Xhani's POV
I was really scared. I didn't know what to do. I'd never been in this situation before, and I was falling apart. I paced up and down my room, tugging at my hair, trying to decide who to call. I wished my mom was here—she would know exactly what to do.
My mom left when I was fourteen to live her own life. After my father cheated on her, she couldn't bear to stay in the same town, so she focused on her ambitions and career. My dad is always too busy; he sends me a hefty check every month and thinks that's all a girl needs.
I thought about calling my mom, but she's somewhere in Australia with her new boyfriend. Reaching out to her didn't feel like a real option right now.
I glanced at my phone, and the first person I wanted to call was Zain. But I couldn't call him until I was sure. So I grabbed my phone, threw on a pair of skinny blue jeans and an oversized black hoodie, and headed out to buy a pregnancy test.
When I reached the local pharmacy, I found myself in the pregnancy test aisle, staring at about ten different brands. I had no idea which one to pick. I just stood there, frozen.
"Hello, miss. Can I help you with anything?" asked a kindly middle-aged woman, jolting me out of my trance.
"Hey, yes, please. I'm new to this. I'm not sure which test is best," I admitted, feeling embarrassed.
"Sure, I can help. Can you tell me how far along you might be?" she asked with a smile.
I wasn't sure what she meant and just looked at her, confused.
She smiled and offered me a blue packet labeled **Clearblue**. "This one tells you how far along you are."
I thanked her, paid for the test, and went back home.
Following the instructions, I went into the bathroom, holding the pen-like tester. It said to pee on one end, wait ten minutes, and look for a cross sign. A cross meant pregnant, a single line meant not pregnant. If I was pregnant, it would also show a number indicating how many weeks.
I sat on the toilet, peed on the stick, and set it on my sink to wait. Ten minutes felt like an eternity. My nerves were shot. I had always imagined having a baby with the man I truly loved, someone I shared intimate moments with—and for me, that was Zain. I just wished we were out of high school first. But if this was fate, I wouldn't run from it.
After what felt like forever, I glanced at the test on the sink. Slowly, I mustered the courage to walk over. My breath caught in my throat, and my eyes nearly popped out of my head. "I'm pregnant," I whispered to myself, staring into the mirror.
It showed a cross sign, and next to it, **1 weeks**. I was two weeks pregnant. I was pretty sure it happened when we went to the hut.
Deep down, I knew I didn't want to be pregnant right now, but if this was a blessing, I wouldn't reject it. I wanted Zain to be the father of my child. I felt so excited. I grabbed my phone and dialed Zain, but it went straight to voicemail.
"Weird," I muttered, calling again. Still no answer. I decided not to let it ruin my mood and shot him a few texts:
> **Me:** *Hey babe, can you come over to my place?*
> **Me:** *Urgently.*
> **Me:** *Please hurry.*
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**30 Minutes Later…**
I was lying on my bed, reading everything I could find online about pregnancy, when my doorbell rang. I knew it had to be Zain. I dashed downstairs to the front door. The moment I saw him—sweaty but still handsome—I threw myself into his arms and started sobbing. Tears of happiness.
"Hey, Princess, what happened? Are you okay? Did something happen?" he asked, voice laced with worry. He cupped my face, wiping away my tears and peppering small kisses on my cheeks.
"What's wrong, Princess? You're scaring me," he asked again, clearly anxious.
I didn't say a word. I just reached into my pocket, pulled out the pregnancy test, and showed it to him.
His expression immediately changed—from sad to worried. "Oh my God, Princess, are you okay?" he murmured, hugging me tightly and kissing my neck. "Don't worry, Princess. We'll get rid of this for you. I won't let you have the baby," he said, and in that moment, every bit of happiness I felt shattered.