I waited.

Day after day I waited.

And still nothing. 

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I curled up in bed with my heating pad. My bowl of soup sat on the nightstand getting cold. My appetite was completely gone. Angus was in the living room playing a bit of guitar. It had been raining all afternoon, the drops pattering all over the window panes. After an innocent suggestion that I call my parents I started crying again and Angus made me the soup as an apology. He didn't have to apologise, none of this was his fault. I wanted to traipse downstairs and give him a big hug. 

But I felt too sick. 

I didn't want to worry. Things like this happened all the time. Only...it had never happened to me. 

Maude knew about these kinds of things. It was a common occurrence for her. I almost wrote a letter but there's no way it would get there at a relevant time. I could have called but I wasn't eager to have Angus find out.

But if this kept up, he'd have to know. 

About an hour later the bedroom door opened then closed again. Angus crept up towards the bed. "Hannah?" he whispered. I turned over to face him. 

"Hi," I mumbled. He came up to the nightstand and peered at the bowl. 

"Not hungry?" I shook my head. He climbed into bed next to me and I snuggled into him, using his warm chest as a pillow. His breathing was slow and steady and I relaxed in his embrace. I closed my eyes as he ran his fingers through my hair. 

I loved this man.

We stayed that way for a long time, listening to the rain. "Doesn't look like it'll let up anytime soon," Angus said watching the window. "We could shower outside an' cut back on bills."

I wanted to laugh. I wanted to smile. I wanted so badly to just feel...normal.

I sat up in bed and leaned on his shoulder, playing with the ends of his long hair with one hand and clutching my heating pad with the other.

It was now or never.

I looked up at him, hoping to catch his attention. When he finally looked at me, I blurted it out. "My period's late."