It was morning and Michael was out. He'd left a note on his; I mean our bed, saying he'd gone to see Amelie. I smiled as I stretched in our shared, comfy bed. I dressed fast and went downstairs. I poured myself some cereal but as soon as I had a bite I felt sick. Very sick. I ran upstairs to the bathroom and was sick into the toilet. It wasn't nice. But it was just something I ate, wasn't it? But I went to school anyway because I felt fine. But as soon as I got into my lesson I felt sick and had to run to the toilet. Sick twice in one day. Hmmm…

The principal said to go home- until I felt better. So I did. I went upstairs and pulled on a comfy top and trousers. But I noticed that the t-shirt I'd put on was really stretched against my chest. How odd, it hadn't been like that before. And I was sure the trousers weren't this tight before… Michael, I thought, must have done them wrong in the wash. But I wasn't sure…

But I didn't dwell on it and went downstairs to watch some TV. But as soon as I had settled down I felt sick and had to run to the toilet- again. I went into the kitchen and got some medicine to see if it would help. It didn't.

It was still daytime so I made a decision. I went to the supermarket. And I got a pregnancy test. I was shaking as I picked it up. But I went to the self-pay checkouts so I wouldn't have to hand it to someone to scrutinize. I drove home quickly and went to the bathroom…

Shit. Shit. Shit. I was positive. I was pregnant… My breathing hitched up a notch as I thought it through. That's when I heard the front door open and Michael step inside…

"Claire?" he called out. I walked out of the bathroom, careful to have hidden the test. I walked down the stairs. He was in the kitchen, so I pinched my cheeks to bring a bit of colour into them. I walked into the kitchen and said,

"Yeah Michael?" He looked up at me and smiled. Suddenly he was right in front of me, kissing me. I kissed him back. He smiled against my lips…

It was morning and I was going to the hospital. I hadn't told Michael that I was pregnant. I wasn't ready to. I took a deep breath as I went into the office. It was a female doctor. Her name tag said Grace Foord. She was older then me, with a nice smile. I smiled shyly as she asked the first question,

"Hello. Now, why do you think you're pregnant Miss Danvers?" I replied saying,

"I took a test and it said positive. I've been sick on a morning too." She nodded and said,

"How old are you? And do you know who the father is?"

"18. And I think so..." She raised a carefully plucked eyebrow but didn't comment. She scanned me and she gave me the results,

"You are indeed pregnant, but with twins. Oddly enough my dear they look completely different…as if they have different fathers."

I fainted.

I woke up in a hospital bed, with Michaels worried face looming over mine. He smiled when he saw I was awake. He kissed me lightly on the lips and pulled back. He was sat on one of those horrible hospital chairs. He was holding my hand tightly.

"What happened?" I asked him quietly.

"You were talking to a doctor and you fainted, so they brought you in here. And called me." He replied. But I wasn't really concentrating. Had the doctors told him why I was there? I hoped not.

They let me out later. Asking Michael to look after me. Which to be honest I'm sure he would do. Even when I told him my news. We drove home in silence. When we got back he opened the door for me, but steered me towards the sofa. He sat me down and said,

"Why were you at the hospital Claire?" he had wasted no time in asking. But yet I couldn't bring myself to tell him. So he repeated his question. I sighed and said,

"Because… Michael I took a pregnancy test and it was positive. I wanted to make sure it was right. It was. I'm pregnant. With twins." I stopped for a second to see if he would respond but he didn't, so I continued, "But the doctor said they looked completely different as if… they had different fathers. That's why I fainted." I stopped then. Michael was sat, like a statue staring at me. I blinked and he was gone. I heard a door slam somewhere in the house.

I started crying. Michael had just run out of the room because I was pregnant. The tears flowed down my face. I looked at the clock. It was early in the morning, I noticed. Suddenly I felt sick. So very sick. I ran upstairs to the toilet. Soon I was lent over the toilet, retching. Tears fell off my face as I flushed the toilet. I wiped my mouth and did my teeth. I wasn't hungry. Not at all. I walked down the stairs. I wasn't concentrating and I tripped over something. I fell down the stairs and hit the bottom. It hadn't hurt. It had only been a couple of steps. But it still made me cry.

So that was where I was an hour later. Sitting at the bottom of the steps. Crying my eyes out. Michael must either not care or had suddenly become very deaf because he hadn't come down yet. The thought only made me cry harder. I was hungry and my stomach rumbled. But I couldn't muster the energy to even go to the kitchen and eat.

Suddenly I felt Michaels cool arms wrap around me.

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