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"How long has it been?" Jennie asked nervously, teetering off the edge of her bed with Rosé sitting next to her, timing with her phone.
"Three minutes." She mumbled. Jennie sighed heavily. This had to be the longest ten minutes of her life. It was torture. Rosé had been aware of her nervous behaviour and wanted to do whatever she could to help, despite the fact she was practically shaking in fear of what those tests would say.
Rosé and Jennie waited for what seemed like years until finally an alarm went off, startling them both back into reality. Jennie's eyes widened and her heart thumped through her chest, but she didn't dare move. She felt paralysed, unable to function her frozen limbs. So instead, Rosé swallowed the bile seeping up her throat and stood up shakily. But before she could walk another step, she felt a weak tug around her wrist. She turned to meet pleading eyes, for what they were pleading for she wasn't sure.
"Whatever happens, it'll be ok. Do you want me to look, or-" She said, hoping it would calm the terrified girl.
"No, you look... please." Jennie added gently, taking a deep breath as she watched Rosé turn on the spot.
Rosé smiled, or at least mustered the effort to fake one. She felt Jennie's grip loosen and again, her feet walked her towards her fate. Opening the bathroom door was the hardest thing she'd ever done, and once it was open there was no turning back. Five pregnancy tests lay upon the bathroom sink, waiting and ready. Rosé had never loathed a few pieces of plastic more in her life, and she hoped she wasn't about to hate them even more.
Not baring to torture herself and Jennie any longer, she took a tentative step forward and looked up at the ceiling to soothe her mind, or what was left of it. It didn't work. Before she could register that she was even looking down, her eyes were squared with the result of the first test.
"Shit." She gasped. Before looking at the rest, she checked the box again to make sure she'd got it right. All five tests had two red lines, which according to the box indicated that they were positive.
"No.." She whispered to herself, eyes closing to prevent the burning tears from forming. Her stomach churned, her head was spinning, she felt weak. Next thing, Jennie sprung from the bed and rushed into the bathroom. She stopped dead in the doorway, watching Rosé who stood completely still, holding up one of the tests and showed it to her with a trembling hand almost making it unreadable.
"I-I'm sorry." Rosé whispered through a choked sob. She felt so guilty and ashamed, wondering how she could be so stupid. As always, stupid fucking Rosé! Can't even have sex without knocking up the only person she ever truly loved and cared about. Someone who didn't even love her back. Not the way she wanted at least, and that scared her to death that this baby hadn't been conceived out of love.
"It's.. positive?" Jennie asked in disbelief, her timid voice loud among the deafening silence. She was trying to keep her emotions in check, but she had never expected this to be real. It couldn't be. This wasn't happening.
