Gravity

Epilogue

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11 - 12

Eleven to twelve? What is that even supposed to mean?

"Hazel? You done in there?" Molly calls from the outside. "What does it say?"

"It has two lines on it and it says eleven to twelve." I holler.

"What? I can't hear you."

I flush the toilet, wash my hands and step out of Molly's bathroom. She's leaning against the wall with folded arms and I repeat what I say. A slight smile appears on her face and she high fives then hugs me.

"So how are you gonna tell him?"

I shrug and she stops smiling. "I don't know," I said. "Any tips on how to?"

"Have I been pregnant before?" She snaps. I put my hands up in defence.

"You still could advise me?"

"You're on your own here, Hazelnut. But when my time comes, then you better help me." She grins once more and then requests to see the stick thing. I show her it and she purses her lips. "Eleven to twelve weeks?"

"Is that what that means?"

Molly rolls her eyes and playfully hits my arm and laughs. "I swear, Haze, you're so silly sometimes. Of course that's what it means, what else could it mean?!"

I shrug. "Could mean anything?"

"Oh Hazel."

Cooper's already home when I get back.

Pom greets me by the door to our apartment by barking and demanding I pick her up, so I do. She snuggles into my chest and I stroke her fur for a moment before entering the living room. Cooper's asleep on the sofa, still wearing his work uniform and I wonder if I should wake him up but decide against it.

However, Pom has other plans and jumps from my arms to his face. Of course, he wakes up, and I have to help pry her off him.

"Heey, Hazey." He says, yawning. "Where have you been?"

I sit down next to him, Pom secured in my arms. She's gone back to being quite neutral, any traces of outbursts gone. "I was at Molly's.." I reply.

"Oh, cool." He loosens his tie and then shuffles closer and puts his arm around my shoulder. "So did you go to the doctors earlier?"

"... Yeah, sure."

Lately, I've been throwing up and feeling sicker than usual. Cooper thinks I have a stomach bug, but little does he know it's more than a bug in my stomach...

"What did they say?"

I smile at him, hoping my smile is bright enough to momentarily distract him. "Everything is okay. How was work?"

He shrugs. "Tiring, per usual." He yawns as if to add effect. "Did they take a blood sample from you?"

"Nope, a pee sample." I lie. "Was weird."

"Oh... okay."

The topic of my well being fades for the time being and I'm contemplating on how I'm gonna tell him what the problem is. He looks pretty tired so, I decide to just leave it for now.

Molly rings me when it's just past ten at night.

"Have you told him?" She says immediately. "Tell me you have, I want to know what he did! Did you?"