staturity:

Cassie chewed a tablet of tums. "Come on, hurry up..." She muttered.

A few hours earlier Cassie had thrown up. That by itself wasn't too unusual. Everyone got sick every now and then and normally she would have ignored it. She would have if her period hadn't also been late. At first she chalked that to stress and her active lifestyle, which she probably should have known better. It wasn't like her birth control had ever failed before. 99% effective when used correctly her ass. O.K., maybe she'd accidentally skipped it sometimes but she was busy.

This was why she was alternating between looking at her stomach in the bathroom mirror and staring at the pregnancy test strip in her hand.

Five minutes later, somewhat in a daze, she walked out of the bathroom and went to find Kristoff.

lytaworthington:

Lyta took a sip of her beer, grabbing a couple of pretzels out of the bowl set in the middle of the table. The bar was a little crowded tonight, not too busy, but packed enough to where they'd have to wait to play pool. Which she wanted to do. She was long over-due to kick Misha's butt at it.

She had to admit, she looked good. Her wings were hidden in their brace under her light-blue blouse that showed juuust the right amount of cleavage. Her jeans were tight, but still comfortable so she could move around in them just fine.

Grinning at her three friends that she was sharing a table with, Lyta placed her beer down on the table.

"This is long overdue, boys."