My heart is racing so fast I’m almost dizzy. I pull the test out from under the bit of toilet paper and force myself to look.
On the screen, in very clear letters, is the word Pregnant.
I meet Selene’s eyes.
“Mine says Not Pregnant,” she says.
I hold mine up so she can see it.
We stare at each other for a long moment. Selene blinks, her eyes filling with tears, and sets her test down.
“Kylie,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. “You’re going to have a baby.”
My hands tremble so much I drop the test. Selene rushes in and wraps me in a hug. I put my arms around her, so shocked I can barely think.
I’m freaking the fuck out, but I’m so glad I’m with Selene.
She pulls back and grabs my hands. “Oh, honey. What do you want to do? Do you want to call Brax? Should we go home?”
“No,” I say, squeezing her hands. “No, I don’t want to ruin your weekend. This is about you. And I don’t want to tell him over the phone. I’ll talk to him when I get back.” I take a deep breath. “Let’s just enjoy our day tomorrow. I think maybe I could use some time to get used to this before I tell him anyway.”
“How about this,” she says. “We won’t stay tomorrow night. We don’t have anything planned for Sunday as it is. We can either stay for dinner and head home then, or leave right after our massage appointments in the afternoon. It’s up to you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive,” she says. “But honestly, if you want to go now, I’ll drive. I don’t even care.”
“No, I don’t want to leave now,” I say. “But can I sleep in your room with you tonight? I don’t think I want to be alone.”
She hugs me again. “Of course. Come on. Let’s find a movie to watch. I’d say let’s get drunk, but I guess that isn’t happening for a while.”
We both change, and I get in her big king-size bed with her. I let her pick the movie; I doubt I’ll be able to pay attention anyway. My eyes are on the screen, but my hand drifts down to my belly.
Is there really a baby in there?
This is so unexpected, and I’m kind of terrified. But there’s also a new feeling blooming inside. It’s warm—a deep sense of contentment when I think about what this means. Braxton and I having a baby together. My belly growing with the child we made. I smile a little when I think about it that way.
A baby. Braxton’s baby. The more I think about it, the more I like the way that sounds.