<em>Ingrid, with Ghost and then with the rest of the gang</em><br/><br/>She didn't know why she'd told him, he didn't say anything and that just made her feel stupid. She'd just had to tell<em>someone</em>.  It was eating at her but she hadn't been able to get a test without explaining it to Drake and she really didn't want to get his hopes up.  Drakes was such an intense man, he would be thrilled if she was… and if she got his hopes up and wasn't… she didn't want to crush his heart.<br/><br/>And then he said something! Her heart pounded. "I know. If I am? He'll be thrilled. I'll end up having to step down as a member… eventually… and I'm aware of that.  My loyalties won't change though, no matter what."  She took a deep, lung filling breath.  If she was just late then it was just hormones. She ate well, didn't really drink.  She wasn't going to stop drinking fully until she found out for sure, it wasn't like she drank a lot or regularly.<br/><br/>"Thanks, Ghost," she said, then shook her head at the beer. "Thanks anyway, man."  She patted his cheek and giggled before moving to refill her Coke.  "Dan… you okay?" she asked, seeing him looking rather perplexed. Maybe he was late too?<br/>