What if Tamara never walked in on the practice kiss?

Oh no

Lucys POV:

It has been a week since the talk with Grey. The day after I talked with him I changed station. Now I'm sitting in my toilet with a positive pregnancy test on the counter, crying, womiting and Tamara trying to calm me. I had started feeling nauseous over the past week and bareley being able to eat.

- Oh no, I cried out devastaded.

- Its okay Lucy, you don't have to tell Tim, Tamara said.

- Yes I do, its Tims baby.

- But its your body, you don't owe to tell him. Ahh my life is great. I'm pregnant and I'm not even talking to the babys father. I won't tell him and I wan't this baby. But i'm afraid everytime I look at the baby I will be reminded how his orgasm filled me and me begging him to keep going.