His Greatest Redemption [REUPLOADED]

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Nearly twenty minutes had passed, and I was rethinking every life choice I'd ever made up until this very point. It took Dove's friend exactly ten minutes to run to the nearest drug story and purchase the pregnancy tests along with a 14oz bottle of juice for me to drink.

Frankie— or Francis, handed everything to Dove through the tiny crack she left in the gym door— she had refused to open it any wider, as if this was a drug transaction, and with a quick, "Thank you, Frankie." She shut the door in his face and then turned to me.

"Drink this, and drink it fast." She thrusted the bottle of Apple Juice in my direction for me to take from her, and I shook my head. I held up my glass of water, shaking my head. "This is my fourth cup." I said honestly. I'd been chugging water like it was my favorite vodka since the possibility that I could be pregnant finally dawned on me a few hours ago when I saw an advertisement for cheap birth control on Instagram.

I couldn't hear a thing Dove was saying over my own thoughts as we made our way inside the bathroom that was connected to the gym, I chewed on my lip, ignoring the tang of blood coating my tongue. Dove dumped everything inside of the small CVS bag out into the sink before grabbing one of the tests and flipping the box around to read the instructions. "You haven't smoked anything right—"

"No." Snatching the box, I tore it open and pulled my shorts and panties down before I sat on the toilet and peed on the stink. Dove handed me the apple juice, and I chugged it down. I peed on next stick, then the one after that. Even after I flushed, I held the tests in my hands, too afraid to look away. Suddenly I regretted ever even peeing on them, because suddenly everything was real.

I might actually be pregnant.

"...and staring at them isn't going to make the time go by faster." I caught only the last bit of Dove's sentence, and my head snapped up. She was leaning her shoulder against the door, hugging her arms to her body. I stood up and placed the test on the counter, nodding my head.

"You're right." I whispered, reaching over to flip the faucet on. "You're right. I need to...I gotta wash my hands." I took off my ring and placed it on the counter beside me, and then pumped three squirts of soap into my palm before scrubbing my hands vigorously underneath the running water.

"Sam..."

"I've never felt fear like this before." I dried my hands on my jeans before I slid my ring back on my finger, ignoring the fact that my skin felt like it was burning all over. "Im not maternal. I can barely take care of myself— hell, my dogs, much less a baby. And Spade..." I choked on a breath. "He doesn't want kids. He won't—"

"You don't know that. Have you guys even talked about that yet?"

"No." I laughed a miserable, bitter sound. "This is..." I ran my wettish hands down my face. "I can't do this. Everything is moving too fast. I'm supposed to be getting married in two days to free Spade of the thought that I might get killed for..."