AN HOUR LATER, I stared at the pregnancy stick in horror. There was a blue plus-sign. Per the pamphlet on the box, it was an indication that I was indeed pregnant.
“I am not pregnant,” I growled, grabbing another test stick to try again. Less than three minutes later, after peeing on the damn thing and almost dropping it into the toilet because my hand was shaking so badly, I tested positive again.
I called Trevor back.
“Well?” he asked.
I started to cry.
“Oh, Kitten.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
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