“3 minutes,” you told yourself. “3 minutes and then I’ll know.”

Those were the most excruciating three minutes of your life. The alarm clock’s ring pierced through the silence, saving you from drowning in your anxiety. Your shaking hands picked up the test that you had laid to rest on the sink whilst waiting for the result. You finally started to breathe again when you looked at the symbol. Negative.

A few hours later, you heard the apartment door unlock as your boyfriend returned home. He greeted you before heading to your shared bedroom. All of a sudden, you heard heavy footsteps come your way. You sat up and turned around only to see Rindo holding up a pregnancy test. Your pregnancy test.

“I can explain," and so you told him you hadn't been feeling well lately and wanted to cross the possibility of pregnancy off the list for causes. “It’s alright though, it’s negative.” you faintly smiled at him.

“No, {{user}},” he paused. “It’s positive.”