don't care. I want you."

Amy smiled. "Gee you sure do have a way with words."

Jonah kissed her forehead softly. "It's all that there fancy book learnin'."

"Hey that was actually pretty good!" Amy quipped.

"It was actually pretty painful to say, I mean the Elision alone . . .'

Amy smiled, but Jonah could tell she was miles away in her mind. He pulled her into his chest. "I mean it Amy. I want you. Through it all."

"I'll make an appointment." She said, resting her head on his chest. "But we better get out of this bathroom, we're still on thin ice from the whole photo lab thing."

"We could have a women's restroom surrounded by pregnancy test that we didn't pay for thing if you'd like." Jonah said softly, nibbling at her ear lobe.

Amy giggled. "Jonah stop. . . "

He smiled. "Ok, Ok. If you insist."

. . .

The paper was scratchy and rough against Amy's bare thigh. She pulled the paper gown tighter, shivering. Why were doctor's offices always so cold? Amy sighed, so thankful that Cheyanne had called off this morning, making it unable for Jonah to get off in time to come to the appointment.

"Well Amy, your levels are still rising, You're definitely pregnant." The doctor chirped, studying her clipboard intently.

Amy let the doctors words soak in, the truth a hard pill to swallow, even though deep down she had already knew. She was pregnant with Adam's baby. Jonah said he'd be there through it all, but he had never done "it all" before. He didn't know how hard it was when you slept three hours a night, and had a baby permanently attached to sore, leaky nipples. Their relationship was still in the honeymoon stage, the early part, where you worried about how you looked in lingerie, not how you looked in the giant mesh undies they gave you after birth. The fun stage, where "poppin' bottles' meant alcohol and drunk hazy nights, not baby bottles.

"Amy? Amy!" The doctor called.

She turned to face the doctor. "Oh sorry, I must have zoned out."

"Would you like to see it?" The doctor smiled timidly.

Amy nodded and laid back on the table. The doctor pressed a few buttons, and moments later the "woosh, woosh, woosh" of the baby's heart filled the room. Tears sprang into Amy's eyes. Hearing the heartbeat just made it so. . . real. As hard as she tried, she could not keep the tears from falling. "I. . .I was hoping it wasn't real."

The doctor glanced at Amy, concerned. "There are options."

Amy dabbed at her eye with her shirt sleeve. "Adam. . . Adam really wants to keep it." She choked. He had been adamant, that no matter the circumstances, this baby was wanted.

The doctor shot Amy an inquisitive look "Oh Adam? I didn't know you two had gotten back together."

Amy grimaced. "We didn't. You see about three months ago we were drunk, and that stupid Obama shirt and. . ."

The doctor turned to face Amy. "Hey, hey that's none of my business. Don't worry about. . . wait three months ago?"

"Yeah. three months ago. I remember exactly, because I was already really sad because they had just taken 'Bring it On' off of Netflix and. . ."

The doctor studied the screen, a wash of worry crossed her face. "Amy, you're only seven weeks pregnant."

"But that can't be. Adam and I . . . Oh my God. OH MY GOD." Amy's thoughts drifted back to that night, in the photo lab. Jonah, his body glistening with sweat, the sweet taste of his lips still resonating on the tip of Amy's tongue. "Wait, do I need a . . ." he had asked, his voice wavering a bit, afraid that he was going to spoil the moment.

Amy could still feel the electricity that was between the two of them that night, the sheer heat of passion. "No I'm already pregnant." She had blurted out, eager to continue.

How could she have been so stupid? This wasn't Adam's baby, it was Jonah's.