Page 103 of The Chemistry of Us

The words fell on me as if it were an avalanche she just dropped on my head. I never even considered that. She must have noticed my shock.

“I’ll be right back.”

I think I stayed there in a state of utter dismay until she walked back into the bathroom with what appeared to be a pregnancy test in her hands.

“Oh God…”

“Don’t freak out yet,” she stressed. “It could be negative.”

“Do you think it will be?”

“I’m not entirely sure.”

With shaky hands, I grabbed the test and proceeded to endure the worst three minutes of my life until I grabbed the box out of her hands and took every test she had in there. There in front of my eyes, it was clear as day.

Two plus signs.

A smiley face.

One plus sign.

Two pink lines.

One pink line.

And then the word…

Pregnant.

Clear as day for me to read. I took six different pregnancy tests, and they all gave me the same result.

Never did I imagine this was where I would be.

Knocked up.

With child.

Bun in the oven.

I was having a baby with the man I least expected.

Except after everything we’d gone through, done to each other, been through together. Deep in my heart, my soul, my entire being…

I loved him.

For the rest of the morning, I literally lost my mind.

She walked back into my bedroom, eyeing me like I was insane. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?! I’m trying to calm down. And isn’t milk good for a baby? Since I’ll be producing it!” I kept bouncing.

“By jumping up and down?”

“Yesssss!”

“Tru, I don’t think that’s?—”

“I don’t need your negative energy right now, So either you stay and pour more milk and use soothing words, or you can go.”

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