How should I tell him? Should I tell him?

One voice tells me to be confident. Another tells me this is dangerous. The Doctor's voice echos in my mind;

"Congratulations..."

I squeeze my pillow tight in the darkness. How did this happen?

I knew how it happened. I open my eyes and wipe them with my paw. Why was I so cowardly? So small... So frightened...

How would he react?

That questionwas etched in to my mind. Several scenarios flicked through my head.

"No...It can't be..."

"Really? Wow... I'm... so happy..."

"I don't have time for you!"

I hug my pillow tighter as fresh tears spill. Why couldn't this be prevented? Or stopped?

I swallowed and thought of my sister. What would she say?

Tom. Oh Tom.

I'm pregnant.