Feeling slightly less nauseated than before, Amy made her way to her room to grab her toothbrush. She was undeniably disappointed with herself, her irresponsibility and thoughtlessness towards her actions had gotten her into this mess, and unfortunately, she had no immediate no solution, no simple way out. 

"Way to go, Amy. In nine months I'll give birth to a little Grayson Junior, and then what? Grayson will have to remain onboard the ship while I get dropped off in goodness knows what corner of the universe. Alone with a newborn and no home." Amy sighed, imagining a future where she had to be the sole provider and caretaker of a baby child. Maybe not for long considering Grayson makes it out alive and actually sticks around, but none of that was set in stone, not yet.

With such solemn thought, Amy entered the bathroom once more with her toiletries. She only hoped that her prediction was wrong.