“I’m pretty sure they might be the only baby go-go boots in the whole world.”
She shrugs. “Semantics.”
“Okay, Tor.” I look at the now empty bed. “Except, did you forget something?”
“What? What did I forget? I can go back out—”
“The pregnancy test. Did you forget the pregnancy test?”
“What? No, of course not. It’s in my purse. If I dropped the bag in front of the reporters, I didn’t want it to come flying out or something.”
“Because the prenatal vitamins and nipple cream wouldn’t have been a dead giveaway? Not to mention the baby go-go boots?”
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bsp; “Shut up!” She pulls the test out of her purse and throws it at me. “Now go pee on the stick.”
“But I don’t have to pee now—” I start to tease.
“GO PEE ON THE STICK!”
“Okay, I’m going. I’m going.”
I’m still laughing when I pull my pants down and try to follow Tori’s orders. Trust my best friend to make into an adventure something that should have been incredibly stressful.
I’ve barely got my pants zipped up when Tori’s pounding on the door. “Are you done? Are you done? Is it turning purple? Is there a plus sign? A happy face? An exclamation point? For the love of God, woman, tell me something.”
I wash my hands, then go to open the door. “The directions say I have to wait five minutes.”
“What? That’s crazy. Either the hormone is there or it isn’t.”
I glance at the stick. “Well, it hasn’t done anything yet.”
“What? Let me see.” She grabs it out of my hand and frowns at it. “Maybe you drank too much water and diluted it or something.”
“I don’t think you can dilute it.”
“I think you can. Maybe you should take another one.” She rushes back to her purse and pulls out another test.
“How many of those did you buy?”
“I don’t know. Like seven, maybe? There were a lot of different brands. I didn’t know which one to choose!”
“So you chose all of them?”
“Umm, yes. When exactly did you get so judgey anyway?”
“I’m not being judgey. I’m—oh wait! It’s doing something!”
“It’s doing something? What is it doing?” She rushes back across the room straight at me. “Let me see! Let me see!”
She all but rips it out of my hand and then we both stand there, staring down at the little plastic wand as a symbol starts to appear in the little box.
“Holy shit!” Tori says. “Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit.”
“Holy shit,” I agree.
“You’re pregnant.”