How could this have happened? That was the question Helen kept asking herself even as she was sitting on the toilet and staring into the two pink lines in front of her. How could this have happened? Neither she nor Bitsy were capable of getting pregnant anymore, and they certainly weren't capable of getting others pregnant. Helen thought that would have been the case, and yet…
First things first, she had to let it sink in that she was pregnant. Second things second, she had to let it sink in that she was pregnant with Bitsy's child. How the hell was Bitsy going to react when she found out that her personal assistant was pregnant with her child? Helen could remember, as if it were just yesterday, Bitsy talking about how happy she was that she never had children. How was she going to tell her that well, she might be having a child after all? She had to imagine that Bitsy wouldn't exactly take it well, but she still had no idea how she was supposed to tell that their lives might change forever?
This shouldn't have been possible, and yet… it just happened. What was in those gout pills they took? She couldn't remember now. She knew that there were some unusual ingredients in them, though.
She'd have to find the answers to that question another day. She needed to focus on what was happening right here, right now. How was she going to tell Bitsy that she was pregnant with her child? Worse, how was she going to tell Spencer that she'd cheated on him? It upset her to imagine the pain she'd be thrusting upon him when she told him she was pregnant with someone else's child. She forced herself to take a deep breath and assess the situation at hand. Okay, she had sex with her boss while they were both high on gout pills, and now she was pregnant with her boss's child. Who should she tell first? The sire of her baby or her boyfriend?
Helen took another deep breath. "Goddamnit, the situations I put myself into." She set the pregnancy test aside and slowly got up off the toilet. "Time to bite the bullet, I guess."
Without saying another word, Helen closed the toilet seat and then flushed. Then, without wasting any more time, she washed her hands and left the bathroom. Once out, she immediately found herself facing Bitsy.
"What the hell took you so long?" Bitsy asked impatiently.
"Sorry, I was distracted by..." Helen's eyes quickly darted upwards before moving right back down. "...something."
"Well, whatever it was, stop letting it distract you."
"Yeah, sure, okay."
With that, Helen quickly darted off to the storage closet that also doubled as her room and lied down on her bed. She couldn't help but wonder if Bitsy had managed to notice how strange she was acting or if she was just oblivious like usual. Even if Bitsy had noticed, though, did she even care? Helen just took a deep breath and laid her palm flat against her belly. It may have been relatively flat now, but she knew that it would only be a matter of months before it started growing and everyone knew about the little life she and Bitsy had made together. What now? Did she want to nip this in the bud or wait and see what would happen from there? As reasonable as that first option sounded, she wasn't sure she wanted to go through with what was essentially murdering another human being. After all, she was Catholic. Catholics didn't murder people, especially unborn babies. She'd be doomed to eternal damnation if she went through with an abortion. Besides, she now had an opportunity to manipulate Bitsy into submission if she so wanted. Would she really want to pass up on such an opportunity if it meant she was one step closer to getting her inheritance?
Before she could ponder on this any further, she heard Bitsy ask out loud about the pregnancy test still up on the counter. Great, now she'd have to tell Bitsy about the baby. It wasn't like she had much of a choice in the matter. As soon as she heard Bitsy calling out her name, Helen quickly got up from the bed and headed for the bathroom.
"Yes, Bitsy?" Helen asked, slight timidity in her voice. "What is it?"
"Whose pregnancy test is this?" Bitsy asked, half-interrogatively and half-confrontationally. "It's positive."
"Oh, it's... mine."
"Wait... are you... pregnant?"
"Yeah. I'm about three months along, actually."
Bitsy immediately reacted with a glare. "I'd like to know who the father is."
"What, why?"
"So I can... pay him a visit, let's put it that way."
"Well, actually, there is no father."
Bitsy raised an eyebrow. "No father? What are you, the Virgin Mary or something?"
"No, what I'm actually trying to say is that a man didn't get me pregnant." Helen paused for a moment before continuing. "You did."
Bitsy just stared at her in stunned silence, almost as if she were a deer in headlights. How could that be possible? Her... getting Helen pregnant with her child? It couldn't be, could it? This wasn't actually happening, was it?
"Are you sure?" Bitsy asked once she'd found her voice again.
"I'm positive," Helen replied. "As far as I know, we conceived that baby while we were high on those gout pills."
"You mean...?"
"Yeah, what else could I mean?" Helen took Bitsy's hand and overlaid it on top of her belly, making sure to hold it there for a little while. "We're having a baby."
Bitsy's face dropped as she let it sink in. "Holy shit... Oh God, I can't do this, Helen! This is not something I want to be doing for the rest of my life! What are we going to do?"
"I don't know, but we'll figure it out together." Helen closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "We pretty much have no choice anyway, and who knows? Maybe this will change us for the better."