Beginning of the end

Part 7 [June 1 '21]

Not good. The fact that Blake was even buying the test was not good. Surely it was just her being paranoid though. She had a separate bank account from Kiefer, but she didn't even pay with her card. She got cash back after purchasing diapers for Zelda. She drove to another store and picked up a couple of things. A candy and a pregnancy test.

The candy was for Kiefer. A Rolo tube. It wasn't like he would question Blake having purchased something, but she still felt nervous. She was bribing him to not notice anything was odd. Fortunately he was entirely unpicky when it came to candy. Was it candy? Yes. He was sold on it. Blake loved how easily pleased her fiancé was. She loved that he could find enjoyment and love in just about anything. He wasn't constantly seeking the next best thing; he was able to enjoy things in the moment. However sometimes it didn't work out quite that nicely. Sometimes Kiefer thought that he wanted something, but the reality of it hit him like a ton of bricks and he didn't want it anymore... like Zelda. Or, more specifically, like getting a girl pregnant. Kiefer adored Zelda, but he'd totally backtracked on the idea of wanting kids when Blake admitted to being pregnant.

Kiefer claimed that he wanted more children, and hopefully that was right. He wanted to marry Blake, and then they could have more babies. In the past Blake expressed wanting six children, and joked that she'd get her way, because Kiefer couldn't tell her no. Now she didn't feel so confident in that regard. She'd seen it backfire even when she hadn't gotten pregnant on purpose. They were doing so well right now. Kiefer had two businesses, Blake's band was successfully grinding and getting songs on the radio. The wedding was in under a year. Things were great, but Blake couldn't help the anxiety.

Blake left the candy for Kiefer on the counter and walked back to the bathroom connected to their bedroom. The bedroom that surely had caused this possible issue. Blake utilized the stick and set it down out of sight on a paper towel. She needed to prepare before she looked at it. Before she faced the anxiety of a positive, or the minor disappointment of a negative. She did not need a baby right now, but it did not mean she would ever reject one. In addition to feeling sick and anxious, Blake was not looking her best. She put on some moisturizing sunscreen and mild black eyeliner for her trek to the store, but she did not look well. Her naturally tan skin was verging on gray for the paleness overtaking her. She had her hair pulled back into a low ponytail that at least kept it out of her face. She wore oversized gray yoga pants, slip-ons, and a black artsy t-shirt Kiefer had gotten her for lounging. She did not dare look in the mirror as she waited. The time was up, so she cautiously peered over to the test.

Two lines.

Blake sat down, willing herself not to cry.