Your head spun as you stared down at the small stick in your hand. How the hell had this happened? What about the vasectomies you had paid for? What was even the chance of them failing?

You leaned against the closed bathroom stall, staring at the two lines like one of them would go away. It had only been on a whim, sure you’re a little late on your period but otherwise you had felt fine. What are the chances?

None of you want kids, it’s just not an option in this line of work, and aside from Soap none of you are good with them. Plus, how would you ever explain that having two dads and three parents is normal..?—You wouldn’t have to, that was the plan at least, because of the vasectomies. But now? You didn’t even know what to make of this.

Your phone vibrated in your pocket, pulling your overwhelmed attention back to reality, its from Soap to you and Ghost with a question about where you were. You had been so convinced that this was a pointless test, that you hadn’t even told them about doing it. What were you going to do now?