Hello everyone! I discovered The Good Wife just this year and I know this topic has probably been written a thousand times, but I felt the need to get it out of my system. This is a pregnancy fanfic, so for anyone that thinks it's too cliché stop right now. I have a few ideas for other chapters but I don't know if I'll have the time to ever write them down, so please think of this a series of one shots rather than a full story though it might end up turning into one. It's been quite a while since I wrote anything so any reviews are highly appreciated. All that said, I don't own TGW and this is set somewhere in the beginning of season 3. Enjoy.

Ouch! Alicia exclaimed, simultaneously dropping the knife and lifting her finger to her mouth out of instinct. She felt the metallic flavor of blood filling her mouth as her brain became aware from the pain radiating from the cut in her index finger. She took the finger out from her mouth momentarily to inspect the damage, it was a deep cut, not enough to need stitches but deep enough to fill immediately with blood. A glistening drop quickly formed, threatening to fall into the bread she'd been cutting for dinner. She sighed and sucked on her finger again while she made her way to the bathroom to disinfect the cut and place a band-aid.

She rummaged through her drawers knowing that she had stored the band-aids somewhere around here. She looked around the room wondering where she'd put them and then remembered the cabinet behind the bathroom's mirror. They must be there, she thought as she opened it and looked around. However her search was interrupted by another item that caught her eye first. A medium size box decorated in purples and greens, innocently sitting there in one of the shelves. Alicia's mind suddenly started counting backwards. One, two, three, four... five, six. This couldn't be right, so she counted again. Four, five, six. The cut completely forgotten she went back to her bedroom looking for her phone. She opened her calendar and started counting again, this time checking carefully the days. Two weeks. She was two weeks late.

She felt her heart thumping in her chest. She sat on the edge of the bed, trying to keep her thoughts from going overdrive. She had had an IUD for about five years now, having placed it back when her marriage and sex life with Peter was good enough to need it, so a pregnancy was highly unlikely. But what if she was the one in a million? Sure enough Will and her had had more than enough chances for it to happen. She thought about taking a test, but then decided against it; with her age and an IUD it was nearly impossible, besides, as much as she was enjoying the whole Will situation she knew she'd been stressed about its implications and stress could make her period late... right?

Mom?! Grace's voice made her jump in surprise, taking her out of her reverie. Where are you? Do you need help with dinner? Alicia walked back to the kitchen, trying to hush the annoying thought in the back of her mind that was toying with the idea of a baby. Will and her's baby. While deep down she knew it wasn't the first time her mind went there, she knew at her age and in their current situation it would do more harm than good. It wasn't the time, the place, the anything for such a baby to come by; maybe if things had gone differently at Georgetown...

By the time Alicia lay in bed that night she was convinced there was nothing to worry about. She had booked an appointment with her GYN/OB two days from now just to check everything was fine (better safe than sorry, right?) and then she could move on with her life. However, in the back of her mind that desire of what could have been, mixed with fear of the minuscule possibility it could still happen, lingered; making her turn and toss around in bed for longer she would like to admit.

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Being in the middle of an important case her mind was kept occupied the next couple of days, with close to none time to worry about her skipped period. When the day of her appointment finally came, Alicia was even doubting about the necessity of it all, but in the end she did need to get that IUD checked so stayed put. That's why, when her doctor said "I need to make a pregnancy test" she nearly choked in surprise. It must have reflected in her face, because the doctor was quick to add that it was standard procedure for any woman in fertile age who missed her period. The fact that a pregnancy was even possible, and that her doctor was considering it made panic rise inside her with even more force than two days ago at her house. She tried to remain calm and composed while she took the sample cup the doctor offered her for the urine sample, but the fear of the uncertain that crossed her eyes didn't go unnoticed.

Her doctor, whom she'd known for years now, attempted to distract her while they waited for the time to be up by making small talk about Peter and the kids, which only made Alicia want to sink in her chair, disappear and never come back. She might be pregnant with another man's baby! How was that for the next headline about her family, huh? She thought dryly.

Finally, the three minutes were up. Shall we check? The doctor asked. She was a woman in her mid fifties, soft blonde curls framing her smiling face; having dealt with pregnant women throughout the years, she had developed this sixth sense to know when it hadn't been planned and she was certain this was one of those cases, the ones she had to deal with more carefully. Alicia nodded, swallowing nervously while she stood up and straightened her blouse. They approached the sink where the test was left to do its work. Alicia felt her heart pick up speed and she reached out to the wall when her eyes fell on the two pink lines in the plastic stick.

She turned around to look at Dr. Daniels hoping that this was a new model in which two lines meant negative. However, as soon as they made eye contact she realized she would have to deal with the ultimate joke the universe was playing on Will and her. Talk about bad timing.

Alicia lay in the examination table, her mind suddenly filled by a fog she didn't care to dissipate. There were so many things to think about it was better to think about none. Her gaze wondered around the room, seeing without paying attention to anything, until the doctor moved the ultrasound's screen towards her. Ok, see this? The doctor drew a kind of circle in front of the screen, trying to show the shape hidden in the grayish nonsense in front of her. It's your uterus. It's bigger than usual. And see this line over here? It's the lining, which is thicker, just like we would expect in a pregnancy. This over here... the doctor moved the ultrasound until a L white shape appeared on screen... is your IUD. It moved from where it is supposed to be, it's up and right, just in front of the Fallopian tube... the doctor moved the ultrasound wand again ... and here is where he have an issue. Alicia's eyes shoot back to Dr. Daniels' face once more, reflecting for a second the sudden increase in fear and anxiety she felt. This baby had most certainly not been planned but Alicia felt her instinctive protectiveness arise, and she wanted nothing more than place her hands in front of her lower belly, like if that could make any threat go away; however she kept her hands hanging lifelessly by her sides while she focused on the doctor's voice again ... the sac where the baby develops can't be seen. It might be too small yet to be visible, but with the IUD it might get stuck into one of the tubes instead of growing in the uterus or it might even be that the pregnancy failed and your body is reabsorbing it all... Alicia couldn't believe her ears. She had gone from pregnant to maybe not pregnant or with an ectopic pregnancy in less than half an hour. This was just too much to take. She did her best to keep a straight face the rest of the appointment, while she got her blood drawn and while she listened to all the risks of having kids at her age and the high risk of miscarriage due to that, coupled with the IUD. Apparently she needed to have some tests done now and then repeated in 48 hours to find out what was going on. She managed to leave the doctor's office in the completely composed look she'd perfected over the years, but as soon as she was alone in her car tears started flowing freely. She was crying not only for the mess she had gotten herself into, but for the many times she'd imagined the what-ifs in Will and her's relationship, the part of her who desperately wanted this baby and the part of her that was terrified to deal with it. I'm sorry I brought you to this, she whimpered, trying to regain her composure before going back to her life. She had a very long week ahead, especially because no one could know anything, not even Will, and she'd always had had a very hard time keeping things from him. She started the engine and dried her tears, trying her best to fix up her makeup. If there was one thing she was good at, was at pretending nothing was going on.

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A week and two ultrasounds later Alicia started crying again. This time because of the rhythmical sound coming out from the ultrasound machine and filling the room with it's fluttering quality. Barely seven weeks old, there it was, the tiny little being that was already turning her world upside down. Now she would have to start worrying about all that was going to come, but for that blissful minute, her heart filled with the joy only a mother can feel when listening for the first time to her child. In that brief yet eternal second the world was full with possibilities and the what-ifs were slowly shaping up to become a reality.

So this was it. I hope it was up to your expectations. I know this didn't have Will in it and was very Alicia-centered but if there is another chapter this will change.