She sat on the toilet seat, running her hands through her face and her hair occasionally in the wait of something that was going to decide her future again.
The timer went off, jerking her up from her seat and moving to look at the pregnancy test.
2 pink lines, in three different test stared back at her.
Shit—
The sound of robotic cries made her look at the baby monitor that she had brought with herself in the bathroom.
Releasing a deep breath that was just the only thing keeping her from breaking apart, she picked up the baby monitor before picking up the stick with two pink lines.
Walking out of the bathroom, she found Salvador working On the couch with his laptop. Without giving him so much of a smile, She aimed and threw the stick at his chest before walking out of the room and into the nursery.
Six months. It hadn't been six fucking months and she was pregnant again. Fucking great.
