It wasn't like pregnancy symptoms were complicated or hard to identify. A missed period, queasiness; she'd been there before. She'd thrown up all kinds of food in the early months with Hera
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"You look like shit," Kara pronounced before she'd even made it all the way through the door. Seating herself on the bed, she looked Sharon over. Her nose was red and puffy, along with her eyes, and her shoulders were curled in like their weight hurt Sharon to support. "Are you sick?"
"No," Sharon said, and looked away when her eyes began to burn with tears, "worse. I'm pregnant." She forced the words out, feeling the threat of bile wanting to follow up her throat. But there was no reason to drag it out. In fact, telling Kara was almost a relief.
"What?" The question was asked before Sharon's statement really registered. It was asked because it was the default response, because people like Sharon, responsible, grounded people, did not get pregnant on accident. That kind of idiocy was reserved for frakkups like Kara, who went out of their way to get themselves into trouble. People like Kara deserved it - people like Sharon...it failed to compute.
Sharon winced, her fingers digging hard into her thighs for a moment. She sucked in a breath, and then another, holding in the sobs that wanted so desperately to come out.
"It was stupid. It was only once, and now...God...I'm sorry," she said, her voice thick with emotion. She trailed off. She was apologizing. To Kara. Only, it wasn't for her, it was for someone who wasn't even here anymore.
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"What the frak, Sharon?"
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"It was stupid. It was only once, and now...God...I'm sorry," she said, her voice thick with emotion. She trailed off. She was apologizing. To Kara. Only, it wasn't for her, it was for someone who wasn't even here anymore.
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