One week? Delayed for a week.
Andrea is so fucked up right now.
Her palms are getting cold, sweaty and numb. She isnt that girl you would take out on a date that easy. She has high standards when it comes to boys. Either he has a doctorate degree and has been working for years or he has been courting for her since birth. Standing for the whole two minutes staring at a pregnancy kit in front of her.
Should I try this? Can it even be possible? I know I havent been ovulating that time. I swear...
She thought to herself.
"God, it was just one fucking night. It was the worst night. I cant even believe that. We..had...sex..."
Yes. The virgin Andrea with the high hopes of saving herself for her husband in the future had sex. Wrong in the eyes of God and a fucked up situation if this happens to create something.
"Fucking hormones. Dopamine and hypothalamus i curse you! "
She whispered.
Four in the morning. She hasnt been sleeping well cause of the thought of being pregnant scares her to death. What would her parent say? What whould that guy say if he finds out? Schooling? Labor and Birth? A lot of things came running and gives her the nigtmares.
She slowly picked the kit. Read the instructions and took a deep breath.
I can do this, no matter what happens... I believe everything happens for a reason.
Slowly, she went inside the bathroom and closed the door. She sat down took some samples of her urine and waited for a minute.
Please be one line?? I promise. Ill go to church every Sunday God.
Crossing her fingers.
ONE PINK LINE.
"SHUT UP! FOR REAL! Shit! thank you So much God! "
She screamed. Thank god no one woke up.
Relieved and happy. She threw away the kit and went back to sleep.
I can finally dream happy thoughts and unicorns with rainbows.
Jumps back in her bed, snuggling her favorite pillow.
