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Pregnant? Me?What?
“No way. I can’t be,” I blurt out, the thought is almost too overwhelming to process.
“You definitely can,” Cynthia says with a chuckle.
“But I…” My voice trails off as I look around at the faces of the people I love more than anything in this world. “Surely not?”
Cynthia chuckles, her soft Irish lilt warm and full of love. “Would it be such a bad thing if you were?” she asks softly.
“No it wouldn’t, but… I… but…” I look up at the guys who are all stuck in some kind of shocked limbo. “I’m going to be a mum?”
“I’m pretty certain,” she replies.
“Howcan you be certain?" I ask, because right now none of my guys seem able to speak. They’re all staring at me like I’ve grown another head. Which I suppose–if what Cyn is saying is true–technically I have.
"The only way to be certain is to take a pregnancy test, but given the description of your symptoms, and..."
"And?" I ask, swallowing hard, because my men still remain strangely quiet. Forcing myself not to look at any of them, I keep my focus on Cynthia.
"And, I have a feel for this kind of thing."
"A feel?" I frown, taking a huge gulp of water because suddenly my throat is parched. “I’m not sure it’s wise to trust a feeling when we’re talking about me growing a baby.”
Cynthia frowns, considering my words. “I wouldn’t have said anything if I wasn’t positive.”
“So you truly think I’m pregnant?”
"Christy isn't the only one who is often referred to as a witch," she explains with a soft laugh, but when I don't react with anything other than shock, she crouches down beside me, takes the glass of water from my hand, placing it back on the side table, then presses her hand to my tummy. "There are the more obvious signs of early pregnancy of course: the fainting, the nausea, the headaches, the fatigue you've been feeling. Those things happen because your body is changing and adjusting to the growing foetus. Your body will be producing more of the hormone progesterone which can contribute to the fatigue you've been experiencing as well as the other symptoms. You may have been peeing more and this is because the body's blood supply increases and your kidneys have to work harder to filter the blood and remove the extra waste."
"I have been going to the toilet more,” I admit, “But I just thought that was because I've made a conscious effort to drink more fluids during our rehearsals for the show next week."
My gaze drops from her face to her hand pressed against my belly. "You said you have a feeling about this kind of thing?"
"Women in pregnancy have an inner glow about them,” she explains.
“So I look like some kind of human lightbulb?” I reply, shaking my head in disbelief.
“It’s far more subtle than that, but the second you stepped out of the stall I noticed it."
"An inner glow? I thought you were staring at me because I looked like shit," I whisper, still unnerved that none of the guys have moved an inch let alone spoken a word. They're clearly in shock.
"You look utterly beautiful, Pen," she reassures me.
"But wait, you had your period last month, right?" Zayn finally says, seemingly snapping out of whatever trance the others are still under. Of my four men, he always knows when I’m due on my period, and is always there with a hug and a box of chocolates when I need it.
"Zayn's right, I did. So Ican'tbe pregnant."
"How was the flow? Lighter than normal?" Cynthia asks me.
"Come to think of it, yes much lighter..."
"Some women have what is called implantation bleeding. It normally happens about six to twelve days after the egg has been fertilised, and can often be mistaken for a period as it happens around the same time you would normally expect it."
“I’m pregnant?” I whisper, my own hand sliding under Cynthia’s as I stare at my belly.
“I strongly believe so, but if you need reassurance I suggest you buy a pregnancy test and make an appointment with your doctor as soon as you can,” Cynthia replies, squeezing my hand briefly before getting to her feet, stepping back to give us space.
Tears prick my eyes and I look up at my men, all four of whom are still remaining freakishly quiet. “We’re going to have a baby,” I repeat, feeling the truth of that sit in the air around us.
