[The hand on his face tenses up as J's whole body freezes, the previous slight grip tightening a little. Her wide eyes keep staring down at him and her lips pressed into a thin line. There's a cold, uneasy and nauseous sensation in the bottom of her stomach, one that's climbing up with a rabid speed and spreading all over her body -- settling down on her limbs and muscles.
Because she was pregnant.
J doesn't understand. What does that mean? What does any of this have to do with her? After all all, the baby would be Arther's. It had to be. What else could it be?
Pregnant.
It couldn't be. But she's looking for her instead of staying with Arther--- even though she had used and left her in such a cruel way. Holding her breath she only keeps her eyes at him, waiting for him to confirm her fears.]
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Because she was pregnant.
J doesn't understand. What does that mean? What does any of this have to do with her? After all all, the baby would be Arther's. It had to be. What else could it be?
Pregnant.
It couldn't be. But she's looking for her instead of staying with Arther--- even though she had used and left her in such a cruel way. Holding her breath she only keeps her eyes at him, waiting for him to confirm her fears.]