Akira paced in the bathroom with apprehension. She threw a glance at the three sticks in the sink, but she did not look at the feedback indicated on them. She was too nervous, and she did not know the results she wanted.
In truth, as soon as Hina made her suspect her condition, she made at least five plans for having and taking care of the baby. And she had multiple contingencies in case things did not work perfectly according to her original plans.
She did not think about not having the baby.
She trusted that Kaito would be there for her.
And even if he was not there, she was capable of raising a child. Granted she knew nothing about babies, but she had enough theoretical knowledge, multiple houses and plenty of money to get the help she needed.
But a part of her was scared.
She was so afraid.
