by Ivy Jordan
“Then I’d be the happiest man on earth,” he said, still naked and dripping in the doorway of the bathroom.
I held the stick between my legs, closed my eyes, and peed onto the testing area. “What if I’m not?” I asked as I set the stick on the bathroom counter and then wiped.
“I’ll still be the happiest man on earth,” he said with a grin.
I pulled up my panties, stood, and flushed the toilet as I watched the first line appear on the stick. It felt like an eternity staring at the damn thing with nothing happening. “It must just be nerves,” I said, shaking off the disappointment that was growing in my heart.
I slipped out of my nightgown, stepped out of my panties, and reached into the shower to turn the water back on. “We’re gonna be late,” I said, turning back to see Elijah holding the stick.
His eyes were wildly excited, his lips curling into an enormous smile. “Oh, you’re gonna be late all right, for nine months,” he boasted.
My heart raced. Could it be true? My anniversary to Mr. Right, my graduation day, and a baby?
He handed me the stick. A new line had appeared. It was positive. We were pregnant. I leapt into his arms, kissing him on the neck as he squeezed me.
My sister was the one who’d always said she was a princess, but that day, I was the one who got the fairytale ending.
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This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
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