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Heather's POV;

I looked at what I'd just thrown up before flushing it away. I rinsed my mouth and returned into the office where I sat down, thinking. The medicine I took was not of great help apparently.

And then, I thought of what Shirley had said. It'd disturbed me the whole night. What if she was right? What if I was pregnant? My eyes watered.

Oh no. How would Sheridan react? Like many other guys, he might refuse it. It was too early and unexpected to have a ...