She took a deep breath, prepped the stick and did her best.
Peeing on a stick is not an easy feat. It seems like it should be, but it does require a unique hand-eye-pee coordination that not every woman has practiced.
Emma made sure the applicator had enough before carefully balancing the precious test on the sink while she cleaned up. She had to wait a few minutes for the test results anyway, so she was glad she had something to do.
She checked her watch every five seconds. The test said it could take up to three minutes for a result with a possible positive marker at the minute mark.
Fifty-four, fifty-five, fifty-six....
The seconds took hours.
At the one minute mark, Emma picked up the test. It was early, but she couldn’t wait any longer.
Her breath caught and she wasn’t sure if she was going to laugh or cry.
Two pink lines.
She was pregnant.
Chapter 21
Emma
* * *
“Are you okay?”
“What?” Emma stuttered, turning from the limo window and looking blankly at Jackson.
“You’re distracted,” he told her. “I’ve asked you the same question three times and you haven’t said a word. You just sat there. Are you okay?”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Emma replied. She reached for his hand. “I’m just tired.”
“Are you sick?” Jackson asked. “You look a little pale.”
“I’m fine,” Emma told him. “It’s probably just a little bug. I’ll be fine.”
A baby bug, she thought to herself. And I’ll be fine in about nine months.
Emma thought about telling him about the positive pregnancy test, but decided to wait until she had it confirmed by a doctor. Her appointment was in a couple of days. She was still so early in her pregnancy that she didn’t want to get his hopes up yet.
She didn’t want him to think about his business troubles tonight, either, so, she was waiting until the doctor confirmed what the pregnancy test told her. It was better for everyone that way.
“Oh look, we’re here,” Emma announced, pointing to the
stadium. She was glad for the distraction. The way Jackson was looking at her made her nervous. She was going to have to focus on him tonight.
The limo pulled up to the front gate of Stingray Baseball Stadium. Tonight was going to be a great game against the hated Redbirds. The stands were already nearing capacity, yet more and more people in Stingray blue and gold kept coming in.
The limo door opened and Emma stepped out. The smells of peanuts, beer, and popcorn filled her nose. Thank god she wasn’t having morning sickness yet, or it would have been terrible. She sighed with relief.
“This way,” Jackson said, taking her hand. He guided her to a private entrance and then over to a hidden elevator. Two security guards checked them out before allowing them inside. From there, they went straight up and to the best seats in the entire stadium.
She followed Jackson as he led her to the tunnel that the players used to access the field, but instead of heading out onto the field he made a right hand turn at a doorway. Inside was the most impressive seats she’d ever seen for a sporting event.
Four leather recliners sat in a beautiful room looking out at the field. Except, she was so close to the field that she could almost touch the players. The umpire squatted only three feet away from her and she was close enough to see the stitching on the balls when he set them down.
It was as close to being a major league baseball player as she was ever going to get.