Two weeks. That was how long she pushed herself into ignoring the little birds singing into her ear that she could possibly be pregnant right now. She wasn't on any birth control, and she had had sex – with Ben – not so long ago. It was plausible, right?

But still, for two weeks, Rey – a doctor, a gynaecologist, nonetheless – pretended nothing was wrong and that the sickness she was feeling could only be a stomach bug, and that she shouldn't be worried that her period was almost two full months late. Because she couldn't be pregnant. She couldn't possibly be pregnant.

Until it was too much, and she needed to know the answer. So here she was, taking her own blood sample and writing a random fake name on a tag, just so she could make it absolutely sure that she was fine. Not pregnant at all.

And her heart wasn't beating like crazy in her chest as she walked to the nurse station to try to find Kaydel and hope and pray to anything she believed in that the nurse would be discreet with the whole plan she'd come up with.

"What can I do for you?" the friendly girl leant over the counter with a smile.

"Look, I have this patient," Rey looked around. "And she's kind of a big deal, and I need a pregnancy test for her."

She offered her the blood sample, and Kaydel took it, winking at her.

"I'm your girl," she assured her, and read the name of the tag. "Daisy Ridley? Now, that's a cool fake name. Should I email it to you?"

"Yes, please," Rey nodded. "And thank you a lot, Kay."

"I got you," she assured her with a smile, then reached under the desk to pull up a file. "Oh, this one is for you. The patient is waiting in room 3."

She sighed, picking it up.

Back to work it was.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome," her friend answered as she walked away. "Good luck."

She had no idea how much she'd need that.

Rey paced around the living room impatiently, almost feeling like pulling her hair off. Kaydel should have sent her the test results already, she had said they would be ready hours ago. What was taking her so long?

The test had to be negative. It just had to. She couldn't have a kid right now. Rey had never even thought about having kids in her life and being a doctor didn't help at all. And how could she be a mother if she had never had a mother herself? Half of her life had been spent with people coming and going, doing the bare minimum to keep her and the other orphan kids alive, her grandmother was much more her friend than anything else in her life.

And Ben… First of all, how would she explain this to Ben? He would freak out... No, he would probably pass out first. He didn't even remember they had slept together, and she'd just drop a bomb about a baby on his lap? She couldn't do that to him, he was her best friend - the first friend she even felt truly bonded with with. Ben would probably leave her if she did that, who would want a random baby like this with someone they didn't even have any feelings beyond platonic for? It would be too much to ask him, too much to offer him. She had settled into being his friend, she could accept being just his friend... She couldn't bare losing even that one thing they had.

"Look," she raised her head, looking up ar the ceiling at an invisible heaven or whatever and promptly talking to whatever deity was commanding her life right now. "I know I'm not the most faithful woman and never was. But if you help me and don't let this happen, I promise I'll go to the synagogue every weekend, and I'll never work on a single Saturday again in my life, and attend every single…"

The ping from her phone made her rush to the small bar where she'd left it, and an email popped up on her screen.

Kaydel had finally, finally , sent her the test result.

Rey opened the message quickly, ignoring any text in it and jumping right to the pdf file that'd come along with it.

No clinical notes, reference intervals and…

Positive.

She was pregnant.

She was definitely pregnant.

"Fuck."