Test
I stared at the bathroom’s clock with the pregnancy test in
my hand as it struck midnight. Its slender, bold tip gazed back at me as I
aimed for the point. Anxious for the results I paced the bathroom floor
continually. Please Lord, not now.
Three minutes passed. Hands sweaty from anticipation, heart racing, and body
numbed, I glanced down at the results. Oh
no, a baby, now? My heart sunk to my stomach. Finally in a comfortable
position in my life with a baby everything will reverse. What to do? I rushed in the room, flicked on the light and told the
soon to be father. He smiled, grabbed my hand and wrapped me in his arms. The
anxiety on my face intensified, our relationship just bloomed and a baby now
could mean disaster. Tears ran slowly. He squeezed tighter and whispered. What? He kissed me slightly turned and
went back to sleep. I sat in silence. A family, huh? I placed the test on the
nightstand. His phone vibrated. Text,
from who? I opened the message and fear ran across my face. It
can’t be. I scrolled through franticly only to revealed a second life. He’s
cheating?