Gwen is downstairs

"Gooood morning sunshine!" Gwen beams at you from behind a glass of orange juice. "You hungry? I bought more granola and fruit yesterday... or do you still want your gross boy breakfast stuff?"

You laugh, and tip some of Gwen's favorite granola mix into a bowl with yogurt, some blueberries and pieces of dried apricot. You take some OJ for yourself and sit down next to your sister, who has finished her food and folds up the newspaper she was reading.

She allows you time to chew approximately half a mouthful before she can contain her questions no longer.

"Soooo... uh. How are you, uh, feeling?"

"I'm fine sis," you give her a skeptical glance, "why are you asking?"

"The pill, stupid! Plan A didn't work out, remember?"

Your spoon has frozen halfway to your lips. Of course. Somehow you had completely forgotten yesterday's morning after pill and all of its implications. There wasn't much room around your lust-filled exertions, but even so, to have completely forgotten something so momentous...

"No, I feel fine. What, uh, symptoms should I be expecting again?"

"Well it's always made me feel really sick. Although I was only actually sick one time. And one time I had my period start basically right away."

"You take this stuff a lot then?"

"Me-ow! Fuck you. No, only three times. Once a loooong time ago and then a couple of times while I was still with Andy. Anyway that's not what we're talking about: You're not getting any nausea? No bleeding? Nothing out of the ordinary?"

"Nothing." Your food lies completely forgotten as a shadow of anxiety returns.

"Well. Like I said, absence of any symptoms doesn't mean it hasn't worked. Judy's never had any side effects when she's taken it, lucky cow." A brief silence. "So... The plan we made last night was to take a test..."

So it was. As Gwen had said, normally you'd have to wait a couple of weeks before testing but this curse... or magic, or whatever the fuck, obviously wasn't conforming to the laws of nature.

"Oh god. Gwen, I don't know if I can do this."

"Babe, come on. It'll always be better to know for sure. I'll be right here."