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9 weeks
It was some kind of cosmic joke. Beth thought. She had took a life out of the world and now she was about to bring a new one in to it.
Beth's been through this many times before, she's not stupid despite what people thought, she knew weeks ago this was a possibility, well more probability really, probably wasn't her smartest idea to seduce her gangbanger boss and it definitely wasn't her smartest idea not to use a condom. She had tried to put the missed period down to stress (she had just killed a man she was entitled to be stressed!) but still couldn't bring herself to do a test for weeks. Living in limbo, as she went back and forth about whether this potential baby, his baby was a good thing. How could she look a child in the end knowing she'd killed its father? Beth didn't think she could. Sure, if she was pregnant, she didn't have to continue with the pregnancy but could she have his child's blood on her hands with his? There had been too much blood spilled already.
That's how she ended up looking at the bright pink plus less than a month after that night, the night she took a life, knowing this was her penance.
It would be easier to have a miscarriage. She felt sick at the thought, her hands going to her stomach without hesitation. No. She knew she couldn't go through that. Not again.
This was how she could make it right, she could bring a part of him back into the world after she ripped him out of it.
She didn't want his baby but she couldn't bare the thought of losing it. Maybe if she'd just awoke one morning sheets soaked in blood it would have been easier, but not now that she knew about the life growing inside of her.
He was probably rolling in his unmarked grave at the thought of her having and raising his child the wayward thought hit her before she could stop it and Beth felt her body grow cold, god, he didn't even have a proper burial site. All Turner would tell her was it was taken care of and she was too scared to ask him any more.
Had he buried him? Or was he rotting somewhere just waiting to be found by some innocent party? She checked constantly online for any mentions of a body matching his description being found but so far nothing.
Was his family missing him? Did he even have a family? she knew about his son, the little boy that she had left fatherless but what about other family? Had she took someone's brother? Son? Cousin?... Husband?
If the pregnancy made her feel nauseous the thought of him being someone's husband made her feel sick to her stomach.
Beth couldn't process that she'd become another women's Amber without even realising it.
Beth snorted, yeah that's what she couldn't handle, becoming a mistress, it was totally fine that she was a murderer, she rolled her eyes at her own stupidity dumping the positive test in the bin as she reached for an unused test.
Better safe than sorry.