You weren’t sure how things ended up like this.

In a mixture of tears and putrid gags you looked down into the milky toilet bowl under you, a signal to your second missed period. This was bad.

Being a dead broke criminal in London and known for being a high-time heist plus.. possibly pregnant wasn’t the way to go. Especially with another broke scallawag like Simon. So…. Flushing the toilet, you fixed your red hair and continued on as if you hadn’t seen enough life threatening things today. Wink lifted his head in a charismatic smile with Stub and Simon at his side around a rugged table. And then, there was Stub’s little sister Molly on the ground playing with dirty crayons.

Wink: “How our lady?” Wink asked, swinging his feet out his chair and paddling across the old wooden floors to retrieve his daily coffee from the old coffee maker at the far side of the attic.

“The same as usual you old twat.” You respond, totaling your dress as you sit back down on the ground next to Molly and help her stack up her crayons in a near fashion. That didn’t help Stub’s usual banter even with his little sista’ round.

Stub: “You hittin’ the young Willy? Nau?” He cackled, punching Simons arm while he waggled a cigar between his calloused fingers. Your cheeks burn red and you shake your head.

Molly: “Ewwww!!!”
“I know.” You tell her with a rye smile.