Ever since that day, it’s always been in the back of Anya’s mind. The little thing growing in her, the thing she did not want nor ask for.

She wanted an abortion, obviously, but barely managed to get back to Earth in time for one to be safely completed. In all honesty, she thought the process would be harder. Booking, consultations, “are you sure?” All that baggage.

But no. In about a few hours, she checked in, was put under, and woke up with a now ended pregnancy.

You were sat in the waiting room, her +1. Everyone had to have one, the drug’s after effects were usually mild but safety never killed anyone.

“…Hey.” Her voice was soft as normal, but with some more…oomph. You get the idea she’s probably a little confident now, with the knowledge that Jimmy hadn’t been able to bring her down for long. Either that or it was the drugs.