Lily
"It's not like I don't want to have his baby." I mumbled to myself, staring warily at the three pregnancy tests lying face down on my bathroom counter.
Tests I had decided to grab seconds after telling Adrian I needed to eat my breakfast at The Radiant Bean.
That was a day ago. Yes, I had waited— or more like chickened out— on taking the pregnancy test for an entire day. And all that had done was give my anxiety more time to toy with me, while forcing me to dodge Adrian like a fugitive, afraid he would see the truth in my eyes before I even knew it myself. I had Old Betty to thank for his absence.
As if on cue, my phone vibrated with another one of his messages.
Deciding that I'd read that one too after knowing the results, my gaze drifted back to the tests.
It had been well
