Two months had passed. Micayla and John were continuing there affair. During the last week Micayla hadn't been feeling very well. She'd been throwing up. She'd come downstairs with a suitcase. Carter thought she was going on a weekend spa trip.

"Micayla are you sure this spa trip is still a good idea?"

"Why wouldn't it be?"

"You're sick."

"Yes and I think this spa trip is just what I need to get rid of all the bad toxins."

"Ok." They kissed.

"I'll see you Sunday night."

"Alright." "Bye."

"Bye."

Micayla went to a hotel to meet John. She'd just walked through the door.

"Hey baby." John said.

"Hi." She said down next to him on the couch.

"How do you feel?"

"Like shit." "I need to get over this flu."

"I came prepared." "I bought you some chicken soup and some of that herbal tea you like."

"You did?"

"Of course you didn't think I wasn't gonna take care of you did you?"

The next night Micayla had just got done throwing up. She sat on the couch next to John. He held her close to him.

"Aw my poor sick baby." John said. He kissed the side of her head.

"I hate being sick." "I'm ruining our weekend."

"No you're not."

"I'm ruining the only time we get to have sex."

"I could care less about that." "I just want to be with you." "You should go to the doctor."

"I am." "On Monday."

"Good."

"I'm glad I'm here with you while I'm sick." "It makes me feel a little better." "I love you."

"I love you too."

It was Monday. Micayla was her doctor's office waiting on her test results. The doctor came in.

"Great news." "The doctor said. "You're going to be just fine."

"Great." "Is it the flu?"

"No." "It's a baby."

"Pardon me?"

"You're pregnant Micayla."

"Are you certain?"

"Yes." "Get up on the exam table and we'll see how far along you are."

"Ok." The doctor hooked her to the machine.

"Alright." "Judging from this I'd say you're about eight or nine weeks along."

Micayla went out to her car. She started to cry.

"Oh my god I'm pregnant." She thought. "What do I do?" "Should I tell John?" "Should I tell Carter?" "Should I even keep the baby?" "There's a good chance it was conceived the night John came to house." "On the other hand Carter and I have been having sex a lot." "If I do keep it and it is John's my mom will kill me." "She'd probably make me hide that it was John's and never let him see it." "Maybe I should get an abortion."