Felicity made a decent attempt at acting normal during the day. She attended classes, took notes and answered questions, but she didn't show up during the lunch period. She was in the bathroom, staring at a mirror and looking down at her abdomen, half-expecting a baby bump to suddenly appear. Since confirming her pregnancy the day before, she had taken time to think and wrestle with how she was going to tell Galad. It was without question he was the father of the child, and the two expected to have children but all of that was meant to be in the future. The far future. They still had a year or two at least until their wedding. Now everything was uncertain. The last time she felt fear had been when Charlotte vanished into thin air.
Everything would change. She knew it. An abortion was an option that she wouldn't consider. Her fealty to her kind and knowing how pure their child would be was one of many reasons. So if Felicity kept the child, what would happen? She still had three film festivals to attend, and she'd wanted to start another film project and had nearly finalized a deal with the local stage theatre for a show. When Felicity tried to focus on that, she couldn't. The more pressing issue lay in her womb, fertilized and now growing in size as cells divded, creating more cells.
Lunch ended and she made her way to her next class. She had to tell Galad. He had to know. Keeping this from him felt wrong. After how close they'd become, she believed in him—she trusted him. She ignored other texts about where she was during lunch, and she texted Galad instead, asking him to come to her room after school finished for the day. He agreed to meet her there. Once the day finished, she packed her things and went to her room, sitting down on her bed and waiting.
Now she waited and stared at the clock, the ticking loud and almost sounding like a heartbeat. Her hand went over front and she then looked to the drawer where the vial in the positive result resided. The door knocking made her start and she rose to a stand. Pressing down the front of her skirt, as if there were something to hide, she went to the door and opened it. Galad stood there looking happy and smiling, and absolutely clueless as to the real reason why she invited him there. She'd much rather be tugging him in and reliving Saturday where passion overruled caution, but two days ago felt like an eternity.
"Come in," she said, reaching out and taking his hand, guiding Galad into her room. Once he was through the threshold, she closed the door behind her and then turned to face one. Once more, she was struck by how handsome he was, remembering the way his lips felt on her shoulder and over her—no. Focus. Stay focused. She had a baby growing in her.
"You should sit down," she said, her voice having an unmistakable solmenness to it with a dash of anxiety.