Eryn POV
I do the math in my head. Two tests per box, and I have fifteen boxes. That is thirty tests. I have only peed on about a third of them, and they are all saying the same thing. I lift my water bottle to my lips and gulp down more. They can't all be wrong. f**k, what if they are all right. Ripping open another test, I hover over the toilet and pee on it. Replacing the cap, I sit it next to the rest and wait.
I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and groan out loud. Before the three minutes are up, the second pink line appears on the test. "f**k," I grunt.
The door to the bathroom jiggles, and a wave of panic rushes through me. Atticus's and I's bathroom is trashed. There are pregnancy test boxes and wrappers all over the floor, and used pregnancy tests line the sink.
