"One line, negative. Two lines, positive," I read out loud from the box. "Fifth time, okay..."
Biting my lower lip, I stared at the result, waiting for it to show up. Tapping my heel on the tiled floor repeatedly, I counted the ticking of the clock as I listened to the loud pounding of my heart.
"Oh, shit..." I muttered, staring at the two lines on the PT. "I'm really pregnant," I murmured, covering my mouth.
I looked at myself in the mirror, checking for the changes I had been feeling in my body.
My breasts were full and raw. I cupped them with my hands and felt their sensitivity. Then, I caressed my flat stomach over the silvery dress I wore. My own flesh and blood is growing inside of me.
"Oh my gosh, Val. You're going to be a freaking father," I whispered, sighing in both tension
