Six Weeks Later
Rosette finished the last of her edits and sent the file to her agent. A smile stretched across her face, only to morph into a frown when her stomach rolled with nausea. She jumped up, her chair crashing to the ground as she rushed to the bathroom and spewed up the breakfast she had consumed a few hours ago.
She had been feeling queasy all week, her breasts tender and her moods a little erratic. Her period was due any day now and could probably account for her symptoms, but she’d never had nausea during her cycle.
After rinsing her mouth, she went to the kitchen to get herself some ginger ale. As she stood there drinking, her eyes caught on the wall calendar and the date circled two weeks ago. She and Carlos always marked the date her period was due. It was a leftover habit from when they had been trying to conceive.
Staring at it now, she realized she was two weeks late.
A motion outside the window startled her. She turned to find a raven sitting on the sill outside her window.
“I don’t know what the water holds, but I do know it is supposed to help you.”
A smile stretched across her face. Her heart soaring, she rushed to the phone and called Carlos.