(Andrea's POV)
I sat on the bed, Chris next to me. "Do you want me to go in there with you?" Chris asked, holding my hand. I shook my head. "This is something I should do on my own." I kissed his cheek, and went into the bathroom. I did my business, and set the stick on the sink counter. I splashed water on my face, trying to think straight. What if I was pregnant? What would that lead to? Marriage? Jobs? What if this was my last summer as a teenager? I sat on the edge of the bathtub, burying my face in my hands. I didn't even live this summer to the fullest. I haven't done half the things I dreamt of doing. I mean, of course I wanted to be a mommy. What girl doesn't dream of being a mom? But, was I really ready for such a huge responsibility? I mean, we're like eighteen, could we really handle getting jobs, buying a house, getting married? I mean, of course I love Chris, but I hadn't lived my life. I sighed, and took deep breaths. I need to calm down. It hasn't even been officiated that I'm pregnant. And, I'm only thinking of the cons. I'm not even thinking of all the good things. Being a mommy would be amazing. Having a beautiful child look up at me with their innocent eyes, saying "I love you mommy." Holding them in my arms, knowing that Chris and I created that beautiful little miracle. My eyes began to cloud over, my desire to be pregnant growing by the second. I was so in depth in thought, that when the timer went off, I fell backwards into the tub. "Baby!" Chris came in, and helped me out. "What happened?" He chuckled, kissing my forehead. "Nothing, I just got scared." I said, rushing to pick up the stick. I looked down at it, and my breathing stopped. Chris looked at me. "Well?" I turned towards him, my tears now spilling over. I felt sick to my stomach, and tried to stop the tears but it wouldn't work. "Baby, what?" Chris asked, getting worries. I sighed, and threw the stick in the trash can. "I'm not pregnant...."
