"Yeh, I'm still here. I, uh, I don't know what teh say, love. This is uh, quite the bombshell, yeh know?"
"Trust me, I know. I never wanted this to happen. I thought you should know, though. I think I'm going to have it taken care of. I never wanted to be a mom."
"Well hey, let's not talk about this on the phone, yeah? What are yeh doin' this week?" he asked.
"Just work."
"Well, can yeh get some time off? Say a week?"
"Well probably. I have been really sick, I'm sure they wouldn't take issue with it."
"Do yeh have a passport?"
"Yeah, I do. I travel for work sometimes."
"Ok. Give me yer email address, and yeh'll hear from me by t'morrow." She gave him her email address, and they said their goodbyes. Lisa went to brush her teeth, throw up again, re-brush her teeth, and crawl off to bed. She slept fitfully, tossing and turning with her mind racing a million miles a minute. She woke up twice to pee, angry at her body both times. She felt betrayed, she felt sad, and most of all, she was completely, utterly, bat-shit scared.
Lisa woke up early in the morning with an upset stomach and a full bladder. She brushed her teeth, peed, and got into a hot, hot shower. She let herself cry in the shower, it was easier to pretend she was fine when she couldn't feel the tears running down her face. She cried so hard that she retched, and then decided it was time to get out. She made some sourdough toast and butter for breakfast, and then sat down in front of her computer, a shiny Macbook. She opened up her Gmail, and sure enough, there was an email from Sheamus in her inbox. She clicked it open, and it was a short message and a forwarded message. The message stated: "Lisa, here's the info for you. Pack your bags! See you soon!" Attached to the email was a forward, which included a plane ticket reservation number to go from Toronto to Orlando, Florida, the next day. She couldn't figure out whether the feeling in her stomach was morning sickness or excitement. She felt like there were actual creatures pounding away inside her guts. She printed out the confirmation email from the airline, and jotted off a quick email to her boss, to let him know that she'd be away for at least a week due to illness. She for a reply back right away that said: "Take care of yourself and get better, Lisa, we'll miss you while you're gone!"
Lisa went into her room and started to pack a carry-on bag with everything she needed. She was never great at packing, so pretty much everything just got shoved in there to make it fit. She spent the rest of her day making sure she had all of her ID, including her driver's license and passport together. She puttered around the house doing laundry and making sure she left everything clean and tidy. Lisa hated coming home to a messy house, it was always nice to walk in and have it smelling and looking great. She packed up her toiletries and a novel, then sat down and watched a movie to kill some time. She set her alarm for five am, to be at the airport for seven, so her flight could leave at nine. Lisa fell asleep eventually, with so much on her mind. She slept fitfully, which had become like old hat to her now. Lisa awoke a few minutes before her alarm went off, jumped into a quick shower, and was on the road by five-thirty. The drive to Toronto seemed to fly by, with no real traffic to speak of and the sun just starting to come up. She arrived in great time, and drove her truck to the long-term parking lot. She hauled her carry-on luggage to the terminal, checked herself in, and waited in the long security line. She made it through security and then grabbed a tea and a muffin from the Starbucks over by the waiting area. She took out her novel and read a few paragraphs, but found herself scanning the same lines over and over, and not really absorbing any of it, so she closed it up and stuffed it back in her bag.
After a while, she heard the PA system announce boarding for her flight. She wandered over to stand in line, and showed her boarding pass to the gate agent. She walked briskly down the carpeted gate to the plane. It was a 747, a big, comfortable plane, and the flight attendant directed her to first class. Lisa, shocked, said, "Are you sure this is the right seat?"
The flight attendant, a pretty, tall blonde woman in her early twenties, said "Of course, sweetie! Row three is in first class. Here's your seat! Get comfortable." Lisa sat down after stowing her bag in the overhead compartment. The seat was large, leather, and really, really comfortable. The flight attendant finished seating the rest of the section and asked if anyone would like a drink. Lisa ordered an orange juice, and sipped it slowly while watching the beehive of activity out her window. After a short time, the engines of the plane spooled up and the plane was pushed back from the terminal. The flight attendant stood at the front of the plane and did her safety speech. After that, the plane began to taxi to take its place in the queue for takeoff. They started to gain speed once they'd pulled up to the end of the runway. As the acceleration continued, Lisa felt the G-forces pushing her back in her seat and she marvelled at the craziness that was flight. She settled back to enjoy the ride as the plane came up to altitude.