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"I've thought about it," Sandy announced the next day, as Kirsten walked into the living room.
"What?" Kirsten asked sitting next to him, having missed half of what he said.
"I've thought about it," Sandy repeated. "The baby idea."
"Wow, that was quick," Kirsten exclaimed. "And you're definite about your choice?"
"Well, it's definite that I want another baby," Sandy told her.
"What?" Kirsten asked again, this time worried that she had misheard him. "You want another baby?"
"Yes," Sandy answered, smiling.
"You won't change your mind?" Kirsten asked. "I mean, you've only had a day to think about this."
"I didn't think for this long about proposing to you," Sandy remembered. "And look how well that turned out."
"Well, that's true," Kirsten agreed, taking Sandy's hand in hers. "So…what do we do now?"
"You really need me to spell it out for you?" Sandy asked.
It would really help if I knew my cycle, Kirsten decided, cocking her head to one side and staring at an ovulation kit she'd picked up the day before. She couldn't remember if she was currently late or due about now.
Kirsten yawned and popped the test back in the bathroom cupboard. It was pointless using it at the moment. Whatever the case, Kirsten knew she was tired as hell. It was the morning before she and Sandy returned to work and she'd been surprised to wake up at nine-thirty. Although, with the way she'd been in the past few days, she should be used to the tiredness and late mornings.
"Let me guess, you just woke up," Sandy predicted, Kirsten walking out of the bathroom as Sandy walked in to the bedroomafter his surfing.
"Good guess," Kirsten said, giving Sandy a kiss. "Morning."
"Morning," Sandy replied. "You've been tired recently. Are you feeling okay?"
"Apart from the tiredness, I'm fine," Kirsten said. "I think."
"So, what will we do with our last day of freedom?" Sandy asked.
"Sounds like we're schoolkids on holidays," Kirsten laughed.
"Feels that way to me," Sandy admitted.
"You know, we could always stay home and do nothing," Kirsten suggested. "It will make the day go by slower."
"Sounds a lot like what we did in our college days," Sandy smiled. "I like the way you think."
Kirsten smiled and Sandy reached out behind him, where he'd set down a coffee.
"Oh, I bought you your favorite coffee," Sandy remembered, handing it to her.
Kirsten took the cup. As soon as the normally pleasant smell of coffee hit her, she handed it straight back to Sandy.
"I'm sorry," Kirsten told him, paling. "Maybe it is more than tiredness."
The smell still stayed with Kirsten and she paled further.
"Are you okay?" Sandy asked, putting down the coffee and laying his hands on Kirsten's arms.
Kirsten opened her mouth to respond but immediately clamped a hand over it before running to the bathroom.
"Sandy, I'm fine," Kirsten protested, as Sandy tucked her into bed minutes later. "Really."
"I don't want you to get any worse," Sandy told her, noticing her still pale face. "You must rest."
"Oh, that's an order, is it?" Kirsten laughed.
"Yes, it is," Sandy declared. "Now, you'll need some water so you don't dehydrate. Or would you prefer something sweet? Do you want me to bring in a bucked in case you throw up again? Do you want something to eat-some toast, fruit, anything?"
"I could get them myself," Kirsten told him.
"No, you have to rest," Sandy said firmly.
"Yes, sir," Kirsten obeyed. "Well then; I'd like some orange juice. No food. No bucket."
"What if you throw up again?" Sandy worried. "I'll go find a bucket."
"Um…no, thanks," Kirsten replied, somehow finding a bucket more repulsive than the toilet.
"I'll bring it in, just in case," Sandy decided, leaving the room.
Kirsten leaned over and took her organiser from her bedside table. She needed something to do. Flicking through, it was easy to tell which period of time she was in rehab for. Most of the weeks were close to full with reminders, but for eight weeks, they were relatively empty. There was were the odd, "Sandy visits", "Call ..." or "Therapy" memos but that was it.
Kirsten put down the organiser and rested her head against her pillow. Closing her eyes, Kirsten hated to admit that she really was tired as anything. And that nausea hadn't completely gone.
"Here you go," Sandy announced, making Kirsten jump as he walked in with a bucket and her juice. "Did I wake you?"
"I…don't think so," Kirsten replied, unsure, taking the juice and having a sip.
"Maybe you should try to have a sleep," Sandy suggested. "It might make you feel better."
"Okay," Kirsten agreed, to Sandy's surprise.
"Wow, you must be sick," Sandy declared, concerned.
Kirsten stared at her computer blankly, wishing she was still in bed, like she had been yesterday. She'd woken up this morning tired and nauseas, much to her dismay, but had pushed herself to work.
Kirsten shook her head and forced herself to concentrate. She couldn't slack off on her first day back at work-especially not now that she had taken over her father's role as head of the company.
Looking at the dates in front of her, Kirsten jotted some down in her organiser, her hand accidentally slipping, flipping back a few weeks. Kirsten saw a "Day 1" written down-she'd finally decided to record it for once. Looking up at the date, a frown formed on Kirsten's face. That couldn't be right. Kirsten counted back the weeks to make sure her calculations were accurate. They were. Six weeks ago… That meant she was two weeks late.
For the first time that day, Kirsten's brain clicked.
It had to be coincidence. There was just no other explanation for it: you don't decide to have a baby only to find that you might be pregnant due to some one-off time weeks ago. It just didn't work. The chances of it happening were too miniscule.
Yet Kirsten couldn't help but hope: the nausea, tiredness-it just all fit in. Unless…Kirsten grimaced as a terrible thought entered her head. What if it was menopause? Sure, she would be very young for it, but stranger things had happened.
Kirsten made a sudden turn as a petrol station caught her eye. It appealed to her for two reasons: the first being that it would probablysell pregnancy tests, the secondbeing the sign outside reading; "Starbursts-Buy 2 Get 1 Free!"
Another sign pointing to her possible pregnancy were the cravings Kirsten had recently developed for lollies-in particular, Starbursts. Normally she couldn't handle sweet things in large quantities but she'd scoffed down a packet of the gummy lollies today in a matter of minutes.
Despite having being tired for the past few days, the combination of fear and excitement pushed the tiredness from her mind, her thoughts distracted from her bed for the first time in awhile.
Kirsten nervously paced the bathroom floor, staring at the four, blank tests looking up at her. The tests had only claimed to be 99 percent accurate, and Kirsten wanted to be as certain as possible.
Kirsten bit her lip and continued her pacing. Her whole life had been spent in want of being "more"-more focused, more even-tempered, more patient. She'd spent her life trying to achieve perfection, an impossible standard to reach, resulting in frustration and disappointment. It was times like these that she realised just how in need of that focused attitude, even temper or-in this case-patience she was.
Glancing quickly at her watch, Kirsten's stomach somersaulted as she realised the results were probably showing. Kirsten took several deep breaths, trying to calm herself down and prepare for a negative result.
Squeezing her eyes shut, Kirsten picked up one of the tests and prepared herselffor the worst. Using all of her strength, Kirsten prised her eyes open and forced herself to look at the result.
Staring at it, Kirsten's eyes widened in shock and her heart leapt up her throat. Maybe it was wrong, Kirsten told herself, there was that 1 percentchance. It had to be wrong.
Grabbing frantically at the other tests, Kirsten was met by four, identical results. The chances of four tests being incorrect when they showed the same result must be next to none.
Still staring at the test results in shock, Kirsten burst into tears.
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