Emma's POV.
I sat on the cold, hard bathroom floor, holding the tiny stick in my hands. I stared at the two pink lines. They were taunting me.
Inwardly, I was going crazy. I was losing all of my s**t. I was pulling my hair, and screaming at myself. On the outside, however, I looked calm, and collected, sitting with my legs folded, and my head hanging, still staring at the little stick with the two pink lines.
It couldn't be true. I refused to believe it, but the evidence was staring me right in the face. There was no denying it.
I was pregnant!
Holy f*****g s**t!
I had been feeling a little woozy for a few days, but I just assumed that it was the stress of my life. When I threw up on the pier the other day, I had to be sure. I suspected, but I didn't want it to be true, so I tried to
