Having suspicions was one thing, but having them confirmed was another.   She leaned back against the toilet wall; limbs sprawled across the cool concrete tiles before she lurches to the toilet bowl as another wave of nausea hits her. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. She’s been up since 3am in the morning, hurling up the contents of her stomach till there’s nothing left as waves after waves of nausea hits her, which she doubts will be ceasing anytime soon. It’ll only be a matter of time before Gary wakes up and she knows she has to get back to bed before he finds her here (she doesn’t want to arouse his suspicion) as she isn’t quite ready to tell him the news. Jihyo has tried to convince herself that it was impossible, especially since they’ve used protection every single time, but her sudden aversion to Americano and overly sore s told her otherwise. Initially, she’d thought that her period was coming, but it’s only then that she realises her period has already been a week late. Panicking, she took a couple of pregnancy tests while Gary was at work, and as expected, the results were positive. Her immediate reaction was paranoia and dread. Sure, she’s worked with kids and she’s good—well great, with them, but this was terrifying. This child was going to be her’s—her and his responsibility. Gary and her have skirted around this topic once or twice during their marriage (with the occasional, “well, let’s hope our daughter cooks better than you” or  “imagine our future son wearing that”), but have never given it serious consideration. Perhaps things would’ve been all right if