Isobel stayed at the door and watched Archie enter with her gifts. She contemplated leaving the flat, and she probably would've had she left her shoes on, but now she was stuck and--there was that stupid nauseous feeling again. She'd read (yes, she'd--started some research) that morning sickness occurred at all times of the day, but she'd been lucky enough to have it only in the morning. This nauseous feeling was the guilt she'd been suffering with since she'd found out she was pregnant.
Pregnant. Pregnant. No matter how many times she had said that to herself, she still couldn't wrap her mind around the idea that she was growing a little...person. Not a thing, she had been calling it a thing in her head for some time now, a little person inside of her and it was absolutely, undeniably, definitely terrifying. Beyond belief, it was the scariest thing she'd ever thought about, and Izzie couldn't recall the last time she thought about having a child, and now she was having one by accident and---
Her eyes welled up with tears as her mind whirled around these ideas, again. Probably the millionth time thinking about having a baby had made her cry within the past sixteen days, and Izzie hurriedly shut the door and rushed into the kitchen, fingers pressed against her mouth to hold back the hysterical whimpers she was about to release.
Oh--oh, stupid---hormones! Hormones and---being absolutely miserable, that helped too.
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