The next month was already looking up. Rowan and Ben became quick friends, and soon romance was stirring. He stopped by her place after work almost every day. Though he never spent the night there, they did share a bed often. Rowan had found something in this small town that she never expected to find; love.
As Ben's work became more demanding, they began to see less and less of each other. While she missed him, she did have to admit that she had been putting off her painting for far too long. She used her freed up time to continue with her work, selling some paintings around town to keep the bills paid. It didn't take long for her outlook to change, as she became well acquainted with her toilet.
At first she thought it was nothing, maybe some bad take-out. But as it persisted, she began to wonder. Should she call Ben and share her fears, or wait until she knew for sure? She was beginning to realize just how little she knew about him. Did he want a family? Was she even ready for this? Her mind was reeling before she even knew if there was anything to worry about. She quickly grabbed the morning paper, hoping to take her mind off of things. As she got towards the end, she froze. Sitting innocently on the page was a small marriage announcement. Benjamin Pearce and Tonya Hartigan. She stared at the names on the page. What were the chances of there being two of them in the same small town? As she read the rest of the article, it began to make sense. They had apparently been together for quite some time, and were expecting a child soon. No wonder he never let her visit his home, or even go out on the town together. She sighed and threw the newspaper down, she needed a drink.
She tried calling Ben a few times the next day. She wanted an explanation, but as she kept getting his voice mail she began to realize that none would be had. There was nothing she could do now but to get on with her life. It was too bad that fate wouldn't let her off that easy. It was official, she was pregnant.
I actually forgot to mention what Rowan's traits were last time. She's artistic, brave, adventurous, virtuoso, and I forget the last one. For the record, this actually did happen. The second she found out she was pregnant, story progression popped with a message that good ol' Ben got married. And that they were expecting. I swear, Story Progression gives me enough drama, I don't even have to make anything up! Sorry for how long this took. Everytime I went to go write this up, I got stuck because silly me forgot to take pictures of this point in her life.