Lia's hand shook as she looked at her watch again, only 1 more minute remaining. She looked down at the skinny plastic stick she held in her right hand. She should have asked Emily to come with her to do this, and then she wouldn't be locked in the bathroom at the hotel across the street from where she worked. Why did this happen to her? Could it be that the sickness she felt every morning was because she was really sick? She had been trying so hard to hide it from Duff and had been very successful, but then today, she threw up after she got to the office. Cheryl sent her home even though she swore she was fine. Lia felt great now, but she had missed two periods and was craving hamburgers, which was odd since she was a vegetarian.
Lia once again looked down at the pregnancy test. Two tiny pink lines had formed in the small window. What does that mean? She thought as she picked up the box again to read the instructions. Why can't these things just say yes or no? Lia skimmed the back and got to the part about the lines. One pink line will appear if you are not pregnant and two will appear if you are.
"Oh no!" Lia exclaimed out loud. A pounding on the bathroom door startled her out of her shock. She quickly disposed of the device and walked out of the bathroom with a defeated look on her face. She sank down in a lobby chair and broke down sobbing. The concierge walked over and handed her a box of tissues wondering what would have this beautiful woman so upset. He thought he remembered her coming in a few times with a nice young man, but he couldn't be sure. By the badge she was wearing he knew she worked in the building across the street. Just as he walked over to the desk to place a call, he noticed two of the F.B.I's special agents coming in the doors. Their arms were around each other. He knew them by name because they tended to frequent this hotel a few times a week on their lunch break. He put the phone down and waited for Matt and Emily to approach the desk.
"Mr. Flannery, Ms. Lehman, how are you this fine day?" He asked trying to figure out how to get their attention directed to the person crying in the lobby.
"Fine, Ronald. How are you?" Matt asked slipping an arm around Emily's waist and pulling her close. He had been longing to touch her all morning, she finally slipped him a note telling him that at lunch she was all his.
"I'm good, but I was wondering if you two might know that young lady sitting over there." He replied pointing the direction of where Lia was sitting.
"Lia!" Emily gasped removing herself from Matt's embrace to walk over to their friend.
"I guess we won't need a room today." Matt said rolling his eyes figuring that he wasn't getting his lunch because of some silly girl drama Emily was sure to have to fix.
Emily walked over and placed an arm around Lia's shoulders as she sat down. Lia looked up surprised someone noticed her.
"Emily?" She questioned through her tear filled eyes.
"Yeah, Matt and I are here." Emily answered hoping Lia would tell her what was going on to cause this flow of emotions.
"Hey Lia." Matt said unsure of how to proceed wanting to get out of there but at the same time wanting to be wherever Emily was.
"Lia," Emily began knowing that this was not where they needed to talk. "How about if Matt and I take you home? Didn't Cheryl give you the day off?"
"Yeah, okay, I guess." Lia responded not really looking at them. Emily put her arm around Lia as Matt went ahead to get the car. Clearly this was more than girl drama. The trio drove in silence to Lia's apartment with the exception of Emily telling Matt where to turn.