One month later, Rebecca sat on the toilet in the master bath in the condo, staring down in disbelief at the white stick in her hand.
It was a pregnancy test.
A positive pregnancy test.
It was the fourth one she'd taken. After the first one had turned positive, she'd been sure it must be a fluke. A mistake. So she'd gone to a 24-hour pharmacy and bought three more tests, each one a different brand than the first one. And every single one had come up positive.
How had this happened?
Well, she knew how it had happened given that they'd had s*x every day—sometimes twice a day—for the last month. That wasn't altogether unusual for a newly married couple, granted, but theirs was supposed to be a pretend marriage. It had morphed, by tacit and mutual consent, into a pretend marriage with ben
