Chapter 1
So this is just a little something that has been running around in my head for a while now. It's going to be a little different than the other Emily Owens fics. Let me know what you think.
As always I don't own them.
Emily was an organizer. She organized everything – heck her files were in the color order of the rainbow and alphabetized. That's how she found herself staring at her calendar that morning in her tiny office/medical supply closet at work worried. She had this habit of tracking her menstrual cycles on her calendar. It helped her to prepare. She could plan ahead. She could manage. And it had been an inordinately long time since she had stocked up on tampons and Midol. So this morning she was flipping her calendar back a month to see just how long. Exactly one week late….. One week wasn't so bad was it? She had been late before, sure it was only a couple of days a couple of times, but still…. It had happened and she was still here and everything was fine.
She decided not to stress it. But throughout her day she kept being reminded that she really should be worried about it. After all there was the patient in ER Bay 6 who had a heart attack, probably a week ago, but she had decided to ignore the "heartburn". Then there was the twenty seven year old who felt a mass in her breast at twenty six and had ignored it until now – and it was 10 times bigger. By the end of the day, she was left with the overwhelming feeling that she couldn't possible ignore this any longer.
She had to take action. She had to be the confident woman she pretended to be at work all day long. That's why she found herself ungracefully bowing out of hanging out with her ridiculously amazing guy. He looked confused and possibly a little hurt, but they weren't really together. So, she wasn't obligated right? It wasn't the right time for her and Micah to be defining their relationship. He had barely started talking to her again, after the disaster that was her one night with Dr. Will Collins, about two weeks ago. Their relationship had started on impulse when he came by her apartment. It was kind of déjà vu, after all that's exactly what Will had done just two weeks before. But with Micah everything just felt different, better. If he was over her and Will then, she definitely should be as well. So she just went along with it.
Going along with it landed her here, in the most embarrassing section of the grocery store ever. She was surrounded by tampons, pads, condoms, personal lubricants, and remedies for yeast infections staring at the home pregnancy tests. It's now or never. You have to do this. You have to know. She coaxed herself into it. She picked up two and then on second thought added a third. She debated picking up some other groceries to cover up the purpose of her clandestine trip to the store but opted for the self-check-out line instead.
When she arrived at her home, her apartment, she tried to convince herself that this was a normal day. She was coming home from work like she had done 1000 times before. She set her bag in the same spot she always did and headed for the kitchen like always. Except normally she would reach for some snack food and sit down to prepare for whatever she had going on tomorrow, but today she reached for a tall glass of water and found herself unable to concentrate on anything but the contents of her grocery sack.
Thirty minutes and three tall glasses of water later she was in the bathroom standing over her sink staring at three plastic sticks hoping that her life was going to go back to normal in three minutes. She was totally unprepared for what happened next. The timer she had meticulously set went off and she began to read the results: two pink lines, a plus sign, the word itself – pregnant. She couldn't believe what was happening. She planned, planned every detail of her life. And it wasn't supposed to end up like this.