Page 193 of The Broken Aztec Princesses

When I got home, I dropped the bags on the counter, keeping the one with tests in my hand, and went straight for my sister, but addressed the man beside her. “Chris, can you watch Adam?”

“Sure. Everything okay?”

“Everything’s great. I need to borrow Violet,” I answered, grabbing my sister by the hand and pulling her up the stairs with the bag full of tests.

“Bells, you’re scaring me. What’s going on?”

I pulled her into her room and into the bathroom, shutting both doors behind us out of paranoia. It wasn’t like Chris to snoop, but I was panicking right now and rational thinking had gone out the window.

“I think I might be pregnant.” I blurted out, and Violet’s eyes practically bugged out of her head as she watched me empty thebag of tests into the sink. “I’m freaking out, Vi. What am I going to do?”

I was on the verge of tears, but I had held it in for almost an hour, and now I was near hysterics. Cade never called me back. If I was pregnant, I was going to be doing this alone.

What was I going to tell my parents? Cory? I never told Cory I was with anyone, and suddenly I was going to show up pregnant? I was going to be a disgrace, returning to Crescent Moon without a mate, nothing to show for my absence and now pregnant.

I felt someone shaking my shoulders, bringing me out of my spiraling thoughts.

“Snap out of it!” Violet was screaming.

“What?”

“Oh, Goddess, you scared me. You just froze.”

“What am I going to do, Vi?” I answered weakly.

“For one, you’re going to take a test, so we can know for sure. We can panic after,” she instructed.

“Okay. Okay. I can do that,” I answered, lowering my pants.

“Not in front of me!” Violet squealed, covering her eyes and giggling.

“Sorry. I’m a little freaked out,” I defended, pulling my pants back up.

“I can see that. How about this? You bought like fifty of them. We’ll both take a couple of tests together and that way you’re not doing it alone.”

“Yeah, okay, let’s do that,” I replied, trying to calm my racing heart.

“Alright, you go, and then I’ll—”

“You can’t leave.” I grabbed her arm, stopping her from exiting the bathroom.

“Bells, I don’t want to watch you pee on multiple sticks, and there’s only one toilet,” she replied and I looked over at the shower.

“I’m not peeing in the shower!” Violet continued to laugh nervously.

“Please?” I begged.

“No. Not happening. Especially not in my tub. I shower in there every night!”

“Downstairs. There are the communal toilets,” I suddenly remembered.

“Fine. Help me put these back in the bag, and we’ll go downstairs.”

With shaky hands, I helped put all the tests back into the bag, and we snuck into the downstairs bathroom. I dumped all the tests into one of the sinks and ripped open four boxes. I divided the eight tests between Violet and myself.

“It’s not like this is fair. You know it’ll be negative,” I grumbled.

“I mean, I don’t have t—”

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