"Apple pie and…cheesecake!"
"Jeez Claire, you just had lunch and you still have room for two desserts?"
"Hey don't question, just serve."
Ann rolled her eyes, "Don't come crying to me when you become a fatty."
Claire's stomach suddenly rumbled in a very unladylike manner.
"Get me my dessert or Goddess help you I'll get them myself, and I can't assure you that you'll have any left after I'm done with them!"
The waitress 'hmph-ed' and went to fetch Claire her precious dessert cakes, and when they arrived at the table they were gone in a matter of minutes. Vacuumed up before Ann had time to coherently understand where they had gone.
"Jiminy crickets! You sure have one hell of an appetite, those desserts didn't stand a chance against you." She exclaimed as she took the plate away and gave Claire a raised eyebrow look, for she was still going through the menu.
"Oh man, I know I shouldn't but could you gimme an order of the cookies as well?" Claire smiled sheepishly at Ann, "I'm just starved!"
The blonde had been feeling on top of the world lately as she'd put the dreaded morning behind her. The only thing she missed was her fairly close friendship with Gray, they'd grown apart after they'd had that talk at the top of the stairs in the inn. The horrible box of pregnancy tests was safely tucked away underneath her bed and she'd honestly not had another worry in her head since.
A plate of chocolate cookies clattered noisily onto Claire's table.
"I'm eating half of these because if you ask me twelve cookies for one girl just isn't healthy." Ann plopped onto the seat across from Claire and bit viciously into the crumbly cookie. She chewed with great vehemence and violently snapped at Harris when he'd tried to call her over to place an order for his lunch. Claire's blue eyes peered at Ann curiously.
"Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." She stated as Ann shoved another cookie into her mouth.
"Listen to me Claire, as much as I love him, I hate my father right now!" Her first clenched in anger and the cookie she was holding crumbled to pieces, Claire looked at the bits on the table sadly, what a waste of cookie.
"It's no fair, he tells me I should start thinking about getting married, but when I finally find the guy of my dreams he says 'find someone other than him'! How hypocritical and stupid it's unjust and the worst part is I can't storm off and be angry because I have to work in this bloody inn!" Claire was glad Doug was in the back room because Ann's voice had gotten pretty loud.
"You know what…you know what! I don't have to work here, Claire I'm leaving! The oppression of two lovers has to stop at some point! I'm going to find Cliff!" Before Claire could answer, Ann marched right out the front doors. The plate still had three cookies left and Claire's sweet tooth was still acting up, so she pocketed the cookies, placed her money on the table and left.
Ann always was horribly impulsive.
Strawberries sounded good, in fact they sounded delicious. Claire rummaged through her fridge but was disappointed to find that she had forgotten to save strawberries from the last spring harvest. She looked outside at her snow covered fields and grumbled. She really wanted strawberries, but where could she get them during winter?
She settled for an apple instead and glanced at the clock, she was surprised at the time, it was two in the morning. Her constant hunger pangs were getting a little out hand she decided, she'd been eating like a horse these past few days although the craving for sweets and pastries was something she was used to.
The calendar caught her eye, actually, shouldn't she be expecting her period soon? She flipped back a page to see that it had been a month and 4 days since her last cycle. Meaning she was 4 days late…of course it was normal to be maybe be off a few days. The apple core was tossed into the garbage and she went to sleep, she'd rather not think about things like that this late at nigh
The days passed and everything went routinely until one morning she awoke in a frenzy. Dashing to her washroom she barely made it in time to the toilet as she threw up last night's dinner.
Well, that's worrisome. Claire thought absentmindedly as she washed out her mouth. She also noted that her period still had not come, it had been a two weeks since she'd last looked at her calendar. Begrudgingly, in the bright early morning hours of winter she shuffled back to her bed and reached underneath, pulling out a box of First Response pregnancy tests.
With shaky hands she took one of the small boxes and opened it. A slender thermometer like stick slid out, with a sigh she returned to the bathroom crossing her fingers for the best.
Since it was his day off and he was planning on going to the library, like he did every Thursday. Throwing on a jacket and scarf he left the warmth of the inn, it had snowed heavily last night and he trekked through the streets with some difficulty. He was halfway to the library when someone grabbed the tail of his scarf and pulled him backwards, effectively making him choke.
"Wh-what the hell?" When the scarf went lax he whipped around angrily. Claire scowled back, equally miserable looking.
"Gray, we have something extremely serious to talk about."
"Oh, so now you want to talk? Well you know what, I'd rather not." He started walking away again but she still held his scarf and she tugged it back once again.
"Will you stop that? What the hell's so important anyway?"
She promptly thrust a plastic stick into his gloved hands.
"Don't worry, I washed it." She spoke quietly but he didn't exactly get it, he stared at the stick dumbly.
"What is this?"
Rolling her eyes she pointed at the tiny oval on the stick, it had two red lines in it.
"This means I'm pregnant."
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1 line means your not pregnant, 2 lines means you are! Hurray for First Response pregnancy tests
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