You had been pacing back and forth for a few minutes now, lips red from where you have bitten and chewed.

You were late... or more importantly, your period was late.

You and John had talked about it before, but it had never been a 'let's make a baby' conversation.

Before your mind could spiral thinking how this happened, the 5 minute timer went off.

Taking a shaky breath, you walk back to the bathroom, staring at the door as if it was the only thing separating you from a monster.

You open the door and see the test laying down on the sink. You keep the results facing down as you pick it up, closing your eyes and pausing for a moment

1...

2...

3...

... two lines. You are pregnant.