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She sat on the toilet seat just waiting for the timer to go off. Her face remained buried in her hands as her short dark hair fell forward. This couldn't be happening to her, not after all she'd set out to do and after all she had done. She was a grown woman too; she wouldn't be stupid enough to make this kind of mistake. It was so careless. Just one night, that was all it was. She didn't even love him; she barely knew him. Yes, they had encounters in the past, but nothing serious. She just wanted to relax and release her frustration and anger. It wasn't her fault that he was the first person willing to listen… or perhaps pretending to listen so that he could get her into bed. She didn't even know anymore.

She listened to the old-fashioned kitchen timer go off. She lifted her head from the palms of her hands but didn't want to get up, she didn't want to look at it lying in there. It could still be negative. All of her problems and worries would be solved if that were the case. Just a false alarm; that's exactly what she hoped for.

After finally mustering up the courage, she stood up and walked over. She stared at her tired and scared face in the mirror hanging over the porcelain sink and took a deep breath before forcing herself to look down. She picked it up and held it in her left hand. "Damnit!" That single word escaped from her mouth as she finally saw it, that bright pink plus sign. She was positive; she was pregnant.

She clutched it tightly in her hand, bowed her head and braced herself on the edges of the sink. She violently threw it back into the sink and looked at herself in the mirror as the tears filled with sorrow and anger began to fall from the corners of her eyes, smudging her makeup. She bowed her head and breathed heavily, forced to look down at the damn thing again; it just sat there mocking her. She picked it up and angrily threw it into the trashcan. With so much fury within her, she kicked it, backed against the door and let herself slide down as she calmed herself. She buried her head in her hands again and just let herself cry.

There was only the slightest chance that this was a false positive. She would have to set an appointment; then everyone would know something was going on. They'd ask her questions that truly were not their business. She didn't want it; she knew that she didn't want it. All she would have to do was set an appointment and, if it were so, she would just set another appointment and be rid of her problem. It could be that easy. And the father would never have to know about it. There was really no need to get so worked up about it. She stood herself up and made her way downstairs to call Doctor Whale.

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She sat inside of the cold hospital room, forced to wear the hideous and uncomfortable gown and expose herself to a random stranger. He had taken a few test and left her alone in the room to look around and to think. But nothing ran through her mind except for the thought that, if she really was positive, she just needed to rid of the thing and continue with her life as if nothing had ever happened. She could not give birth to and raise his child. She didn't even want him to know about this. Their relationship was casual, nothing more. They shared one night because she was distressed and upset. She could say that he took advantage of her in a fragile state, but she had known what she was doing; she chose to be with him that night. But she had never expected the outcome to be this.

She looked around at the posters and the model diagrams all over the room. It frightened her to death to think of the process going on within her body. She didn't want to think about it. She wanted it erased. She turned her eyes away from the objects and stared as the doctor entered the room with a clipboard consisting of the final results in his hands. Her palms were sweating and her heart raced. She looked hopeful for a moment as he came in.

"The tests were positive, Regina. You are most definitely pregnant. About 6 weeks I would say." He skimmed through the results on his clipboard. He began to list her options if she chose to keep it.

Her hopeful look quickly faded into complete sorrow and then returned to a demanding anger. She interrupted him, "When's the soonest I can set and appointment to get rid of it?" She looked at him with almost soulless eyes.

"Oh." He seemed surprised at her sudden question. "Well…" he stuttered a bit, "if you're sure you wish to terminate the pregnancy… my soonest appointment could be in two days. Around 2pm."

"Fine." She answered deeply. "Then let's do that."

"Okay, then." Whale seemed so distant and still startled by her decision to abort the baby. He really hadn't expected it from her considering how much she had fought to keep her adopted son Henry. He thought having her own child would be a blessing for her, but apparently he was wrong about that assumption. He wrote up a reminder, set aside his clipboard and looked to the woman with crossed arms and contemplative look. "Regina, I'll need you to lie back so that I can perform an ultrasound to check on the baby."

"Why?" She asked with a forceful attitude. "I'm getting rid of it. There should be no need to do that."

He shrugged his shoulders. "It's just standard procedure. I'm sorry. Please just lie back and relax. It'll only take a moment."

"Fine." She scoffed as she complied with his orders. He had her lift up the gown to expose her bare, flat stomach. She rested her head back and closed her eyes. She listened to the sounds as Whale turn on the monitor.

He took the container of liquid gel and warned her ahead of time, "This is going to be a bit cold, so bear with me." He squeezed the chilled substance onto her stomach, making her gasp for only a fraction of a second when it first hit her skin. She felt sudden pressure on her lower abdomen as the doctor placed the device onto her stomach. She listened to the strange sounds that it made as he moved it around. "And there," she suddenly heard a strange, rapid sound, "is your baby's heartbeat."

She listened to the fast-paced beating coming from the monitor. It sounded as if it was nervous, as if it knew that she didn't want it, that she didn't love it. This thing was living inside of her with a beating little heart. The monotonous sound forced her to open her eyes, turn her head and look over at the monitor. It was nothing more than a little spec, but she could see where the heart was beating. She curiously watched the little rhythm move in time. "That's it?" She asked quietly.

"Mhmm." Doctor Whale hummed while looking at the screen. "Right there." He pointed to the small blotch on the screen.

She stared at it for the longest time, saying nothing. The soullessness in her eyes, the anger and the fury disappeared with every beat of the baby's heart. She glanced down at her stomach to where the ultrasound device was placed and then back to the screen. The realization came to her that this was not just a thing inside of her, taking up her body; this was a child depending on her for its life.

She looked over to the doctor with mesmerized eyes. She didn't even feel herself ask him, "Is it a boy or a girl?"

"Too soon to tell. Anyway that won't matter in two days. I'll write up that appointment now."

As Whale removed the device and turned off the monitor, Regina could no longer hear the beating. She looked to him desperately and said, "Wait, no. I change my mind about the appointment."

"You do?" He asked. He watched her nod her head with a slight smile stretching from her lips. "Okay, then. Should I be making an appointment for your next prenatal check up? Or is terminating the pregnancy still an option? I can give you time to think."

Regina sat up and wiped off the gel with the towels he had handed her. "No. Uh, I think the first check up will be fine."

"So, you are keeping it?" Whale said picking up his clipboard and a pen.

Regina nodded. "Yes, I guess I am. But, Doctor, please don't reveal this to anyone. I'd prefer to do it myself."

"Of course. I always honor doctor-patient confidentiality. But, I suggest that you do it soon, Regina. You could start showing in just a matter of weeks."

"I know." She replied. "Thank you, Doctor."

"Just doing my job." He smiled awkwardly before heading for the door to let her change back into her clothes. He turned back around and looked at her, "Oh and Mayor Mills." He watched her look up as she hopped off of the bed. "Congratulations."

She watched as he exited the room. She stripped off the hospital gown and proceeded to put her clothes back on with a newfound look at the situation. She would have to tell people now. Just as Whale had said, she would begin to show in only a matter of weeks. She'd have to tell Henry first and foremost. From there, she guessed, she would have to tell Emma, Mary Margaret and David. If she didn't, Henry would eventually let it slip. She suddenly remembered as she buttoned up her black jacket, she'd have to tell the father. How was he going to react? A one-night stand and now he was going to be a father; she wasn't sure how well that could go over. Nevertheless, she needed to tell him.

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