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Imogen West (age 24)
Word count: 2685
TW: Camilla Vega 🥲
Imogen's POV
"G'morning..." I mumble, my hand exploring the cold bedsheet beside me. I slowly open my eyes to find yet another empty bed, and I can only let out a heavy sigh. This is the third time this week... and it's Wednesday. I slowly roll onto my back and run a hand over my face. Today is our joint day off, and we are going to spend it together strolling along the navy pier... or at least we were. I groan to myself as I drag my heavy body from my beautiful pit of peace.
Once I find myself showered and made myself a cappuccino, I sit myself down at the kitchen counter, my phone on the countertop as it rings. Within a few buzzes, the call picks up and I throw my head back. I hear hailey clear her throat on the other side of the line, "is jay with you?" I lean on my hand. There's a small beat before she answers, "no, he's undercover. We caught a high profile case on Tuesday. He didn't tell you?" She enquires. I raise my eyebrows, "he hasn't been home since Monday. Undercover? Does that mean he can't come home?" I frown deeply.
"He can return home, there are just extra precautions needed to ensure his and your safety. I'm sure he's just avoiding coming home to you so you're not put in harms way" she informs me. I slowly close my eyes, "don't lie to me, hails" I let out a heavy sigh. She also sighs, "I haven't seen him, but he's okay. He made contact on his burner phone. I'll let you know the second he tells us anything, okay?" She reassures me. I frown, "yeah, thank you" I hang up. I really hope he comes home soon, I'm missing him too much and he's making me worry.
Rushing to the bathroom for the tenth time this morning, I find myself somehow bringing up whatever's left in my stomach. I can't tell if it's because of my worry, or... no, I can't be. I can't be. I mean... I've been throwing up for a few days now. I've been so caught up in work and worrying about jay that... hell, I don't even know when my last period was. A heavy feeling of dread washes over me as I sit back on the bathroom floor and take in the terrifying possibility.
Maybe I should take a test... just to check. I mean, I would love to have a family. I really would. But, me and jay have never seriously sat down and talked about that topic, of course its came up as a passing comment or a joke... I don't know how he would react if I told him I was pregnant. Would he flip out? Would he freak then leave me? I don't want to ruin what we have, because he is my entire world. We've been engaged for three months now, but with both of our jobs being so hectic... we've never had time to plan the wedding.
Reaching into the drawer, I fish around for the pregnancy test I always keep in here... emergency's only. It only takes five minutes for the results to come back, and I swear five minutes has never felt so long in my entire life. I pace around the bedroom until I hear the timer go off, and my heart drops. My feet feel like a lead brick as I drag them across the floor, grabbing onto the countertop as I stare down at the test. It must be faulty. No... surely I'm not pregnant. I stare at myself in the mirror for a few minutes in disbelief before I shake my head.
It must be a dodgy test, it must be. Therefore, I get my shoes on and drive myself down to the nearest store. With my face almost buried in the side of my jacket as I stand in front of the tests, I feel a pair of eyes burning holes into my head. Discreetly, I turn my head to my right and my stomach drops. Jay (of all people) is stood next to a brown haired woman in one of the other aisles, and he's staring directly at me. I don't know how to react, I know he's undercover, and I'm praying he's undercover right now... because who is she?
