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writing_shadows2010-10-19 02:31 pm
akonken.livejournal.com) wrote in writing_shadows2010-10-19 02:31 pm
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(Lost) Alternate reality - a surprise.
This is supposed to be impossible.
It's not even about the purported magical barrenness; I have heard the words "Hedge herpes" used seriously. I don't want to find out what that's like firsthand. I'm not picky about who I sleep with (well...I pretend not to be, and when you pretend not to be, you have to have some unwise sex), but I don't want any leftovers, do I?
So I glare at my doctor. "I am not pregnant."
He just points at the test results.
I grit my teeth, put my clothes on, and leave. I would do my own test, thank you. A dozen of them if I need to. This is impossible, and I intend to prove it.
...
...A dozen pregnancy tests later, I'm beginning to panic.
I cannot have another child. Not now. I've an invasion looming in which I'm fated to die. I've a boyfriend I'm terribly fond of. I have a job I love. I have...Hell, I have everything to lose. How did it come to this?
I blame Red. If it weren't for Red, my heart could have stayed shut and safely out of reach.
Now I find myself considering just going with it. Seeing what happens. Making another family.
Because that worked so well last time.
It's not even about the purported magical barrenness; I have heard the words "Hedge herpes" used seriously. I don't want to find out what that's like firsthand. I'm not picky about who I sleep with (well...I pretend not to be, and when you pretend not to be, you have to have some unwise sex), but I don't want any leftovers, do I?
So I glare at my doctor. "I am not pregnant."
He just points at the test results.
I grit my teeth, put my clothes on, and leave. I would do my own test, thank you. A dozen of them if I need to. This is impossible, and I intend to prove it.
...
...A dozen pregnancy tests later, I'm beginning to panic.
I cannot have another child. Not now. I've an invasion looming in which I'm fated to die. I've a boyfriend I'm terribly fond of. I have a job I love. I have...Hell, I have everything to lose. How did it come to this?
I blame Red. If it weren't for Red, my heart could have stayed shut and safely out of reach.
Now I find myself considering just going with it. Seeing what happens. Making another family.
Because that worked so well last time.