Baby, baby
I'd swear my watch had stopped if it weren't for the fact that my digital clock on my phone would have had to have stopped as well. How can three minutes take this long? It feels like I've been sitting here for thirty minutes, not thirty seconds.
I counted down, 2½ minutes to go.
How can you have let this happen, get this far? How can your life have changed so much? Waiting in a public toilet for the news that could change your life.
A baby. A real live baby. Kate McGregor, career focused ice queen- pregnant? Can you handle it?
Mike… what would he think? Would he even remember that night? You were both drunk out of your minds. You slept with your CO, and now you can't deal with the possible consequences.
One more minute, That's if you want to be precise. Three minutes, exactly, like the instructions say. I want to be precise. No mistakes, no reasons to believe the test was wrong. I want to do it perfectly, no mistakes, perfectly…
Perfect, Princess Perfect. Not Little Miss Perfect anymore are you? A baby.
Ten more seconds left. Please, please, I can't be pregnant. Not me. I just can't. It's just, not right.
I open my eyes. And there it is. Just like I knew it would be. That bloody plus sign. A positive.