closed - @heyits-asher
where - casa lortiz
Gillian didn't think much of it that she'd been a bit sick to her stomach the last two days--after all, her coworker had been too, Gilly chalking it up to maybe food poisoning or something from the questionable sushi they'd eaten over the weekend for lunch. But it wasn't until that evening that Gilly realized something else, that she'd been so busy puking her brains out that she was late. She was pretty sure anyways. Maybe? It's not like she was a stickler for tracking these things.
And it's not like her and Asher were the poster children for safe sex.
And to make matters worse, while she still felt queasy, her coworker had been back in the office (armed with an ice cream scoop) which only furthered Gillian's panicked train of though. So much so that when Asher got home that evening, Gilly launched herself off the couch, startling poor Sedona out of her nap/guard duties as she beelined towards her boyfriend. "Houston, we have a problem. Maybe. I-I think."














