antepartum (9918 words, girl!bezz, the infamous abortion au)
“How far along do you think you are?”
Bezz forces her eyes to not flicker over to Luca, to keep looking at the doctor instead. Act like she didn’t spend two hours doing the maths, hoping she got something wrong, the cold of the bathroom tiles slowly seeping into her bones. Her mouth is dry, so she shrugs. “Do you know the date of your last period?”
The incessant beep-beep-beep of an alarm saves Bezz from having to answer. The doctor turns around, picks up the dip stick with practiced ease. Marcella can’t see her expression from this angle, anxiety swooping through her stomach, but it’s just a second.
“Congratulations,” says the gynaecologist, bright, and Marcella swallows three times in quick succession to keep herself from throwing up into her mask. “You really are pregnant!”
It’s nothing new. It’s also like someone poured a bucket of ice-cold water over her.
I would never have finished this without @splitstuura so from the bottom of my heart thank you
