Logan

Nine

One line positive, two lines negative.
One positive, two negative.
On the first test she saw two lines and she hardly contained herself. «Negative.» she said with a low voice.
She watched the second one.
Still one line.
«This one is positive, it must be too early.» she said.
«What about the third?» Logan asked worried.
The third one was a digital one and worlds went on screen when the two minutes passed. «Too early» she said even if she kept watching it. A world appeared. «Pregnant.» she watched the second one. «And this is still positive.» she looked Logan in the eyes and she could hardly see because of tears.
He hugged her and they slowly fell on their knees on the floor. He was rolling his hand on her back to stop her from crying. She was sobbing and shaking and when she tried to speak she took five full minutes to do breathing exercises with Logan to calm down.
«What am I going to do?» she whispered.
«Can't you abort?» he asked.
«No, I should tell my mom and she should fly here and everything else.»
«Why, doesn't she live near?»
«Italy.»
He cupped her face with his hands. «And what does she do in Italy?» he asked stroking her wet cheeks with his thumbs.
«I come from there.»
«Oh, you don't even have a bad accent.» he said.
«Thank you.» she said sobbing.
«Let's get up and throw those things away.» he said.
They stood up and went in her bedroom. He sat on her bed and she put the tests in a drawer.
«I don't even know you properly.» she whispered.
«We have eight months.» he said and then interrupted. «Come here.»
She sat on his legs facing him.
«We have eight months,» he repeated. «And I'm always going to be next to you.»
She put her hands on his neck. «Are you ok?» she asked looking him in his eyes.
They were clear as the ocean, she could watch them for eternity.