A week later I still felt as sick as a dog. I'd had the week off work thanks in no part to Edwards insistence. He had been fussing around me like mad, ensuring that I was taken care of. He worried too much. It was just a virus after all.
I was watching crappy daytime tv trying to fight off the boredom when the door went, and when I got up to answer it I found Alice waiting on the doorstep.
"You look like shit," she said bluntly.
"Geeze, thanks Alice," I tried to sound offended.
"Sorry, it's just you really do look like death. Edward said you were bad, but I thought he was overreacting. Have you been to the doctors?" she asked.
"No, Edward keeps trying to get me to go but it's just a virus. Nothing that sleep wont cure," I told her.
"Are you sure? It's just... you don't think?" Alice paused.
"Don't think what?" I asked, nervous by her cautious expression.
"You don't think you could be..."
"Be what? Just spit it out Alice!" I snapped, loosing my patience with her.
"You don't think you could be pregnant do you?"
Oh shit!
AN: Surprise! Or not so much of a surprise as some of you had your suspicions.
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