I unwrapped the stick and held it under a stream of pee, then capped it and waited, exiting the stall to wash up and throw away the packaging from the test. I didn’t need to have that box lying around at home.
No, this little exercise could remain between me and Mrs. L.
Just as soon as I got my negative.
I checked the timer on my phone to see how much time had passed then looked in the window.
Fuck.
Two lines.
It wasn’t negative.
I didn’t have to wait until tomorrow morning to confirm.
I was definitely pregnant.
Damn Kennedy and his powerful swimmers.
I was having his baby.
This was going to ruin everything…
CHAPTERSIXTEEN
KENNEDY
I randown the hill to our usual finishing spot on the obstacle course. Hayes gave me a high five, and I set my hands on my hips as I walked in circles, catching my breath.
While Quincy and I had been on a plane returning from California, the others hadn’t done the usual early morning PT because of a hard rain. A little water never stopped SEALs, but it was just exercise, not a battleground. Taft didn’t need to fuck up his bad knee because of oversaturated soil.
Maybe it was better this way. We all had energy and anger to burn after our briefing. Mrs. L and Quincy had returned from town, and we decided a little obstacle course competition before dinner would be fun.
Yeah, we liked to torture ourselves.
Taft beat me back and was wiping his face with the hem of his t-shirt. Hayes and Ford came in neck and neck. While I was squirting water in my mouth, I watched the hillside looking for Quincy. She was slower than usual, and I worried she may have fallen or tripped. I was about to run the course in reverse to find her when I spotted her bright yellow tank.
“Took you long enough,” Taft said playfully.
He patted her arm as she finished, then she began to walk in circles. She was sweating and breathing hard, her cheeks flushed. She gave him a death glare before setting her hands on her thighs and bending at the waist.
“Don’t be a dick,” I told him. “We were on the six a.m. flight this morning.”
His smile dropped, and he held up his hands. “Sorry, Quincy. Just playing.”
She waved a hand in the air as a sign of something betweendon’t worry about itandsend the paramedics.
I moved beside her and leaned down. “You good?”
That had her popping up and taking a deep breath. She pasted on a smile. “All good.”
She started walking toward the bunkhouse, and I kept pace. She didn’t look my way.
“Kennedy, a little space?”
I stopped, and she spun around. Yeah, she wasn’t happy. She was out of sorts, but I didn’t know why. I hadn’t been a dick–that I knew of–and nothing had happened that might piss her off besides her dad the night before.
“Space?”