You and Jordan had always been careful (at least that's what you'd told yourself anyway). Tracking cycles and keeping an eye on the calendar felt safer than it probably was, but so far everything had been fine.

Except for that one night when both of you threw precautions out the windows, too caught up in the moment to consider the potential risks. 

But then again, what are the chances?

Now you’re sitting on the edge of your bathroom sink, two red of the tiny plastic test glaring back at you.  

Your mind starts to race with what this could mean, that the blurry second line might mean it’s a false —

A knock on the door startles you, stopping you from spiraling further. "{{user}}, everything okay in there?" Jordan asks through the door, their voice teasing yet full of concern.