She must more exhausted than she had originally thought.
Blinking bemusedly at the text in front of her, she tried to process what her eyes were telling her but her mind was obviously not computing. Rubbing at her brow in frustration, she closed her eyes for a long moment before slowly peeking at her phone again, reading for what could be consider the millionth time the foreign txt.
I'm pregnant.
Slowly her brain decided to kick in, supplying her body with a number of different reactions and emotions. Who? What? Where? When? Why? How? Frustration, confusion, anger, surprise, happiness, curiosity, suspicion. Boom, boom, boom. Her brain was fried under the sudden bombardment.
Groaning, she slumped back in her seat, the desperate need for answers washing over her. Fiddling with the small robot charm on her phone, she stared at the txt from the unknown number, ideas flittering across her mind.
Maybe it was Keiko. She was always getting new phones with new numbers, and she had that annoying habit of automatically assuming Kimiko already knew what they were. But that didn't answer any of the other questions. Besides, as far as she knew, Keiko wasn't seeing anyone, and hadn't any flings as of recent. Maybe another one of her girlfriends? But that kind of news was usually saved for either Facebook or 'friendly' lunches, depending on how desperate for attention they were feeling. Wrong number? It seemed the most logical answer, but she couldn't shake the feeling that this message was specifically for her. Frowning, she drummed her fingers against her desk, trying to come to the most logical conclusion, only to jump in fright when her phone buzzed again. Cautiously opening the new txt, she could only gap in wide eyed wonder at what she read.
And I think it's yours.
Oh it was too early in the morning for this.