Penelope’s. P.O.V.
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Authors Note:
Penelope’s job is F.B.I. Profiling. She visits crimes in areas from all around the world if they ask for her and her teams help.
All of her team members faces and names have been added to the character list; but just in case, her team members are:
Noah Fowler
Mason Parsons
Jackson Oliver
Xavier Snyder
Jade Cole
Roselyn Bryant
And herself
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Earlier..

My entire body was shaking and I was completely nerve wrecked. Only a few more seconds until I can check my pregnancy test.

The lines slowly started to appear.

One…

Two.

Oh my fucking god- I’m pregnant. I have a child growing in my body.

I’m going to be a mother.

From: Me
It’s positive. I’m pregnant.

From: John
Oh my god thank you so much

From: John
I’m going to be a dad - holy shit I’m going to be a dad

***

(In a phone call with team leader Jackson)

“Sir I have to call in sick for the next few days..”
“Take as many as you need, Penelope. You haven’t used any of your vacation days so you’re good. Just make sure you check in every few days, okay?”
“Yes, thank you sir.”

I took a deep breath and looked at myself in the mirror.
Tonight, John wants to meet with me at the sushi restaurant downtown. I tried to make myself look pretty but not fake; but I’m not too sure.

I’m meeting the father of my child.

But I know how wrong this could go.

I mean hell- it’s my job. He could be a murder or a psychopathic kidnapper.
But it could also be all in my head; I see horrible shit every crime and I need to stop letting it interfere with my happiness.

But I can still be safe.

We were supposed to be meeting in one hour but I need to leave so I can drive around; maybe calm my nerves down with some music.

I grabbed my purse and slipped some mace inside, just in case…

I opened my door and slid out, starting my way down the hall.

***

The restaurant isn’t packed like it normally is; thank god it’s a Wednesday. I took my seat in a booth that rested upon a wall, my seat closest to a corner; habit of many paranoid agents. With my anxiety, I continued to mess with the tableware. Adjust the silverware, move the tablecloth, turn the vase of roses.

“Can I get you a drink?”

The waitress stood tall and smiled softly.

“Um could I get a Coke?”
“One Coke on the way; how about for your person-on-the-way?”
“I don’t know I’m sorry.”

She nodded and swifted away.

From: Me
Hey is meeting up still a plan?

It was 18 minutes after the planned meeting time- maybe I’m just paranoid but isn’t that late?

25 minutes..

30 minutes..

45 minutes..

“Ma’am would you like to order your food? I know you’re waiting but I thought I’d ask.”

From: John
I’m sorry my business is keeping me late. I have to cancel. I’m sorry.
“Um no can I please have the check?” I stuttered.
“Oh uh yeah, let me go get that. I’ll be right back…”

I watched her walk away as I replayed the text in my mind.
And suddenly, the flowers didn’t seem as sweet. The restaurant didn’t feel as nice.

I got stood up for work; but I should understand that better than anyone else. I travel around the world and stay there for days at a time- sometimes weeks -and just to solve a case. But it bothers me; and I have a right to be bothered goddammit! My baby’s father was too busy doing whatever the fuck he does and he couldn’t take time for the mother of his child.

“Here’s your bill, ma’am. I’m sorry you got stood up; fuck whoever it was,” she said sympathetically, trying to add humor to her tone.

I nodded and took the check.

Fuck you, John.

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