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“Stared at my tits every time he spoke to me.”

“That’s the one,” Lo goes on. “Well, anyway, this chick he was banging from one of his classes told him she was pregnant. Had a positive test and everything. But when they went to the doc, they tested her, and she wasn’t pregnant. They said that could sometimes happen.”

“A false positive.”

“Yeah. Brody was relieved as fuck.”

Hope lifts inside me like a balloon inflating in my chest.

A false positive.

I mean, it could be possible.

It’s a small chance, and I don’t want to get my hopes up that I also have a false positive test. I can’t imagine that it happens often, but…

“You think I should do another test?” I ask Lo.

He shrugs, placing his hands on the kitchen counter. “Won’t hurt anything to do another test. You want me to go to the store and grab another one?”

“You’ll go get one for me?” Emotion wells up inside me at his thoughtfulness.

“Sure. I’m starving. Didn’t get a chance to grab anything to eat before coming here, so I’ll get some food while I’m out.”

I know he offered to go to the store because he’s hungry, but it’s still sweet that he said he’d go get the test.

“You want anything to eat?” he asks as he heads for the door.

“No.” I can’t bear the thought of eating anything right now. “But can you get a different brand from the one I already used?”

He stops at the door. “Which brand is that one?”

“Uh, I don’t know.”

“Where’s the box it came in?”

“In the bathroom. One sec.” I run and grab the box and bring it back out to him.

He takes it from me and tucks it into his jacket pocket.

“Take my key so you can let yourself back in.” I pick it up from the small table by the door and hand it to him.

He leans down and plants a kiss on the top of my head. “I’ll be back. Don’t stress and drink water while I’m gone.”

“Why?” I ask, opening the door for him.

He gives me a dumb look. “So that you need to pee by the time I get back.”

I totally deserved that dumb look. “Water. Got it. See you soon.”

I shut the door behind him and go straight into the kitchen. I grab a glass, fill it with water from the faucet, and start chugging it down.

I’m still standing in my tiny kitchen area, three glasses of water in, when Lo comes back with a grocery bag in hand.

He puts my keys and the grocery bag on the kitchen counter. He pulls out a couple of prepackaged sandwiches, a large bag of chips, a carton of orange juice, and then two different brands of pregnancy tests.

“I got two, just in case,” he tells me.

I give him a weak smile. “Thanks.”

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