Post by laura on Jul 3, 2013 15:47:40 GMT -8
By the time they’d reached shelter, Emma was beginning to fray around the edges. The day had left her both mentally and physically exhausted, and Zia’s poisonous comments hadn’t helped. Honestly, she couldn’t have cared less about how the other woman felt about her, like or dislike, it did nothing to faze Emma, but it was the way she’d made her feel… useless.
She hadn’t felt that way since she was sixteen.
Emma knew how to fight and she knew how to do it well; anyone questioning that fact risked severe injury. If Zia opened her mouth on the subject once more, team or not, Emma would ground her ass into the mud.
“Beth, don’t take this the wrong way, but I was hoping for some – “
“What?” Beth challenged, locking them into a small back office, out of ear shot from the others. “Elijah time? I think you’ve had enough of that.”
Emma scoffed at that. “Excuse me? We haven’t spent a single minute alone since my birthday. Nearly a month ago.”
“Oh boo-hoo. Get over it. We have more important things to deal with right now.”
Emma watched the woman walk around the pale oak desk, before taking a seat in the worn, ripped leather chair behind it. “Meaning?” She asked.
Beth spun in the chair until she was facing Emma head on, surveying her closely with narrowed eyes and her hands laced on the table top; in the same fashion that reminded her of Landry.
“You’re late, Em. Which can only mean one thing…” When Emma didn’t offer any sort of reply, she added. “Seriously? Are you going to make me spell it out for you?”
“I don’t understand why you’re so concerned with my monthly going-on’s.” Emma shrugged indifferently. The more she played the ignorant party, the better.
Beth gaped at her. “What the hell, Emma? I’m your friend – probably your best friend, because let’s face it, I’m awesome – and believe it or not, but I actually give a fuck about you. You’ve been having naughty, unprotected sexy time with Elijah and now you’re throwing up, plus you’re late. So add that all together and what do we get?” She pointed one slim finger at the red head. “You, my dearest Emma, are pregnant!”
There were a range of different ways for a woman to react to this kind of news, or at least, a normal woman. It was taken in one of two ways – good or bad, smile or cry. But how did Emma react?
She laughed.
A full-hearted - if not a little hysterical – giggle burst from her throat. “What?!” She gasped between her laughter. “No! Don’t be ridiculous.”
Palms braced onto the table top, Beth pushed up, the chair careening off behind her. “I am not being ridiculous! Have you or have you not been using condoms, Emma?”
That only made her laugh more. “I am not telling you that!”
“You’ve told me about your ‘special’ birthday evening that you shared together, out in the middle of no-where, with no pharmacies of any kind nearby…”
Thinking of that night – which just happened to be the last time her and Elijah had been intimate – never failed to release a flurry of butterflies in the pit of her stomach. Though, with Beth’s querying, Emma found herself going over the details of the evening with closer inspection.
The picnic, the flower, the ring (oh, the ring) and the words, they’d been so caught up in the moment, that when it had come down to it… oh shit. A wave of horror washed over her, slapping away all traces of her humour. How could neither of them have realised what they’d done? They’d completely forgotten!
“Holy shit…”
Beth rounded the desk to grip tightly at Emma’s shoulders. “Let’s not panic. I mean, look where we are – there is bound to be a pharmacy section in this place, so you stay here and I’ll go find a test.”
“What?” Emma squeaked.
“I am going to track you down a pregnancy test, Em. Don’t move. Stay riiiight where you are.”
The brunette swiftly moved through the office door, only to appear a second later, a smile peeking at her lips. “If you are and it’s a girl, I wouldn’t mind if you named her after me. Elizabeth is a great name and all.”
Emma’s glare was all the answer she needed.