It had been a full twenty four hours since Delaney had received the news that she was pregnant, and she still wasn't sure how she felt about it, other than terror. She had no parents to talk to, and she had no intention of owling Nico at school to tell him - not yet anyway. She couldn't tell Maeve, because Maeve was already getting tired of her constant shenanigans and Delaney just knew that this would be the last straw.
Briefly she thought of telling Consuela, but in the end decided she couldn't. Consuela would just be too... happy.
Then there was the issue of the father. It could be any one of three men, and Delaney was well aware of how that reflected on her, personally. The idea of telling any of them before she was sure whose it was didn't sit well with her - though the idea of telling them all and watching them fight it out as to who wouldn't have to take responsibility for it, did make her smirk for a moment or two.
Well, at the very least, it was the baby to blame for her vomiting, and not the Squid place. The concept of apologizing for her slanderous remarks on the journals didn't occur to her, but she was suddenly in the mood for drowning her sorrows in a large plate of delicious, junky noodles and chicken.
Actually, scratch that. Perhaps it would be a better idea to ask for beef. She'd got around to reading the pamphlets and it seemed like chicken might not be a great idea unless she was cooking it for herself and knew damn well it was safe. Oh, Merlin, and she couldn't drink, either... if she ended up keeping this baby, there was no way she wanted it to turn out to be mentally retarded... the world had enough Weasleys...
As she was thinking all of this, she walked toward the restaurant and spotted Gretchen. The two of them had seemed to get along alright the one time they'd spent time together, and Delaney was sure that neither of them wanted a repeat of the truly miserable sex they'd shared. She was the closest thing she had to someone to confide in at the moment, at any rate. Friendly enough to talk to, but detached enough that it didn't matter so much if Gretchen had an unfavorable reaction. Delaney waved and walked up to her, doing her best to smile but only managing a weak sort of grimace.
"Hi," she said glumly. "Listen... I sort of... are you busy?"
She had to tell someone, before her head exploded. Looked like Gretchen was going to be it.