The next morning, Gillian tried her hardest to concentrate on the payroll, but her pregnancy symptoms were now in full swing. Her head was throbbing, her breasts felt so tender she could barely touch them without bursting into tears, she was as tired as all get out, and she couldn't go ten minutes without going to the bathroom because of either peeing constantly or morning sickness. Cal had suggested she stay home that day but Gillian said no, as it might raise suspicions. Gillian looked up when she heard a knock at the door, "Dr. Foster?"
"Ria," she answered, "Please come in," said Gillian motioning to the other chair in her office.
"I have the information on the case you were working on with Reynolds," said Ria, "How are you feeling?"
Gillian thought about it for a few minutes. She knew Ria would be able to tell if she was lying but she didn't want to say she felt like absolute crap either, "Still feeling crappy but not as bad as before," she answered, "I feel worse," she thought to herself.
Ria nodded, "Well as long as you're feeling better."
Gillian looked through the file Ria had given her and looked up at her, "Um Ria you overly busy?"
"No why?" she asked.
"Because I wanted to talk to you about the wedding," Gillian said.
"Now?" asked Ria.
"Yes now!" said Gillian with a little more emotion than necessary.
"Okay," laughed Ria a little shocked by her boss's behavior, "What did you want to talk about?"
"Cal and I are getting married within the next couple of months," she said, "And we need lots of help if we're going to plan wedding that fast. Cal's getting Loker to help along with Emily."
Ria looked surprised and opened her mouth a few times before she said, "Why are you two getting married so fast?"
"Well for one thing, Cal and I aren't having an elaborate wedding since we've both been married before. And there are just personal reasons we don't want to wait," Gillian answered.
"Oh well okay," said Ria, "Do you need help picking a date and location? And getting everything together?"
"Yes, and we want to have the wedding within six weeks," said Gillian honestly.
Ria's eyes widened in surprise, "Six weeks? Is it really possible to plan a wedding in six weeks?"
"Well Cal is working on some of the groom sort of stuff with Loker. And he's dealing with travel plans since most of his family still lives in England. But I think we can pull it off," said Gillian, "Mommy and Daddy have to for you little one," she added mentally.
"Okay, well I have to get back to work, but maybe we can talk about it over lunch or something," said Ria.
Gillian forced a smile. The thought of eating anything made her stomach churn, "That would be fine Ria," she said as she stood. She immediately regretted that action as her stomach churned violently. Cursing silently, she pressed a hand to her abdomen and took a few deep breaths hoping to get rid of the nausea.
"You okay Dr. Foster?" asked Ria with a look of concern as she observed the color slowly drain from her boss's face.
"I'm fine," said Gillian in the most unconvincing manner possible, "I just need to go to the bathroom."
Ria could tell where this was headed and she knew Gillian would never make it to the bathroom, "Do you need the…?"
Gillian nodded and Ria dove for the trash can under Gillian's desk, passing it off just in time. Gillian emptied the contents of her stomach while turned her head away but rubbed her back encouragingly, "Get it off your stomach Gill," she said. When Gillian was finished she sat the trash can down and took some deep breaths, "Better?" asked Ria.
"A little," said Gillian, "Still have a headache though."
Ria felt Gillian's clammy forehead, "You sure you don't want to go home?"
"Now you sound like Cal," chuckled Gillian, "No I'll be fine," she said sitting back down, "I'll see you later."
"Feel better," said Ria and left the room. Ria headed back to her office wondering what was up with Gillian. Sure everyone got sick sometimes but Gillian wasn't running a fever. And she didn't seem too concerned something was wrong.
"Torres!" shouted Cal from behind her.
Ria turned around to find her other boss walking towards her, "Dr. Lightman hey is Dr. Foster sick or something?"
"No why?" he asked.
"Because she, um, was puking her guts out a few minutes ago," Ria answered.
Cal raised his eyebrows and said, "Well maybe she is coming down with something then."
Ria observed Cal's face for a few seconds, "You're lying."
Cal looked down. Emily was right. Gillian and he would have trouble hiding the pregnancy from a bunch of behavioral experts.
"I'm going to see if she's alright," said Cal walking towards Gillian's office.
"Dr. Lightman I…" said Ria though Cal was ignoring her at this point.
Loker came up beside Ria, "Hey do you know what's up with Foster?"
"I don't know," said Ria, "But I know Lightman just lied to me about her being sick."
"What do you mean?" asked Loker.
"Foster got sick while I was in her office," revealed Ria.
"As in," said Loker putting his hand on his stomach for emphasis. Ria nodded, "And I've noticed she's been making multiple trips to the bathroom. Daily," said Loker.
Suddenly, it hit Ria like a ton of bricks, "Wait Loker, I think I know why Foster's acting the way she is."
"Which is?" asked Loker but Ria grabbed his hand and dragged him towards Gillian's office. When Ria and Loker arrived, they found Cal and Gillian sitting on the couch in her office, Gillian with her arms around Cal, and Cal's hand on Gillian's abdomen and the other rubbing her head. And that image was all of the confirmation Ria needed.
"Dr. Lightman, Dr. Foster," she spoke.
Cal and Gillian looked in her direction and pulled apart when they saw Loker and Ria standing there, "Loker, Torres, shouldn't you both be working?" asked Cal.
"Not until you answer me honestly," said Ria. Cal and Gillian looked at each other, both of them knowing what was coming next, "Dr. Foster, are you pregnant?"
So much for keeping the pregancy a secret huh? As always, please offer your thoughts and comments in a review! Thank you!