A/N - Chapter two. Enjoy.

The sun was shining brightly through a crack in Keith's blue curtains, so brightly you could see the duct particles floating about. Natalie forgot she had fell asleep in his bed, she hoped Henry didn't mind. She liked waking up in a friendly environment which made her feel at ease. Natalie buried her face in his pillow and took a deep breath. If she could bottle the scent she would, she would spray it everywhere, just so she could have that constant happy memory follow her where ever she went.

At that thought her stomach lurched. No, she wasn't hungry or sickened at the thought of Keith, in fact she didn't know what was wrong with her. Natalie had been like this for just over a month now. She sprung out of bed, and ran out Keith's bedroom door. Natalie raced to the bathroom and threw up, making the toilet just in time. Henry Zetterstrom came in, knowing too well what was happening, he pulled back Natalie's hair from her face. He knew she wouldn't appreciate puking in her own hair. Tim laughed as he remembered doing this for his own wife, Keith's mother. She would dart about every so often to make sure she made it to a bathroom. Yes, Henry Zetterstrom knew all too well what was wrong with Natalie. He was surprised a smart girl like herself had not caught on yet.

Natalie knew she was a over a few months late. She put it down to stress. Brooke sometimes skipped a few months a year, it was natural for her, but to be honest Natalie had never skipped before. The fact the she was being sick right now as well made her worry even more. She couldn't be. Although she doesn't actually remember if Keith and her used a condom that night. It wasn't the only time they had, had sex before though, but she was sure she wore a condom the other times she had decided to have a tumble with him.

Tim saw the realism begin to etch Natalie's face. He chuckled.

She'd be purchasing a pregnancy test as soon as she left the Zetterstrom household. She possibly couldn't be pregnant, she was careful, as careful as someone could get with sex. It all added together though. Missed period, and morning sickness. How she only wished Keith was around, he'd be able to tell Natalie what to do, even if it was cryptic. Another wave of sickness hit her, and the putrid smell of hydrochloric acid and partly digested food entered her nostrils. The sweet smell of motor oil and mint was a distant memory of earlier this morning now.
Henry handed her a cool damp cloth to wipe her face.

Henry had already cleared the house from yesterdays events, there was no evidence that a wake had taken place. Natalie felt bad, she had wanted to help Mr. Zetterstrom clear up the mess.
She guessed she couldn't now. The house was as spotless as it could get.

Natalie bid her goodbye to Keith's father as she clambered into the yellow pick up. Henry had decided it'd be in better use in her hands. It would just sit in the drive way if he was to keep a hold of it. Natalie was going to take it to the truck show that Keith wanted to go to in Ontario, it was still getting fixed up though, but she had ten months until the show and that was plenty of time.

Natalie made her way down to the drug store, the same one where she met Al and found out about Billy's death and Keith's cancer. She had never felt so sick as she had that day, her throat went dry when Alan told her. The bell above the door ringed as she entered the shop, and she saw the exact place her and Al were standing that day. Natalie shook her head. She wasn't here to remember that fateful day. The pregnancy tests were in the third isle along with condoms and painkillers. Natalie didn't know what she was going to do, she was well known in this small little town. Everyone knew everyone and she was buying a pregnancy test. God knows what rumours would begin. She didn't even know for certain that she was pregnant.

Natalie picked up the packet that had three tests in it. Repeat experiment, better reliability. Twenty dollars for a few sticks which you urinated on, it was ridiculous. She walked quickly,
Natalie just wanted this over and done with, she didn't want the people talking. Oh god, Al was standing in the line, the exact same place as that day. She silently walked up behind him and stood there, ducking her head and covering her face with her long blonde locks.

"Please don't let him notice me, please don't let him notice me." Natalie kept running through her mind.

"Natalie, is that you?" Oh shit.

She plastered on a fake smile, that never quite reached her eyes, and looked up at Alan. Except it wasn't Al that called out to her, although he was looking at her, no, it was much worse.
It was her ex-boyfriend, Raff. Was everyone she knew in this drug store? She thought to herself. This couldn't possibly be the only one in town. She moved her gaze from Al to Raff, then accidental to the pregnancy test. Alan's and Raff's gaze followed her gaze. Raff's mouth lay open, and Al had a quizzical look upon his brow. She couldn't use the excuse of Brooke thinking she was pregnant again, Raff knew they weren't good friends anymore. She had to think fast.

"Oh," Natalie's mouth formed a perfect "O" shape. "Um, t-this is for a friend from tennis p-practise." Yeah, that sounds good enough she though. Raff seemed to believe her, but Alan,
being a therapist, didn't believe her at all.

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