Come Home Bad Boy

Come Home Bad Boy by Leah Holt

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catapult. I could feel the nerves exploding off each other, the intense blast of fire shooting down my veins.
    A cold sweat started to pool in between my shoulder blades, the icy trickles chilling my spine as they crawled down. This is insane! Why am I so nervous? Anxiously, I ran my hands through my hair, tugging at the roots.
    “Well? Anything yet?” I yelled through the door, placing my hand against the cracking wood.
    Slowly, she cracked it open. “Well I peed on the stick, now we wait.” Stepping out, she looked back over her shoulder at the stick resting on the sink.
    “Wait? How long?” My fingers gripped the hair on top of my head, holding it in place.
    “The instructions say...” Holding the paper up, she flipped it around, eyes searching the writing. “Three minutes, at least three for a proper result.”
    “Well this is going to be the longest three minutes of my life.”
    “You're telling me,” she said, reaching her hand out, tugging the loop on my jeans.
    And the two of us just stood there, fingers braided together, staring at the small white plastic strip on the sink. But we were ten feet away, not close enough to watch the small screen.
    That little piece of plastic, looked huge against the sink. The lights shined down, and it seemed to emit a radiant hue. Like it was under a spotlight, an entire audience waiting to see the answer.
    And for a brief moment, I felt like we weren't alone, a warm heat flooded my body, making me shiver. Goosebumps jumped off my skin, the hair on my neck stood up. When I looked at Heidi, I knew she felt the same thing.
    Her arms were covered in the same prickles. Rubbing the front of her throat, she swallowed hard. I watched her chest rise, lifting her breasts to her chin. “Has it been three minutes?” Her voice crackled out, the words breaking in aired gasps.
    “I'm not sure, maybe. It feels like it's been an hour already.” Opening my eyes wide, brows lifted, I said, “Let's just look, I'm sure it's been long enough.”
    Nodding yes, we walked to the doorway. But neither of us stepped in, we stood in limbo. Hoovering between a step and being locked in place, neither one of us wanted to break that threshold.
    Twisting her head, she gazed at me. Her lips parted softly, glistening as her tongue ran across the two pieces of flesh. “Silas, I want to tell you something.”
    “Okay.” Uncertain of what to expect, not knowing what she was thinking or feeling, I squeezed her fingers.
    “Even if it's not positive, I still want this. I still want a baby with you.”
    My lip arched up, grazing her cheek with the back of my hand. “That's what I need, Heidi. You and our baby to make me complete.”
    Cupping her cheek, I pulled her in, kissing her lips. A kiss that was more than just two mouths pressed together, this time it was different. My heart was racing, body tingling and warm, this time the kiss meant more.
    I loved this woman. That's what I was feeling, true love. Something I hid myself from, but found before it was too late.
    Love.
    Breaking our lock, Heidi took a deep breath. “Let's find out.” She took the first step, crossing the small strip of metal that held us at the frame.
    Her hands lifted to cover her mouth, head frozen on the little window below her. Standing at her side, I forced my head to fall forward. The muscles in my neck had seized, locking my head in place. My eyes had closed tight without trying, peeling my lids open, I looked at the test.
    Two lines.
    Positive.
    Snapping my head up, an open dumbfounded gaze fixed on my face. Heidi was looking at the stick, eyes welled up with tears. Wrapping my fingers around her wrist, she shifted her eyes to mine.
    “Do you see that?” she asked, cupping her jaw. “That's two lines, two.” The tears began to stream over her cheeks, trickling down her face, falling to her chest.
    Wiping them away, I brushed the loose hair from her face. “I see it, and it's exactly what I hoped to see.”
    “Wow, I'm

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