Backdated! Bertram!
This was going to be fine. They were going to be fine. If Bertram didn't want to go along with everything, then okay! She was an independent woman, she'd be able to raise this baby by herself. And, honestly! He was a single dad! He would definitely understand that things like this just happen, and she didn't go and get herself pregnant like some crazy love-struck wench to keep him tied to her----
---oh, God, would he think that? She hadn't pressured him into saying 'I love you,' or anything like that! Hell, she'd recoiled at Mira's not-so-happy joke about Bertram basically living at their flat. They weren't serious enough to have a baby together, but what was she supposed to do? It was--she wanted this baby, she did, that wasn't the question, it was just the fact that wanting this baby might ruin the best relationship she'd had in years--or, ever, really--
She'd been sitting on the edge of the Ministry's fountain inside the Atrium and jumped when Bertram's face appeared in her line of vision. Bianca smiled up at him weakly and remained seated, her hands wrung together tightly. She'd picked the latest break to go on lunch because the Atrium was usually empty (ministry workers tended to take their breaks early, not very many morning people around here, like Bianca), and she had made up her mind that she could not go another day without telling Bertram. She'd already known for two weeks!
"Right on time!"
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