It was seven thirty in the morning when there was a loud bang in the bathroom followed by the clattering sounds of smaller items falling to the tiled floor.
“Bee? Bee, are you ok?” Bug called from the kitchen as she continued emptying the dishwasher.
“Bee?” she called out again. Still met by silence she went up the stairs to the bathroom. Peering in she found her wife sitting on the floor surrounded by hairclips, combs, hair gel tins and other hair products.
The agent slowly turned her head upwards and silently stared at Bug.
“What? What Bee? Are you ok? You’re beginning to worry me now.”
The agent cleared her throat.
“Bug… I.. I mean, we…” The agent swallowed hard. “We’re going to be parents.”
Bug felt her jaw drop. She closed her large eyes shutting them tight for a second before staring incredulously at the agent.
“But we’ve been so careful! Oh my god! Oh my god! OH. MY. GOD!” Bug put her hands in her hair.
“What are we going to do? I’m so young! We’re not ready! What if it cries? Oh my fucking god!”
“It will cry. And Bug… You are hyperventilating. “
“But what are we going to do? And how can you stay so calm?” Bug shrieked.
“Take parenting classes. We obviously appear to need them. At least one of us does,” the agent muttered the last bit under her breath.
Bug was pacing furiously back and forth, still running her hands through her hair.
“When? How long do we have? How much is there left of my youth? Oh god! Oh god!”
“Breathe honey. The usual of course. Five weeks. Did you not pay attention at all during biology. Honestly Bug.” The agent sighed.
Bug slumped down on the floor next the agent. She put her head on her wife’s shoulder and snaked her arm around the agent’s waist.
“Do you think it will look like me?”