A month had passed. Mollie and John had talked on the phone every night. Even though they weren't official yet, Mollie was pretty sure they were going to get back together. The stomach flu had been going around Mollie's work. She had it the worst. She had a fever and was vomiting. She had a doctor's appointment tomorrow to get some medicine. Mollie was laying in bed. The phone rang.
"Hello?" She said.
"Hi." John said.
"Hey."
"How are you feeling?"
"Terrible."
"No better to all?"
"No."
"You should go to the doctor."
"I am." "Tomorrow."
"Good."
"I hope they can give me something for the nausea and vomiting."
"They will."
"I need to go back to work."
"If you're sick you're sick."
"I need to get better."
"You will." "Don't push yourself."
"I need to work."
"No you don't."
"Yes I do."
"I get a few days off next week."
"Good."
"You should come to the house."
"Ok."
"I'll make you a nice romantic dinner."
"That sounds nice."
"You should be feeling better by then."
"I hope so."
"Then we can talk."
"What about?"
"Something I've wanted for a long time now."
"Really?"
"I think you want it to."
"You think you know me huh?"
"I think I know you pretty well."
"Tell me one thing you know about me."
"You think I'm sexy."
"Yeah."
"Do you think we can have another one of our fun mornings, when we wake up after our date?"
"You're inviting me to the spend the night?"
"Yeah."
"We'll have a fun morning if I'm better."
"Ok." "I had fun the last time."
"Me to."
"I gotta go."
"Ok."
"I'll call you tomorrow."
"Ok."
"Feel better."
"I'll try." "Bye."
"Bye."
The next morning Mollie went to the doctor. The doctor came in.
"Hello Mollie." The doctor said.
"Hi doctor Kale."
"Your procedural tests have come back." "Congratulations." "You're pregnant."
"I'm what?"
"You're pregnant."
"Are you positive?"
"Yes about five weeks.
"Oh god." "Oh no."
"Is there a problem?"
"Yes I can't have this baby."
"Ok we can discuss your options."
"I want an abortion." "The sooner the better."