Only I don’t have to pee.
“Oh, for the love of God. Come on, come on,” I beg.
I’ve never wanted to pee so bad in my life.
“Stay calm,” I tell myself. “You’re never going to pee if you’re freaking out.”
I close my eyes, and take a few deep calming breaths.
Finally, thankfully, I begin to pee.
It’s a lot harder to pee on that stick than you’d think, though.
I manage to do it, though, and finish up.
I lay the pregnancy test on the counter and wash my hands. According to the directions it can take three to five minutes to get results.
I pace the length of the bathroom and peek at the test, but nothing shows yet.
“Ugh,” I groan. “Hurry up.”
My chest feels tight and I feel like I might throw up.
“This can’t be happening,” I mutter.
The alarm on the door chirps and a moment later I hear Xander call out, “Thea! I’m home!”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I curse.
“I’ll be down in a minute!” I call out, hoping he doesn’t come up. I can hear him carrying bags in, so hopefully he has enough that he’ll be occupied long enough.
I glance at the time on my phone.
Two more minutes.
I circle the bathroom again, rubbing my hands together. My nerves are through the roof.
I hear Xander and go back out and come back in. “I got your coffee!” he yells up the stairs.
“Thanks!” I say back, though I’m feeling anything but thankful at the moment.
If I’m pregnant, the boy might lose his life.
Or his dick.
I haven’t decided yet.
I look at my phone.
Time’s up.
I dash for the pregnancy test on the counter and in my haste to get it I knock it to the floor.
“Fuck!” I curse, diving after it and falling to the floor.
My fall causes a loud bang and Xander calls out worriedly, “Thea? Are you okay?”
I don’t answer him. I slide across the bathroom floor, my knee screaming in pain from the fall, and my fingers reach out for the slender white stick.