Darcy and Jane
Darcy stared at the white plastic test in front of her with the very unmistakable word on it. This wasn’t even open to interpretation like the test she’d tried yesterday. No, the pregnant in digital letters was pretty clear.
She was kinda… Detached. On the one hand, you know, not entirely surprising. Like… Super sperm was pretty much a given, she probably should have been looking at it as just a matter of time before something like this happened. But… She hadn’t? Oops.
So now what?
She moved out of the bathroom and down the hall to Jane’s lab, barely registering the steps she was taking.
Jane looked up from her screen as Darcy entered, and immediately got to her feet to rush over. “What happened?”
Okay, because it was a secret. She hadn’t told anyone about the faint second line on the test yesterday. No one. She just held out the test and Jane took it, squinting for a second as she realized what was going on. “Uh…” A glance up to Darcy, then back at the test. “This is yours?”
“Yeah.” Not that Darcy was really going to walk around with other people’s pee sticks, but she could understand the disbelief. “Yeah, so, um… That’s a thing.”
“Are we…” Jane’s eyebrow lifted as she peered into Darcy’s face with a very concerned expression. “How are we?”
“Processing. Denial. Desperately wanting a large vat of ice cream to bury myself in for a day or two.”
“I can…” Jane looked around the lab, then nodded. “I can do all of that. Let’s go upstairs and we’ll get started.”