Ally sat on her bathroom floor, tears running down her face. How could so much change in 24 hours? She asked herself. She had already called Evan, her date, to say that she wouldn't be coming. He had been understanding even though she couldn't tell him why she canceled their date. All Ally wanted now was some time alone with her tears.
It had been around noon that day when Ally realized she was late. She had left work early to go buy the test. But instead of coming home afterwards, she had walked the streets for hours. Ally knew that it was entirely possible. But when she finally got home, there was nothing more she could do to delay the inevitable. The test turned out pink. As in pregnant. Ally McBeal was pregnant with Larry Paul's baby.
I'm pregnant, thought Ally in disbelief. The words still didn't make sense to her. The idea that there was another life inside her didn't seem possible. Her first impulse was to curl up on the bathroom floor and cry. Which she had already done to the best of her ability. Now she just sat thinking about it.
What am I going to tell Larry? How am I going to tell Larry? Will he come back? Do I want him to come back? The questions flooded her mind. She knew that there was only one person she could turn to.