Thanks everyone for reviewing you rock! This is about a week and a half before the beginning of the last chapter.
She stared at the object on the counter. Pink. It was pink. She was pregnant.
That Morning:
She had felt queasy and had thrown up. Twice. At first she thought it had been food poisoning from the shrimp she ate at Al's, but when she found herself chewing on an apple while feeding Paul Anka she knew this wasn't food poisoning.
She exhaled slowly not knowing what to do. She could call her daughter and explain about Christopher, she could call Luke, or she could get a pregnancy test at Doose's and risk Taylor seeing her. Option 1 and 2 were out of the question. She didn't want Rory to be mad at her, she knew that she loved Luke like a father more so that Chris, and she couldn't tell Luke especially is she didn't know who the father was. A rant from Taylor about protection was defiantly better than the other ideas.
"Shit!" she yelled to no-one. How can this be happening?
She climbed into her jeep, unshed tears clouded her vision. She was in no condition to drive the 3 blocks but she had no choice, she had to know. She put the car in drive and turned up the radio. Living on a prayer was on so she turned it all the way up so that she couldn't hear herself think.
She passed Luke's and couldn't help but look over and see April sitting at the counter probably doing her homework and Luke serving Kirk his juice. He gut wrenched at he scene before her. Even Kirk was allowed to sit next to April, she however was not even allowed to come near the diner. She knew that Luke loved her, he had made that very clear during their trip at Martha's Vineyard, and she knew that she loved him, she knew that. She also knew that Luke didn't talk much but it ripped her up inside not to be included in his life, after all they were going to be married.
She pulled up in front of Doose's, got out, and went straight to the pregnancy tests. Grabbing the first one she saw she darted out of the aisle so as not to be seen and came face to face with Luke.
If the term "dear in the headlights" was ever appropriate for a human situation this was it.