Nefretiri
I paced across the bathroom, waiting for the timer on my phone to go off. This was insane. I couldn't believe I was doing this. Why was I panicking when it wasn't possible? After all, I'd taken precautions.
"It'll come out negative," I refused to look at the stick, focusing on breathing and telling myself I was overreacting.
"How far along are you?' Those words came back to me, and I stopped, staring at the mirror. My stomach was flat, and I had no signs that I could be pregnant. Then again, Pen-Pen wasn't even three months old yet. I had that new mom look which would've masked anything.
'You can't be pregnant,' Yet, as I thought that, my hand instinctively went to my belly. What if I was?
"You took those shots," I was arguing with myself now. Going back and forth. It was so bad I told Ivan I wasn't going with him to get the car. I couldn't do it. So, when he asked me what was wrong, I couldn't answer him because I didn't want to lie.
