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THE BILE TASTED bitter in my mouth. I did not need to call upon my six years of medical training to realise that the symptoms of amenorrhea combined with morning sickness and aching breasts were sufficient to tell me that I was probably pregnant. I lifted my head up from the toilet bowl and was glad that Liam was working nights this week. I would not want him to see me like this. Our paths would be crossing later that morning, but by then I knew I would be ravenous again and he would not suspect a thing. As I cleaned my teeth I decided to ask Mona, my new A&E colleague, to take some blood for an HCG; I wanted to be certain.
The alarm would not go off for another two hours. I climbed back into bed, but could not settle down. The thought of a new little life growing inside me was enough to banish all sleep from my brain, and I ached to tell Liam the news. I twisted the engagement ring around on my finger, willing the hours to pass until I saw him again around 09:30. Eventually I gave up, got out of bed and took a shower. By the time I had dried my hair I was feeling much better.
He crashed through the door of our accommodation unit, dog tired. Nights did not agree with him; I think it had some strange effect on his alimentary canal. He always felt nauseated until he managed to eat some breakfast.
“Hi! Busy night?”
I put my arms around him; he smelt of sweat, antiseptic and weariness. I knew I would be giving out the same odour by 10pm when my shift ended. He sighed and yawned simultaneously.
“Nicky was off sick again. There was just Isaac, me and three nurses. Thank God it wasn’t a Friday night, eh?”
He kissed me and I enjoyed the all-too-brief feeling of his arms around me. Standing there together in our little room I wanted time to stand still. Unsure as ...