A/N Again the disclaimer. I do not know personally anyone mentioned. This is purely a fiction exercise. Also because English is not my native language you may have to excuse some mistakes I may write. That being said I hope you enjoy it. :)

Facing the possibility of a pregnancy, Grant has just asked you if you have already done a pregnancy test.

You shake your head. "No. I'm too scared to even think about it..."

Grant tries to smile. "What about we do it together?"

"Why are you so calm?" You ask confused. "Aren't you freaking out?"

"I know you're freaking out enough for the both of us." He smiles tenderly. "And I understand, babe. I mean, it's not like I had any plans of getting kids right now too but if you really are pregnant..." He sighs deeply. "Well, then I'm ready to assume full responsibility and love that child with all my heart. We're not teenagers anymore, we're responsible adults, it's not really a big deal."

You look in awe at Grant without even knowing what to say.

Grant frowns at you expression. "You are not thinking of... abortion, are you?"

"NO!" You say shocked. "That thought hasn't even crossed my mind."

"Good." He sighs in relief.

You can't help but to smile at his relief. "I seriously love that you feel that way and feel so positive... I was afraid you would freak out even more than I did..."

"It's a child, it's not the end of the world." He holds you tight in his arms. "And if you think something like that would push me away from you, you still clearly don't know how much I love you."

"A child can change everything, Grant. We know each other for just a month... And yes, I do love you too, you know how much I do, but I'm just not ready for this..."

"Tell you what, we do a pregnancy test first... Whatever the result is, I'm here for you."

"Can we hold that till after tomorrow? I mean, there's only so much I can deal with at the same time... We already have the lawyers, me talking to my boss... And who knows? I might get my period in the meantime." You say hopefully.

"Ok, we can hold it, but only if you promise me something."

You look confused at him. "What?"

"That you'll try to relax and not overthink things. I'm sure that so much stress and worrying is not good for a baby..." He pouts in the cutest way.

You can't keep yourself from smiling. "Remind me to write a postcard to your mom and dad thanking them for raising the most incredible, sweet, and adorable person in the world. And even if Stella fires me I'll never thank her enough for putting you in my life."

Grant smiles shyly. "Oh stop, you'll make me blush... Though my parents would love to get that postcard." He giggles.

"I can make that happen." You laugh.

"Good. So, what about I carry you upstairs now?"

"Are you spending the night?"

"If you want me to."

You giggle. "Like you need to ask."

You spend a rather peaceful and relaxing night with Grant before you head to work in the morning.

You two would be talking to the lawyers during your lunch hour and you would talk to your boss after that, in the afternoon. Of course, you are already starting to feel nervous.

You arrive at your office.

"Hi, Jo. Good morning."

Joan smiles. "Hey! How was the first day of the year?" She winks.

"Good. Yours?"

"Very good. Doug and I..." She interrupts her sentence when the elevator's doors open and Stella shows up. "Good morning, girls!" She says happily. "And Happy New year! Hope you are all in the mood for good news!"

You and Joan look at her intrigued.

She smiles. "Well, good news for both of you, I hope. I would tell each one of you separately but I know you two are best friends outside the office too so... Joan, my dear, I'd like to promote you to my personal assistant. You have far more potential than what that desk allows you to show."

Joan opens her eyes in awe. "What?! Seriously? Oh my god! Thank you!" She stands up from her desk and hugs Stella.

"Oh." Stella giggles. "Glad to see you're happy. I'll take it as a 'yes' then."

Joan grins. "It's a yes alright!"

"Good, you can come to my office in ten minutes so we can set the details. As for you, my dear," she looks at you smiling, "looks like just one month's work in your new position has already gone from mouth to mouth... And important mouths, I mean. The manager for a current top actress has contacted me for us to have her as our client... And guess what? They asked specifically for you to be her publicist."

"What?" You ask baffled.

"Yeah, looks like your other clients have been saying good things about you and to be honest your work shows... You're good, we already knew that. And get ready, this one is in the running for the Oscars this year... Not to mention all the other awards shows this month... She's young and she wants someone young too, someone she can relate to, to handle this stuff for her. Congratulations, you've just become the biggest asset in this agency."

You feel a sudden dizziness and you have to get ahold of a chair to prevent yourself from falling right onto the floor.

"Oh dear, are you ok?" Stella and Joan ask worried, coming to your help.

"Yeah, I'm fine... I'm just... surprised, that's all." You lie. Besides the dizziness you are also feeling extremely nauseated.

"I'll get you a glass of water with sugar." Joan says.

"Just water." You say.

Stella smiles. "I know, that's how I felt when I was about your age and got my first big client. Take a break now if you want, sweetie, in about an hour I'll talk to you about this new client. Also, she's gonna be here today in the afternoon to meet with you, so get ready to be your great amaze professional self!" Stella gives you a friendly hug and goes to her office.

"Here." Joan hands you the glass of water.

"Thanks." You drink it all at once.

"Hey, take it easy." She giggles. "Big news, uh? I'm so happy! For both of us! This year couldn't have started better!"

You are far from showing that much enthusiasm and Joan obviously notices it. "It's because of him, isn't it?" Joan asks, referring to Grant.

"What do you think? I was gonna talk to Stella about that today and now she tells me something like this... I don't know what to do. I want this more than anything but then there's Grant... I want him too, I don't want to give up on him..."

Joan hugs you. "You are gonna sort this out, you'll see."

"And then there's..." You think about your possible pregnancy and you're consumed by another wave of nausea. "Shit. I need the bathroom."

You run to the bathroom just in time to reach the toilet and vomit what must be your entire breakfast. "Fuck."

You try to wipe the tears that rolling down from your eyes. You were hoping this pregnancy hypothesis was nothing but that, just a hypothesis, but now with this entire nausea and vomiting thing and your period still absent, you start to think otherwise.

You go to your office and you sit there just looking at the ceiling. You wanted to call Grant but you're afraid you'd just scare him or that he would make you go to see a doctor so you just stay there, doing nothing and trying to think about nothing. You know if you did, you'd just start crying.

About an hour later Joan tells you that Stella is waiting for you in her office to talk about the new client.

"Are you feeling better?" Joan asks you before you enter Stella's office.

"Yeah. Wish me luck." You smirk.

"Good luck!" Joan smiles encouragingly.

You enter Stella's office and sit in front of her. You look at her and she's all serious, like she's worried.

"Everything ok?" You ask.

"I don't know... I've just received a disturbing email. With photos." She turns her computer screen at you and you almost faint.

You see a few pictures of you and Grant. You two entering and leaving his house, you two entering and leaving your house and the last one it's a bit blurry but it's still showing you two kissing inside his car.