Taylor and Wade

TAYLOR*

I couldn't help but chuckle lightly when I walked into the bathroom. I flicked on the light and laughed at my reflection in the mirror. Wade had gone and gotten ten pregnancy tests. The one I grabbed has three tests inside—crazy guy. Either way, I would be taking those other boxes back with the receipt in the morning. I bet the cashier had a good laugh after Wade had left the store and anyone else who might have been there at the time. I can picture him wide-eyed with a frown on his face as he looked at all of the boxes.

I opened the box and took each test out of the wrapper, and laid them on the counter. I was relieved that those beers I had drunk had kicked in. I needed to pee something fierce. I did my business, cleaned my hands, and looked down at the tests. Well, it seems like none of us will be getting any sleep tonight. Each test flashed pregnant on the screen. I grabbed a towel and some toilet paper and placed each test on the towel, then disposed of the toilet paper