Chapter eleven:
Weeks had passed and Jack had managed to convince Karen to stay in England for a while, even if it's just site-seeing.
A couple of weeks after Jack Bernie's crossed wires, Jack Karen decided they would do some site-seeing. They had only spent their time shopping so far because if Harrods was having a sale they had to go!
On the way to the tower of London, Karen was quiet in the limo when asked what was up she replied "Just thinking honey-want a kiss?"
They were sitting at a restaurant when Jack brought up the subject of Lionel. "Hey Kare, have you heard anymore from Lionel?"
"Oh, he just kept sending me flowers and leaving me messages at the front desk for me. How stupid to think that I would go down to front desk and ask if there were any messages!" giggles Karen to herself
"Then how did you find out then?" asked a confused Jack trying to work it out in his head
"Well because-" Karen paused "I dunno actually."
"Have you seen him again?"
"Nah, not since the little plane incidence, I-" she cut off "Oh my!"
"What?"
"What? Oh …there's …um…a guy behind you checking you out, go see!" edged Karen
"Well I am fond of the British men!" jack said before leaving the table and going to the bar.
The moment Jack turned around Karen cracked open her bag got out her diary. Frantically she's flicking through the pages trying to find a date. "Where the devil is it?" she said to herself. "Ah ha, got it! If I was here, and that's one, two, three weeks," Karen said while turning the pages to match what she was saying " one, two, three days, I should have been on last Tuesday. And the only person was…was…" she carried on flicking through the pages in her diary again working out numbers. "No! I can't be. I can't be-"
"Can't be what?" Jack interrupted
"Nothing Jack" replied a shakey Karen while putting her diary back in her bag and on the floor. "Want another drink? Waiter!"
"Cant be what Karen!" repeated Jack. A waiter came "Yes Madame"
"Yes I'll have a strong martini honey and without-"
"Karen!" shouted Jack, Karen stopped looking at the waiter and hung her head down "Can you go away please!" demanded Jack
"C'mon Karen, spill, what cant you be?" said Jack
"Cant be pregnant." Karen said with her head still staring at the table.
"Well we'll just go and get a test and find out, it's ok."
"No! I'm not doing a test! I mean I probably don't need to. I'm rubbish at maths; I just did the wrong sum or something. I'm fine!" Karen insisted
"Are you sure? We'll get a test anyway, it's best to know for definite."
"No, I said I'm fine, now drop it! Waiter! I want my martini, NOW!"