"Mary, stop pacing. You're making me nervous."

Sara was sitting on the toilet and Mary was walking back and forth outside the open bathroom door, her eyes darting to the test which was sitting on the bathroom counter next to the sink. She was an absolute mess. Her hair was mass of unheeding curls, her grey eyes were tired with bag underneath them and she was still in her pajamas, even though it was almost two in the afternoon. She stopped pacing and put both hands on either side of the door.

"How much longer?"

"Mary you just took the thing…"

"How much longer?"

Sara looked at the timer. "We've still got a minuet and a half to go. Now would you please sit down? Stressing out this much isn't healthy, and it can't be good for the baby." Mary gave Sara a pointed look and Sara held up her hands in defense. "If there is a baby."

"What am I going to do if it comes up positive? I'm not ready to have a baby, I'm not ready to be a mom. And I sure don't want to be a single mom."

Sara stood up and rested her hands on Mary's shoulder. "Calm down. We still don't know if you are pregnant. And even if that thing does come up positive, well, even these test can be wrong. Remember, it's only 90 accurate."

"Only."

"Hey, that is a still a ten percent chance. So if it comes up positive we call and make an appointment to test again to be sure."

"And then what Sara?"

"Well if it's negative, then good, your period is just late."

"And if it is positive my life is fucking screwed."

"Mary…"

Mary shook Sara off. "Leave it. I just want to see what the test says, and I'll go on from there."

Sara gave Mary a concerned look and bit her lip. "Have you figured out what you're going to tell Murphy?"

"Right now I'm hoping I won't have to tell him anything."

The time went off with a ding. Both girls froze and their gazes moved toward the test on the counter. Mary pushed Sara aside and reached for the test, her hand shaking. Taking a deep breath she lifted it and opened her eyes.

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Connor woke up from his nap on the sofa somewhat confused about what had woken him up. Then he heard Sara and relaxed visibly. She was back. He rolled over on his side and looked at her. She was facing away from him and talking on phone in a low voice. Connor strained to hear what was being said.

"The box said something about a false positive? Right… tomorrow morning…do you have anything available at a later time? No. Well then 9:30 is fine. Yes, thank you very much."

Suddenly it call came back to Connor, why he was taking a nap in the first place. Sara giving him an aloof good bye, the pregnancy test, the realization that their first time had been unprotected. His brain had felt ready to explode so he had lain down in an effort to organize his thoughts and calm down. Glancing at the clock on the wall he could tell that he had in fact slept for a couple hours.

But now this. Sara had taken the test and it had come up positive, and now she had made an appointment to confirm it. Connor quickly pretended to still be asleep when Sara hung up the phone and turned around. What was he supposed to do? Confront her or wait for her to tell him? Or hope and pray that the test was in fact wrong and just let life go on as if nothing had happened.

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Sara sighed and put the phone back on the hook. No sooner had she gotten home then Mary had called crying that she couldn't do it, so Sara had called the clinic to fix the appointment. She looked at Connor who was asleep on the sofa. He hadn't stirred when she had come in or when the phone had rung and for that she was grateful.

She made her way down the hall to the bedroom she and Connor shared. They had just a couple weeks ago moved into a larger apartment with two bedrooms and two bathrooms. She and Connor had the larger room with the master bath while Murphy had the other. The rent was more, but Smecker had helped them out by pulling some strings.

Not even bothering to take of her shoes or change Sara fell onto the bed and grabbing the edge of the covers pulled them around her so that only her feet stuck out. It had been a long day.

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Connor waited a good thirty minuet before allowing himself to get up and follow Sara to the bedroom. She lay on the bed facing the wall as he stripped down to his boxers. He gently took her shoes from her feet and then lay down next to her. But when he tried to pull her into his arms she stiffened and moved so that she was right on the edge of the bed.

"Not tonight Connor. I don't feel well."

"Do ya want to tell me…" he ventured but was cut off.

"There's nothing to tell Connor." Sara felt bad for lying. But it was only a partial lie. She didn't have anything to tell, and what she did have wasn't hers to tell.

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Murphy stood outside Mary's building looking up her window. He had gone upstairs to see her but had received a slammed door in his face with no explanation. He wasn't even sure what had him more concerned, the fact that Mary didn't want to see him or the fact that she looked terrible as if she hadn't slept or showered, not to mention her tear streaked face.

He leaned against the light pole and just watched. Occasionally he would see the outline of her figure pass by the window. At one point she even stopped and seemed to be looking back at him. Then she had closed the blinds. At last he saw the lights go out one by one through the apartment. The bedroom window was the last to go dark.

With a sigh Murphy stuck his hands inside the pockets of his pants. He'd try again tomorrow.

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Author's Note: Oh those poor boys. I almost feel bad putting them through all of this. (Almost.) Their woman are acting very odd and they don't know why. Review!