I took a deep breath and did my thing, setting the stick on a wad of toilet paper while I washed my hands. Pulling open the door, I found Lily waiting for me and she pushed away from the door, holding her phone up and pressing a button on the side. “Timer,” she explained.
I bit my lip and nodded.
She smiled. “Are you okay?”
“No,” I rasped. “There’s no way I’m pregnant.”
“Well, there’s away,” she corrected, and I couldn’t help but smile.
“Right. But I can’t be pregnant without Flash.”
“He’ll be fine.” Her phone beeped and she laid her hand on my shoulder. “Ready?”
“God, no,” I breathed out.
“It’s all on your time, honey. I have nowhere I need to be, so I’ll just wait right here with you.”
“Thanks, Lily.”
She nodded, linking her hands in front of her.
I licked my lips. “Okay, I’m ready.”
“Great. It’s all you. Go for it.”
“Okay,” I said, rocking back and forth on my feet. “I’m going to look at it right now.”
“Great.”
“Like, right now,” I repeated.
She chuckled. “No rush, Tate.”
I chewed on my bottom lip. “Yep.”
We stood in the doorway of my bathroom for another five minutes before I finally got the courage to look at the stick.
And then I completely lost my shit.
“No,” I rasped. “Nope. Absolutely not.”
“Can I see?” Lily asked, and I waved at the stick.
She leaned over and she smiled. “You’re pregnant!”
“Nope. It’s a mistake.”
She nodded. “It could be.”
I relaxed.
“But it’s probably not.”
I wrinkled my nose and huffed. “Crap.”
“My OB is awesome. I can refer you to her if you want.”
“I can’t think about any of that right now, Lily.”
