“Yeah?”
“What are you doing? Are you okay?”
“Fine,” I said, my voice shaky.
“That’s code for not fine.”
I glanced at the timer on my phone. One minute to go.
“I just need a minute, Zoe.”
“Are you crying? You sound like you’re crying.”
I opened the door and stuck my head out. “I’m not crying, see?”
“Then what are you doing?” She pushed the door open and saw the test and the box on the counter. “Oh, my God. Is that?” She pointed.
“Yep.” I popped my lips.
“Wow. Okay. So we’re doing this?”
“I guess so.”
The timer went off, and I froze.
“You want me to check?” Zoey asked.
“No, baby. I can do it.” I stood away from the counter.
“Then why aren’t you?”
“I will. I just need a minute.”
I inhaled a breath and turned over the stick that I had facing down. With shaky hands, I held it up and looked at it. Two pink lines. Not almost. Not faint. Definitely two pink solid lines.
“Well?” Zoey said.
I held the test stick in front of her. She cupped her mouth when she saw the two pink lines staring back at her.
“Whoa. Oh my God. We’re having a baby. I’m going to be a big sister.”
“Looks like you are.”
“Are you happy?” she asked.
“I’m in shock, Zoe.”
“I get that, but it’ll be okay, Mom. Wes is going to pass out when you tell him, but he’ll be fine.” She grinned.
“We never discussed kids.”
“Well, duh. It’s still early in your relationship. Why would you? Come on, let’s go downstairs, and I’ll make you some tea.” She hooked her arm around me.
“You’re going to make a great big sister.” I smiled, laying my head on her shoulder.
“Don’t think I’m giving up my social life to babysit.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
