"Relax, Faylinn," Medic says as I sit on the closed toilet seat in our master bathroom, bouncing my leg at a hundred miles an hour. "It's a pregnancy test, not a cancer screening."
I scoff. "Yeah, says the guy who does not have triplets that are hardly a year old. How the hell are we gonna handle another kid?"
Medic picks the test up off the sink and stares at it. "Well . . ." he says, turning it to face me, "I guess it's a good thing we have such a big, helpful family. You're pregnant."
For a moment, I just stare at the little pink line in the test area, my heart damn near beating out of my chest, before reaching up and taking it from him. "Shit."
"Want me to have Finn come up?"
"No," I whisper, shaking my head. "I'll tell him in a few. I just need a minute to process. Pl
