Her phone beeped from its spot on her nightstand and Justina paused in her packing to reach for it. She and Haylee had been texting about their upcoming family dinner before Justina went back to England for more Avengers filming and she just figured it was another ridiculous text about having some sort of theme for the evening. She frowned at her phone seeing the reminder notification for her birth control pill. She knew it was stupid to have an alarm set to remind her of a pill but with how much bouncing around the country she did for her line of work Justina played it safe and just set the alarm to make sure things didn’t get complicated. Though without a man in her life there was little chance for that.

Justina padded into her bathroom reaching for her pill box, making a mental note that she’d need to make sure to pack this as well. Staring down at the pack she froze, there was no way this was right. She tried to rack her brain remembering when she had last gotten her period and the last possible date she could come up with was March. Fuck. She chewed on her bottom lip as she left her bathroom reaching for her phone. Scrolling through the calendar she began to pale as everything was lining up with the worse news possible. Justina dropped onto her bed, not caring that she was sitting all over the clothes she had planned on packing, her hand resting against her stomach. Pregnant, there was a high possibility that she was pregnant. She needed to go to the drug store. She had to get her answers before she left, there was no way she could just sit back and wait for her period to decide to show up whenever it wanted to while attempting to work, she’d never get her scenes done in the right frame of mind.

She cursed herself for getting so drunk that night in April when things between her and Spencer Russo got complicated. She couldn’t stand the prick and working on the same set with him made it hard to avoid him 100% of the time but Justina managed. She avoided him whenever possible, spending as little time as possible around him. Interviews were always the worse, but being an actress she put on a smile and pretended like they weren’t screaming at one another at the top of their lungs hours before. But that night in April he had entered the bar she had been in, it was her bar to wallow in she had decided and how dare he think he could just waltz in and order a shot without consequences. Armed with some liquid courage she marched right up to him set on telling him exactly what a prick he really was. What started as a shouting match led to them being kicked out of the bar for causing a disturbance which led to them back in her hotel room kissing and feverishly ripping off one another’s clothes. The next morning had been awkward at best, both avoiding eye contact, Justina was perfectly happy to go on pretending like the night never happened but fate wasn’t allowing her that pleasure it seemed.

Hours later and Justina was pacing her bathroom waiting for another alarm on her phone to go off. This one would signal her future, how complicated things would get for the next eighteen plus years. Five pregnancy tests laid across her bathroom counter, she had been overwhelmed by the amount of different options the drug store offered and not waiting to be spotted by the paparazzi or some fan who’d post it all over twitter she had quickly grabbed a random amount of five, all different brands and headed for the checkout.

Her phone suddenly buzzed causing Justina to jump; she had been so focused on the what ifs and how she’d tell Haylee and the rest of the siblings as well as how Spencer factored into all this that she hadn’t realized five minutes had passed since she started the timer. She took a deep breath and stepped toward the counter, this was it, now or never. She flipped over the first test and paled, franticly she flipped over the rest praying that the first had been a fluke but all five showed the same result.

Pregnant.

Fuck. Things were about to get real complicated.