4
Taylor
Taylor tossed the used paper cups in the trash and hurried out of the kitchen. She was finally headed to the bathroom. Every attempt she made to get to the bathroom, someone stopped her with questions about the upcoming gubernatorial election. As she hurried down the hall, she thought she was home free until she bounced off a wall that turned out to be her brother-in-law.
“Linc!” Taylor screeched.
He caught her by the shoulders, keeping her on her feet. “I’m sorry, sis. I didn’t see you.”
“Clearly,” she scoffed. “What were you doing in Bella’s pantry anyway?”
Before he could answer, the door flew open. Donatella stepped into the hallway. Her dark, slanted eyes widened like a deer in headlights. Taylor looked from Donatella to Lincoln. Whereas she looked horrified, he was wearing a Cheshire cat grin.
“Excuse me,” he said to Taylor. He then turned to Donna and placed a hand on her shoulder. “I’m gonna go check on your date. He may be feeling a little lonely.”
Donna narrowed her eyes and slapped his hand from her shoulder. Lincoln chuckled and walked away.
“Hey, Donna.” Taylor’s greeting was accusatory.
“Taylor, it’s not what you think. We were just—”
“Mm-mm, I don’t care. Not my business. I gotta piss.”
Taylor hurried off to the bathroom, but when she turned the knob, she discovered that the door was locked.
“Damn!”
Taylor was doing the “pee dance” by the time the door opened. On the other side of the door was Bella. She bunched her brows as if studying Taylor as she bounced up and down on the other side of the threshold.
“Move!” Taylor shouted. “I gotta pee!”
Bella dried her hands slowly with a paper towel and raised a brow. “You gotta go bad, huh?” Bella stalled.
“Bella,” Taylor warned with narrowed eyes.
“Okay, okay.” She giggled and stepped out of the bathroom.
Taylor was grateful. It seemed the closer she got to the toilet, the harder it was to hold it.
She hurried into the bathroom and went to close the door, but a big foot in the way prevented the door from closing. Taylor grunted out of frustration. She was tempted to sit on the toilet regardless of the foot in the door. Thankfully, it was Victor’s foot.
“Babe, I was thinking—”
“Close the door,” she ordered, quickly cutting him off.
Before she heard the lock click, Taylor had already raised the hem of her dress above her hips. She pulled her panties down, elated that she was finally able to get relief.
“Taylor, wait.”
“Wait? Victor, I am about to piss on myself!”
He pulled a small rectangular box out of his pocket and opened it. It was a pregnancy test. He handed it to Taylor. “Pee on this,” he instructed.
Taylor stared at the little stick, but only for a second as she snatched it from his hand and sat on the toilet. She positioned the test under her and pissed like a panther and released a loud sigh as she emptied her bladder. Once she was done, she removed the stick from under her.
“What’s up with this?” she asked as she handed it to Victor.
He smiled and placed a paper towel on the sink and sat the test on top of it. “Well, baby, you’ve been spending a lot of time in the bathroom. And your tits…” He chuckled, spread his large fingers in front of his chest. “Babe, your tits are massive.”
Taylor frowned and reached for the toilet paper.
“Don’t get me wrong. I’m definitely not complaining,” he assured with a grin.
As Taylor cleaned herself and fixed her clothing, she tried to remember when she last had her period. After thinking about it, she realized she hadn’t missed a period. She didn’t feel sick. Her body was giving her no indication of pregnancy. Maybe her breasts were getting bigger because she may have gained a little weight. Wishful thinking on Victor’s part was what she concluded.
