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      Doctor Andrews approaches, a beaming grin lighting up his sallow features. At least he’s not about to tell me I’m dying, I say to myself.

      ‘I’ve got your test results back,’ he says, flipping to the relevant page on his clipboard. ‘And it looks like congratulations are in order.’

      My blood freezes in my veins. Is he about to say what I think he’s going to say? I pray to whatever deity will listen that I’m wrong.

      ‘W-what do you mean?’ I ask, feeling my entire body begin to tremble.

      ‘You’re pregnant, Miss Jones. About ten weeks, judging by your hCG levels. Congratulations! I suggest you schedule a booking in appointment with your GP, just to get the ball rolling. In the meantime, drink plenty of fluids, avoid strenuous exercise and get plenty of rest. There’s a tiny little human in there.’ He points to my stomach and his grin widens. ‘Do you have any questions?’

      ‘You mean apart from how the fuck did this happen?’ I say. ‘Nope, none.’

      Doctor Andrews looks at me, as if he’s not sure whether to explain the mechanics of conception to me or not. I guess he’d draw a diagram with crayons if I asked him to. He gives a little nod then walks off towards the wards, with seemingly no idea that he’s just blown my entire world apart.

      The facts are irrevocable: I’m ten weeks pregnant. With my ex-boyfriend’s baby.

      Oh shit.

Chapter Two

      Naturally, Emma has a lot of questions.

      How do I feel?

      What am I going to do?

      Does this mean I’ll be giving Scott another chance?

      What exactly happened between us anyway?

      I promise to fill her in on everything when we get back to my cottage, and I’m true to my word. Over a plate of peanut butter chicken curry, I tell her absolutely everything.

      ‘So he just upped and left?’ Emma asks, wide-eyed. ‘Without saying anything to you?’

      I nod, the image of waking up to find him gone twisting my stomach into knots. ‘Yup. He didn’t even think to leave me a note or send me a text to tell me where he’d gone. He said he thought I needed some space to figure things out, which is man-speak for “it shouldn’t have happened, but I’m too polite to say so”. I get that he had a job interview to get to, but why not tell me? We haven’t spoken properly since it happened. I don’t really need to hear him say he’s just not that into me.’

      Emma heaves a sad sigh as she pushes some chicken round the plate with her fork. ‘You two used to be perfect together. What happened?’

      I give a wry smile. ‘Australia happened. I didn’t want to go, he did. He told me I was being a coward and that it’d be a huge adventure for us, but I didn’t want to leave everything we had here. We just seemed to get angrier and angrier at each other, and then he told me he was going with or without me. And he did. I wanted him to stay, but I didn’t want to hold him back so I just let him go. He took his stuff, went back to his own flat and left for Melbourne a little while later.’

      If my life were a soap opera right now – which it may as well be – the classic duff duffs would’ve just followed my last words. Although Emma is well-versed in the events that drove Scott and I apart in the first place, she’s still enraptured as I recount them again.

      ‘I remember when you told me he’d said he was going. I didn’t think for a second he’d actually go through with it. I thought once the two of you had had a chance to calm down, you’d talk it through rationally and come to a decision you were both happy with.’

      I shrug, trying my best to look like I don’t care when I do. I care more than she or Scott will ever know. ‘He made his choice, and it was Australia. Can’t say I blame him really; it’s a beautiful country and you can make a really good life for yourself there if you try. I watched him pack his stuff, but some part of me thought he’d change his mind. Stupid, really.’

      Emma visibly deflates and drops her gaze to her plate of largely untouched food, shaking her head.

      ‘So there’s absolutely no chance that you two could fix things now he’s back?’ she asks. ‘You’re pregnant with his baby, Cleo. I know he did a stupid thing leaving you the next morning, but maybe there’s still a chance for you two.’

      I bristle and grit my teeth. ‘I know I’m pregnant, I was there when the doctor told me. It doesn’t mean Scott and I have to be together though. I could raise the baby on my own if I wanted to. I might have to if he decides he wants to leave again. God, what am I going to do, Emma? I had no bloody idea I was pregnant and now all of a sudden, there are all these big decisions to make and I don’t know where to start.’

      She puts her food on the coffee table, shuffles over to me and gives me a hug. I didn’t realise how much I needed one until I feel her arms around me.

      ‘The important thing to remember right now is that you’re in control. Yeah, you have a lot of things to decide on, but you don’t have to do it right this second and you definitely don’t have to do it on your own. You do have to tell Scott though. He’s the father and he has a right to know.’

      I nod, my head spinning at the thought of telling Scott my life-changing news. I can’t even predict his reaction

      ‘It’ll be fine, you know that right? You’ll always have me and Zara and your mum … Oh god, what are you going to tell your mum?!’

      She puts a hand over her mouth to stop any giggles escaping, but it’s no good. The dam’s already burst and her shoulders are shaking. I join in with her, knowing just how volcanic my mum’s reaction will be.

      ‘I’ll bet you a tenner that the first words out of her mouth are “nobody’s calling me granny!” She hates the idea of getting older as it is,’ I say with a chuckle. ‘I can just see her face turning white when I tell her.’

      A silence slips over the room as the laughter subsides and it’s only then that the reality of today hits me. There’s a human growing inside me, whose future I have to make huge decisions over. For the last ten weeks, this baby has been quietly growing inside me without my knowledge, until they decided to make themselves known. I’ve heard of life throwing curveballs when you least expect it, but this is on a whole other level of crazy.

      Cleo Jones: baker, dreamer … mother?

      *

      For a brief moment when I wake up the next morning, I think I’ve dreamt the whole thing. The fainting, the finding out I’m pregnant, the heart-to-heart with Emma … it all feels like some weird, trippy dream that couldn’t possibly have happened in real life.

      Except it did.

      The wave of nausea that hits me as soon as my feet hit the bedroom floor is all the proof I need. I make a mad dash for the bathroom and arrive just in time. Today’s nausea isn’t as worrying as yesterday’s; at least I know there’s a reason for it now. It still brings up unpleasant memories of my bingeing and purging days, but it’s easier to push them aside than it used to be.

      When I go back to the bedroom, I immediately head over to the window. I hate that Scott and I are stuck in this awkward little routine, but until we can find a way to move forward, this is what we’re left with. Like clockwork, I see his tall wiry frame walking down the road, coming to a dead stop outside my cottage. His hazel eyes flick upwards to my bedroom window and I’m standing there, exactly as I have been for the past eight weeks.

      Scott lifts his hand in a sort of wave and flashes me a hopeful smile. I feel the corners of my mouth pull upwards and return the wave as best I can. The anger doesn’t feel as strong today, even if the image of waking up to find him gone is still burned on my mind. Instead,

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