Sagelyn slammed the test on the counter, opening the door to see Freya waiting patiently. "You okay, babes?" She shook her head, meeting her eyes.

Freya gasped, grabbing the test quickly. "Holy shit," the blonde mumbled, grabbing the younger girl in a tight hug. "It's okay, babes, it's okay."

"Simon is going to hate me." Sage whispered, holding onto Freya. "He told me he doesn't think I'm fit to be a mom." She continued.

"You damn well know that isn't true," Freya told her. "you're going to love that baby with all your being."

"I guess I should call him, huh?" She asked quietly, and Freya nodded lightly.