Stella's eyes were raw from crying.
"Lindsay," She cried," what do I do?"
Pulling her friend in closer to her shoulder, Lindsay tried to console her.
"Shhhhh. We'll sort this out, promise."
"But they can't both find out, or it'll be all hell breaking loose."
"Right, run it past me again what happened."
Taking a gulp, Stella leaned her head against the back of the sofa.
"Basically, after the Christmas party Flack offered to walk me home. We were both drunk and I invited him in for a coffee but we ended up having doing it on the coffee table, which I have scrubbed at least seven times to try and get that horrible feeling I get from looking at it away. Then three weeks later me and Mac slept together but that meant something too me. Call me a slut if you want, that's what I am anyway."
"Oh Stell," Lindsay sighed," you've messed up pretty bad, but we'll get through this, promise."
"I know," Stella sighed," but I want to stay in New York and if Flack finds out I'm pregnant he'll think he's the father and if Mac knows he'll think it's his baby as well. And if they both know they'll think I'm a slut and wouldn't want to know me and they work together so their friendship would be ruined…."
"Whooa Stell! Slow down," Lindsay smiled, putting a considerate hand on Stella's shoulder.
"Look at the time," Stella said, handing Lindsay her jacket.
"You don't want me to stay?" Lindsay asked standing up.
"No-no," Stella exclaimed, waving her hand upwards, "Danny will get worried and I don't have a spare room."
"Fine but be careful, I don't want anything to happen to either of you, right?"
"Linds I'm cool," Stella meekly smiled as she ushered her out the door.
Collapsing onto the sofa, Stella sighed. How had her life come to this? Being pregnant and not knowing who the father was. Wasn't that just disgusting?
Switching the television on Stella's mind wouldn't keep still, buzzing from how her life would pan out from here. Downwards was the only conclusion she could come to.
Slipping off her trousers she pulled on a pair of slacks and climbed into bed, forgetting to turn off the television. Still her mind was restless. Concluding she had to at least hear Mac's voice, she picked up her I-Phone and called him.
"Hell…o" Mac groggily said down the phone.
"Mac I'm scared," Stella whispered.
"Stella? What's wrong? Are you ok?" Mac gushed.
"Nothing. I was just thinking about life."
"Don't we think about life every day?" Mac asked, puzzled.
"Yes, but I actually thought about it properly today. What would you do if I left and moved to, I don't know say Chicago?"
"I would probably cry." Mac answered.
"Honestly?"
"Stella of course I would cry, you're my best friend. Now what brought this on?"
"Nothing really, just a conversation I overheard in the supermarket."
"Ok. Well I'm going back to sleep now because I'm knackered. Night Stell,"
"Night Mac," Stella yawned.
