Three simple words...

Ten

Fiona sat at the dining-room table among all the other witches, Marie and her girls.
"Great news all." Marie says.
"The countess is dead." Joe says.
"Yeah and I was too weakened to even handle the damn situation." Fiona stood up and pushed her chair in, storming upstairs.
She locked her door and collapsed into the floor. She wondered if she was fading, although that'd be impossible. She had sold her soul after all to papa legba. What could make her so weak? She'd never felt this weak. The only thing that weakened her like this was Delia. She gasped as she had this sudden realization and stood up, running into her closet and putting a sweater on before going downstairs and walking outside. Marie saw her walk out and followed.
"What are you doing?"
"I've got to go to the hospital."
"Why?"
"Because, I may be pregnant."
"Pregnant." Marie said blankly.
"Pregnant."
She ran down the street, calling a cab at the end of it.
*
She sat in the waitingroom, dazed. What if she was pregnant? Would the axeman still want her? Would she have to give the baby to the coven again?
"Goode."
She stood up, grabbing her purse and leaving her terrible thoughts.
She took the blood tests and urine sample and waited in the pale room, she felt as if the walls were slowly moving in on her. She started panicking and at that time the doctor walked in. His chirpy smile agitated her as much as it did when she first spoke to him. She hoped for the best.
"Well?"
"You're perfectly healthy."
"I knew that."
"Am I pregnant."
"Well Ms. Goode," he sighed, "You are-"