DI Alec Hardy

You look at the little stick, completely petrified.

...How could have this happened?

Well, you knew exactly how. Too much alcohol and stress, resulted from a much too complicated drug traffic case, and there you were, in your grumpy boss's bed.

Neither of you had considered it. You had been both rather mortified, and had decided to just move on and forget it ever happened.

Which is what you did.

Until you started to noticed small changes.

Your period were late, which was odd, since you were quite regulated. You had morning nauseas. A sensitivity to smell.

A recipe for disaster, then.

So you had taken the test, just to be sure, convinced it would be negative, though you couldn't really remembered if you had used protection.

But there it was, written clearly.

Pregnant.

You bit your lip, completely mortified and panicked.

...what now?