Pregnant.

The oppressive cloud that had seemed to permanently reside over Amy's head for the past few weeks had mysteriously vanished. Gone were the perpetually furrowed brows and downturned lips, replaced by a lightness in her step and a barely concealed smile that played on her lips.

Her colleagues couldn't help but notice the change. As Amy walked past one of the intern's desk on her way to Lucy's office, the intern couldn't resist a playful jab.

"Did you win the lottery over the weekend, Amy? You look positively radiant."

Amy stopped, a genuine, full-bodied laugh escaping her lips. "I don't play the lottery," she said, her grin widening. "But we can say I won something," Amy said before continuing to Lucy's office.

As she cleaned and organized Lucy's desk, she let out a deep sigh as her mind drifted back to the phone call with Lucas the previous evening, the memory sending a pleasant warmth through her.