Talia looks away from her laptop screen on the dining room table to the garden through the French doors. A vixen sits with her two cubs in a patch of grass graced with afternoon sunlight. The vixen, unblinking with amber eyes, daring her to come out. Talia blinks first. The vixen had come from the wood behind her garden. The low Yorkshire stone wall is easy to clamber over. The house is a new-build, Talia accepts that the vixen had a prior claim.
Talia's gaze turns to look at her walls. They need more colour as the magnolia is a blandness that irks her. The house needs more character, more art, more colour and noise but most of all it needs more people. The house was built for a family. She laughs; she has to remind herself to use the three toilets and two bathrooms in rotation.
Now where had she put it? She searches her bedroom drawers, her bag and the papers on the table. She still has to process it and doesn’t want to make it public yet. She hasn’t even had the chance to take a photo of it with her mobile to send out to her friends and family later.
Is it the hormones? The changes in her body? Why couldn’t she remember where she had put it? Had she accidentally dropped it somewhere? She looks under the table and on the floor near her bed. Nothing.
Thirsty, she opens the fridge door to grab a can of diet coke when she spots it lying on top of the pizza box. The black and white ultrasound scan photo of her baby. She strokes the cold photo. How her world and this house is going to change!
She could stop hunting men for their sperm now.
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