Rosie stared down at the little stick in her hand, with its clear text: no silly lines, no guesswork about dark or light or if that was a plus or anything. It was her third test, now, joining two other slightly more ambiguous positives (or, well, ambiguous in her own head, where the thought of this was both startling and a little bit wonderful.)
She supposed it could still be wrong, but she also had to admit that maybe she was kidding herself. There was a reason she’d started testing—too many symptoms piling up all at once. Nausea. Tiredness. Headaches, which she normally wasn’t particularly prone to. She’d even been too tired to try powering up for a few weeks until just a few days ago, when she’d found, strangely, that she couldn’t.
It had created a fear in her she’d never really known before—that something was wrong with her power, her world. But she’d tried to dismiss it; there was no reason to think anything might be wrong. Things had been peaceful on her more recent visits. No sign of anything out of the ordinary. So she’d begun to wonder if it was something wrong with her. If all her symptoms pointed to…anything.
There were probably a million possibilities, but if she was honest, there was one she’d zeroed in on fairly quickly, given the timing, and everything else going on, and while she couldn’t say for certain, she could see a logic in not being able to be magical if her little suspicion turned out to be correct. Which, of course, it had, in the end.
It had seemed a little silly to her at first to even consider that she might be having a baby. She certainly hadn’t set out to do something like that, and it was hard to believe that she was…anything even close to ready for that.
(Was anyone, really?)
But then, the possibility was on the table—she and Tulio hadn’t exactly been careful. It just hadn’t been a thought on her mind, like not believing it could happen would magically make it not happen. And of course Todd wouldn’t have thought of it, given everything about his circumstances, and—
Oh, she felt so silly. But there was really only one thing to do, wasn’t there? This wasn’t just about her, wasn’t just her choice. And, staring down at that stick with that bold little word, she knew what she wanted—but, again, she wasn’t the only one affected here. Oh, she had to tell Todd, and then they had to tell—well, quite a few people, but one name jumped to the forefront of her mind, and there would be so much to plan and so much to do—
(Assuming Todd wanted this as much as she did—but she had to hope that he would—surely he would?)
Well, there was only one way to find out. She would have to make a very important phone call.
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