I walked to my car (which Daveed and I had picked up from the car-repair place a few days prior), anxious to find out if I was pregnant or not. I was hoping the latter.

I got in, my heart hammering inside of my chest. I was straight-up praying that I wasn't pregnant. I was blind to the pros of having a kid. All I saw was the cons and how I wasn't ready for one.

I began to drive to the pharmacy a few minutes away from my house. It had pregnancy tests, along with a lot of other things. Chips, cough drops, you name it. This pharmacy had it.

I swallowed my nerves (and a little bit of vomit, since I still felt sick) as I continued to drive. Where's an emotional support dog when you need one?

Mine was at my psycho ex-boyfriend's house, probably living the life of luxury. I wondered if Jalene was there too.

She probably was. She was most likely pregnant with Luca's baby.

For some reason, that thought tore me up inside, even though I thought I had moved on from Luca.

Maybe I still had feelings for him.

One thing was for sure, though: I loved Daveed way more than Luca. It had always been that way. I just hadn't realized it.

By that time, I was pulling into one of the pharmacy's ridiculously tight parking spots. Seriously, do they want to cause people misery?

Probably. It can be fun from time to time.

I somehow managed to fit into the parking spot. Yay! Victory!

I got out of my car and walked into the pharmacy. The doors sensed my presence, so they opened. When I was little, I used to think that I had a special power that could open doors. Ha, you naive child. No. They're just automatic. Get a grip.

I scanned the aisles for my pregnancy test, finding it a few seconds after. It was sitting on a shelf next to the birth control. That was a very fitting placement. Maybe I should've gotten the item next to the pregnancy test before messing around with Daveed.

I grabbed the pregnancy test and made my way to the cash register, grabbing some Resse's Peanut Butter Cups once I got there, since they had a lime of candy along the register. And hey, sometimes chocolate makes a girl feel like she's not alone in this world.

I placed my items on the counter and nervously looked at the man who was checking me out. He seemed to be in his late teens, maybe eighteen or nineteen, and he had a tattoo on his left arm.

I always wondered if cashiers judged someone for buying a pregnancy test, or if they wanted to congratulate the woman for possibly having a baby.

But by the way he raised a bushy eyebrow at me when he saw the pregnancy test I had placed down on the counter, I was guessing the former.

There was an awkward silence as the cashier dude scanned my items and put them in a small paper bag.

Then, as the dude handed me the bag, he said, "You look a little young to be pregnant."

My face flushed. "Ah, I'm not sure if I am or not..."

"I would hope the latter," the cashier responded. "A baby ruins your life when you're that young."

I decided to state the obvious. "Sir, I'm thirty-three! And also, how would you know? A baby could be a blessing!"

"I have a child of my own," the guy responded. "And she sure as hell ruined my life."

I gulped, nervousness fluttering around in my stomach like an agitated bumblebee. If I had a baby...would it ruin my life like the pharmacy worker?

"Uh...thank you for this...stellar conversation, sir..," I said awkwardly, taking my items that were now in a bag. "Have a nice day. And I wish you luck with your daughter..."

"And you with your child," the cashier said back.

"I'm not sure I'm pregnant!" I said, hoping that by saying that, the possibility would decline.

"Well, if you are, good luck. You'll need it," the cashier said.

I nodded, walking out of the pharmacy. The nervous bumblebee was buzzing more aggressively. I would need the luck? Was raising a child really that awful?

I got into my car, putting my bag of items on the seat next to me. I backed out of the parking lot, then began my drive home.

***

A few minutes later, I had arrived. I took the pregnancy test out of the bag and slipped it into my pants' pocket so that Daveed wouldn't see me strolling into the bathroom with it in plain view. I then took the bag full of nothing but Resse's and got out of my car. I unlocked the door with my key, then slipped inside.

I was greeted by Daveed sitting on the couch, watching TV. It looked like he was watching..."Teen Titans Go!"?

I chuckled as I shut the door behind me. "Enjoying your show, Dav?"

Daveed's head whipped around. He stared at me with wide eyes. "Uh...there was nothing else on! S-so I had to...watch...oh, shut up, you ass. Don't judge me. It's a good show."

"I'm not judging you!" I said with a giggle. Daveed's childish behavior almost made me forget about the test I was about to take.

Almost.

"But still, you could've watched Animal Planet. Yet you chose this," I teased. "A grown ass man, watching a show made for eight-year-olds."

Daveed squinted at me. He then smirked. He motioned me over.

I raised an eyebrow, going closer to him and kneeling down.

Daveed then leaned in, as if he was gonna kiss me.

I was okay with that, so I leaned in also.

Our lips were only a few inches apart now. Then, at the last minute, he whispered, "Fuck you."

And then he smacked me upside the head.

I whined, rubbing my head and pulling away. "You tease!" I pouted.

"That's what you get for insulting my show!" Daveed said. "Those Titans are my children!"

Pretty soon, you'll have a real child, I found myself thinking. But instead of speaking my thoughts, I said, "Oi. You're such an adult child."

"I am!" Daveed said. "How are you feeling, by the way? Better?"

I nodded. "Yep. But I've gotta go to the bathroom." Time to take the test.

"Do you need to throw up?" Daveed asked. "I can sit with you if you do."

"Nope. I just have to take a piss." Technically, it wasn't a lie.

Daveed nodded. "Hurry back, darling."

I smiled, nodding. I loved the pet names he gave me. I slipped into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. As soon as I did, my heart started hammering in my chest.

The moment was here.

With shaking fingers, I reached into my pants' pocket and pulled out the pregnancy test. I quietly unpackaged it (which I should've done in the car, come to think of it), careful not to crinkle the packaging too much. After that task was completed, I did my business on the test.

I then stared at it intently.

And the wait began.

One minute passed. I could only hear the sound of my own breathing and the distant mumble of "Teen Titans Go!".

Another minute passed.

Then another.

The results should be in any momeny now, I thought. I looked around the bathroom to pass the time. There were many towels...a decent-sized shower...a mirror...

I looked down at the test again, only to have my breath catch in my throat.

The results were in.

I looked at them, and two lines were where my results were supposed to be.

I felt my heart drop. Was I..?

I looked at the key, just to make sure.

And, sure enough, two lines meant positive.

I covered my mouth, a pit forming in my stomach.

I was pregnant...

With Daveed's baby.

Shit.

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