Mirta had been pacing the office, holding a double whiskey but not drinking it, she wouldn't be doing that now, Not any time in the next however long, she thought about seven months, maybe six. Nah she couldn't be three. Could she?
It was one of those times where completely royally kriffed was an understatement.
When Sam walked in she knew what she had planned to say. There had been lead ups, explainations, theories as to when, and talk about how it would work out and they had options and things they could consider and friends who would be there for them and all sorts of stuff, but instead when it came down to it she went with honesty, she handed her boyfriend the drink with a quick kiss to the cheek.
"I'm pregnant. Drink that and I'll get you another"