Two months had passed incredibly fast.
The first month she skipped her period, she barely noticed, chalking it up to recent stress and that she had been so busy between her work with the raptors and tortoises, while learning the ins and outs of life at the compound, along with the ins and outs of well, Phil, that she had only thought about it for a day or so and then had gotten distracted by something else. She hadn't really thought about the fact that she had missed those three days of taking the pill, given that she had been just a tad busy thinking about other things at the time. Once Shelly, Randy and Zack had helped her collect her pets and items of importance from her apartment, she had restarted taking the pack that evening. Granted, she had missed more doses in the past month or so, than she had in her life, due to a certain alpha male that couldn't seem to get enough of her in the evenings, or the mornings, or the afternoons, or smack dab in the middle of night, but still, she had been taking them.
The second time she noticed that it had been a while since she had had her period, things became a little harder to ignore.
It was also the week of the planned O'Neill / Wheatley family get-together in Maryland, and she had been added to the guest list. She had tried to plead her case that she was far from part of that group. After all, she and Phil had been together for a mere two months, but he almost looked like a puppy dog that had been kicked when she brought up her arguments of why she shouldn't be going along.
Miranda had been finally the one to tell her that it was no longer up to her. She would be going and that was the end of it, and she would put on her good graces while she was there and behave herself. So, this is how she found herself now holed up in the bathroom adjacent to the room she and Phil had been staying in, which had apparently been his boyhood room at the family retreat, and had enough remembrances of such time to make her uncomfortable whenever he made any amorous advances.
She was trying to decide how concerned she should be about her inability to remember the exact date of her last period, while trying to decide what about her appearance seemed different, as she alternated between the full length and vanity mirror. She was in the bathroom tidying herself up, as Phil had not so subtly made his intentions clear that he wanted to whisk her away for a little private time and walk down on the beach.
She heard a light wrap on the outer door that she recognized for its distinctiveness. "Just a minute!" she called. She tossed on the sunny orange linen dress she had picked out to wear. She definitely still preferred to be in pants, but she had gotten more comfortable wearing dresses for all the occasions that had seemed to recently become a part of her new life.
She opened the door to Miranda, looking as divinely perfect as always.
Miranda looked softly back at the younger woman before her. She had spent a lot of years learning subtle clues and signs that people gave off in order to manage the household of men and women. Zia was pregnant. She'd probably bet the farm on it. She had spent a good chunk of the weekend steering her away from foods she knew she shouldn't be eating. She hadn't had to dissuade her from too much alcohol consumption. Zia wasn't a big drinker in general anyway, but it was the only sign that Zia had shown her that maybe she knew what Miranda highly suspected. Miranda knew that Zia was beyond nervous about the whole trip and the 'meet the parents', so it was the only obvious explanation; otherwise why wasn't she abiding in a little liquid courage?
Miranda had decided it was time to try and fish the information out of their little paleo vet.