Twenty- One

“Shit,” I mumble as I stare at the little stick in my hand. The pink plus sign stares back at me, almost tauntingly. “Maybe it’s a false positive,” I say to myself as I look at the five other pregnancy tests on the counter. I groan as I read them- all positive.

A knock comes from the bathroom door, “you ok in there?”

“Yeah!” I answer. “Just.. uh… girl things!”

“Oh,” James says quickly. “If you need anything I can run to the store,” he offers.

“Not unless they sell abortion over the counter,” I grumble.

“What was that?” He asks loudly. “I didn’t hear you.”

“I said not unless they have real Tylenol here,” I answer quickly.

“I’ll go check,” James says. “I’ll see if they have that chocolate you like too.”

“Thank you,” I tell him as I sink to the floor.

How had this happened? I mean, I know how it happens, but it shouldn’t have happened. Sure we’ve been fucking like rabbits but birth control was supposed to prevent this right? Unless, oh god, I’d gotten the dates wrong on when it