She was pregnant. With child. Expecting. Whatever anyone wanted to call it. She just thought of it as disastrous.
She wanted a family. She always had since she and Sam got together and made things official, since she really started thinking about an honest-to-goodness future. But that was for later, definitely not now. She knew that was something the two of them were on the same page about, and now it wasn't possible to wait until a better, more settled time. It wasn't possible to wait until Heather had better control over her own life, even though she'd been doing much better with those demons from her past. And it wasn't possible to wait until Sam figured out a cure, or until they discovered whether or not the demon blood could be passed on.
It was too late for all of that.
Heather sat on the edge of the bed, her hands wringing over and over in her lap. She'd returned a few hours ago from Claire's place, after having collected a good amount of moral support from her, Faith, Jo, and Mary. And she'd needed it when that little plastic stick gave a positive reading. Her heart hadn't stopped pounding since then, and she felt dizzy as she'd returned home and moved up into the bedroom she and Sam shared. She had to tell him, and she had to do it right away. It wasn't something that could wait, considering their circumstances, and she had to get it done before the adrenaline wore off and she lost her nerve.
Hearing the sound of the door opening downstairs, her whole body stiffened. He wouldn't be happy. He would be everything but. Angry, upset, nervous, shocked. Maybe she could wait a day or two until -- no. She stayed put and waited for him to ascend the stairs, entering the room a moment later.
She swallowed hard, then offered him a wan smile in greeting. "Hey, Sam."