CAROLINE
“A
re
you really going to stand over me while I pee on a stick in a public women’s bathroom, James? Seriously?” Whispering harshly, I suddenly wished we hadn’t left James’ cabin. I’d pick pouring over photos any day if it meant I didn’t have to share a gender specific bathroom with him. Glaring at him as he leaned on the door to the stall, I grimaced as discomfort caused my bladder to stop working.
“Yes.” Such a simple answer- such a wrong answer.
“What do you think I’ll do? Lie? I would never lie to you about something like this, James. Have a little faith and let me pee in peace!” Nervousness threaded my veins and leaked into my voice, and James sighed heavily. Holding the pregnancy test tightly in one hand, I clenched my other into a fist as the urge to punch him nearly ov
