“Sprinkles. Calm down. You’re making me a nervous wreck. Just pick one,” Slade huffed.
Candy bit at the inside of her jaw, looking over the wall of feminine products. The many choices for a pregnancy test were giving her anxiety.
Isis leaned up against the shelf, looking at the light above them that was flickering on and off, making the group even more on edge. She sighed in frustration, tapping her foot to the flicker of the light.
Gage had his forehead resting on his fiancé’s shoulder, with his arms dangling down like a bored child. “Make this torture stop. Please, just pick one, Pinky. I’m starving. All you have to do is pee on a stick. Boom! Done. It’s not that big of a deal.”
Candy looked over at Gage and snarled. “What if I choose the wrong one?”
Isis grabbed a handful of tests.
