Things were surprisingly quiet to Mark and Jen for about a month – no sign of Henry at all. Seriously?! This bothered Mark. It was too strange. He knew Henry had to be up to something.
Sure, Henry didn't know their whereabouts, but it was still just too odd.
7AM came one morning and Jen was awaken by an awful sick feeling. She rushed out of bed, hoping that stepping out onto the porch for some air would calm the sudden nausea. Though she was still in her pajamas, she didn't care.
Mark was seated right there in the living room as she came out and he smiled to her, "Good morning, Jen." She only gave a weak smile and headed to the front door, "Just gonna' get some air…"
She stepped out onto the porch, but the cool, crisp air did nothing for her so she decided to leave the porch and take a little walk around the yard. Still did not help.
Mark walked to the front door to watch and make sure Jen remained safe.
Staring at the ground as she walked, Jen's mind raced a bit.
What was this? Had she caught some kind of bug?
She had hoped it was only that, but the fact that her cycle late too was worrisome, "oh please…" she whispered to herself, "please don't be what I think…"
As Jen headed for the front porch, she could've sworn the nausea was finally passing.
Breathing a sigh of relief, she smiled. But once she had reached the bottom of the steps, there it came again and seemingly uncontrollable this time. Falling to her knees, Jen puked hard into the grass.
Noticing this, Mark stepped out and went to her side, rubbing a gentle hand over her back. Once she had calmed, he looked to her with concern, "Why don't we get dressed? I'll take you to a doctor-.." "No…" Jen spoke quickly, cutting him off, "I think I want to rest for a couple days, then see how I feel."
Mark nodded, "Okay, but if this gets any worse, I strongly suggest a doctor visit."
Jen nodded to him, but inside she was freaking out.
Luckily, she stayed as calm as possible on the outside, not wanting Mark to know of her fear.
Jen remembered packing her personal kit.
In it, she had a pregnancy test.
"I, I've got to use the restroom…" Almost in a rush, she got up and headed inside to her room, pulled the test out, and snuck it into the bathroom just as Mark had come back inside. He didn't see her carrying anything because she had slipped it into her pajama pants pocket.
"I'll make us some breakfast, but something light and easy on the stomach."
Mark had called out to her as he now headed into the kitchen.
Minutes passed. The required time for her pregnancy test. It was time to look at it, but she hesitated at first, too afraid of the results. "Please, please, please…" She again whispered to herself, worried and about to panic. Very slowly, she reached out a hand to grab the test and force herself to look.
Time seemed to stand still for a moment as she stared with widened eyes at the results, it dropping from her hand soon after as she stood catatonic/frozen/paused in a moment of mixed emotions, each battling inside before she finally collapsed to the floor. Jen was now sitting, rocking herself back and forth in silence.