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— slipping off the course that we prepared
2030 (ish), early evening // [Vous devez être inscrit et connecté pour voir ce lien]
She should just do it. Rip the band aid and do it. But for some reason, she cannot. She stands there, in a bathroom, eyes fixated on the mirror in front of her. All she can see is the precision of her clothes, of her hair, of everything which makes her who she is. And still, there, in the back of her eyes, she can see the tiredness, the way she’s been feeling every morning for the past two weeks. It was one of her colleagues that put the thought in her head – ridiculous. She has been feeling poorly because of a bug, because of something or other. It has not stopped her from going to work, from continuing her ongoing campaigns and projects. It has not stopped her from spending time with her husband, outside and inside their home. It has not stopped her from doing anything and still it has remained on her mind. “Fuck it.” There is a harshness in her moves, in the way she looks away as if it would make any difference, in the way she then waits. Impatience can be heard in her nails hitting the marble, in the way her eyes go to it every so often. On the other side of the door, she hears Seeley coming home, hears the dogs bark with happiness as he moves himself across the living room. She hears him and then suddenly she does not. She has looked and has gotten an answer. Arabella is uncertain. She is uncertain as to why she has decided to leave the small room and join the man moving around the home. She is uncertain because as she seems him she cannot seem to welcome him the way she normally does, nor can she say much. “Seeley, I…” In her left hand rests a test which she never thought she would ever take – one which she never thought would give her such an answer. “I think I…” The words do not come to her because they seem to farfetched, so… wrong? She has planned much of her life, her career, and she knows where it should take her – take them. And this… This should not be part of it. It simply cannot be. And yet it is. “I think I’m pregnant?”