She'd been trying to get pregnant for months, of course being late merely one day made her take a test. That's how she'd been functioning since she had convinced Rafe to try for a baby--not that she ever missed a day, because she hadn't gotten pregnant and her cycle was on the bloody mark every. Fucking. Month.

Except now, the vial in front of her was fizzing and spurting madly, indicating that she indeed was pregnant.

Erin stared at the bathroom door, knowing that Rafe was standing outside of it, waiting for the results. She wanted to get up and scream and jump around and holler and do all the things she imagined she'd be doing when she finally got pregnant, but--all she could do was sit on the edge of the tub and cry. Cry! Not tears of joys, not from being completely relieved that there wasn't something wrong with them or anything like that---she was pregnant, she was going to have a baby and bring it into this terrible world where innocent people were killed for no good reason, homes were ransacked, buildings were blown up--why, why did she think this was a good idea? What had honestly possessed her to want to become a mother now?

The door creaked open, just a crack, and Erin wiped at her face, looking down, but--it wasn't as if he couldn't see the sparking vial of blue.

Who: Emmeline Vance and Derek Dobbs
What: Dealing with the aftermath
Where: The Longbottoms'
When: Tonight

( It's like the sun's--just gone out, or something )