single girl's account so Jus wouldn't find out about it, and had it delivered same day. It seemed like a waste and a lot of stealth to go through for peace of mind. All this secrecy was getting to me.
When I went into the bathroom first thing the next morning to take the test, I still wasn't worried. I felt no test pressure at all. I had no symptoms. No tiredness. No sore breasts. Nothing. No reason to worry. And this brand was reliable and comforting. It hadn't let me down yet by giving me the two bars of pregnancy positive doom.
I thought about the last time Jus and I had been together. Great sex didn't make you pregnant. I mean, not any more than crappy sex could get you pregnant. There was no need to be superstitious.
I opened the test, took out the stick, stuck it in midstream, and set it on the counter to cure. My cell rang on the nightstand in the bedroom. Jus was calling. I rushed out of the bathroom and grabbed it, feeling guilty. Like I'd been caught in the middle of a nefarious act.
"Hey, Kay! How's my baby?"
My pulse raced at the sound of his voice. His question was badly timed. "You mean the dog?"
I hoped he meant the dog. On top of everything else, he couldn't possibly be psychic, too, and suspect I was in the middle of testing to see if he was going to be a daddy.
"Yeah, sure, the dog!" He laughed. "I couldn't possibly be calling you baby."
"We aren't in public. No one can hear us, so you don't need to keep up the act." I sat on the bed and glanced at the clock. Another few minutes and I would be in the clear.
"Mom called. Did she send you the itinerary she has planned for us in Naples?"
Hearing his voice was sweet, but I was barely listening. Too distracted. "Yeah. She did."
He started talking about Italy excitedly. Hinting at surprises while I watched the minutes tick by and got up to check on my test. I was only half listening as I wandered into the bathroom.
I picked up the stick just as Jus said, "How are things going on your end in Seattle? Kay? Kay, are you still there?"
When I went into the bathroom first thing the next morning to take the test, I still wasn't worried. I felt no test pressure at all. I had no symptoms. No tiredness. No sore breasts. Nothing. No reason to worry. And this brand was reliable and comforting. It hadn't let me down yet by giving me the two bars of pregnancy positive doom.
I thought about the last time Jus and I had been together. Great sex didn't make you pregnant. I mean, not any more than crappy sex could get you pregnant. There was no need to be superstitious.
I opened the test, took out the stick, stuck it in midstream, and set it on the counter to cure. My cell rang on the nightstand in the bedroom. Jus was calling. I rushed out of the bathroom and grabbed it, feeling guilty. Like I'd been caught in the middle of a nefarious act.
"Hey, Kay! How's my baby?"
My pulse raced at the sound of his voice. His question was badly timed. "You mean the dog?"
I hoped he meant the dog. On top of everything else, he couldn't possibly be psychic, too, and suspect I was in the middle of testing to see if he was going to be a daddy.
"Yeah, sure, the dog!" He laughed. "I couldn't possibly be calling you baby."
"We aren't in public. No one can hear us, so you don't need to keep up the act." I sat on the bed and glanced at the clock. Another few minutes and I would be in the clear.
"Mom called. Did she send you the itinerary she has planned for us in Naples?"
Hearing his voice was sweet, but I was barely listening. Too distracted. "Yeah. She did."
He started talking about Italy excitedly. Hinting at surprises while I watched the minutes tick by and got up to check on my test. I was only half listening as I wandered into the bathroom.
I picked up the stick just as Jus said, "How are things going on your end in Seattle? Kay? Kay, are you still there?"
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