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[_torturedslyth_]

Tracey was more than certain now that she wasn't just stressed out. Sleepless nights due to having to go to the bathroom, getting sick once in a while for no reason, being so far beyond tired that she once went to bed at 5 PM... it all added up.

Not to mention the fact that she was now a week late.

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[go_for_miles]

ooc: Tracey needs this: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/61882240/

[_torturedslyth_]

OOC- LOL!
Miles apparently has super sperm.

[magimaeve]

ooc: Like this! http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/981361/?q=super+sperm&qh=boost%3Apopular+age_sigma%3A24h+age_scale%3A5&qo=1

[_torturedslyth_]

OOC- *died* ohhhh you two killed me hahahaha

[magimaeve]

Maeve was just coming in to check how Tracey was doing. She was concerned about the girl, but she didn't want to push anything with her. Still she wanted to make sure she was ok, so she knocked on the door gently and getting no response pushed it open.

She wasn't suprised to see her asleep again, she'd been napping every now and then for the last week or so afterall, but the pieces of paper on the floor, now that caught her attention. Slowly, and feeling guiltily nosy, she walked over and picked a few of them up. Abortion, Adoption, Teen Pregnancy? She recognised these leaflets, hell she'd been given them herself after her confirmation of pregnancy at the hospital.

So Maeve had been right, her housemate WAS pregnant. "Shit" She exclaimed in shock.

[_torturedslyth_]

Tracey jumped at the sound and groaned, rolling over onto her back to rub at her swollen red eyes. Oh, ouch. Every part of her hurt.

She vaguely wondered if that was a good or bad thing for the baby.

Ew, baby.

When she finally wasn't seeing everything as a blur, she sat up and looked around for whatever had woken her up. And there was Maeve, holding one of the papers from St. Mungo's, looking shocked and guilty.

"Don't tell anyone," Tracey said immediately, tears springing up into her eyes again.

[magimaeve]

"I.. I won't" She assured her as she sat carefully on the edge of the bed. "When did you go? When did you find out?" She was every bit as shocked as she looked.

[_torturedslyth_]

Tracey was crying again, tears pouring down her face. She grabbed a pillow and buried her face in it, which made it a little harder for her to be understood when she spoke.

"I went t-today," She said through the pillow. "I'm d-due in A-april. And I d-don't know whose it i-is!"