ᴍʏ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ✩ ᴛᴢ11

TWENTY EIGHT

penelope

"i'm coming p!" i hear celeste barge in my front door. "don't worry i got a variety of-" i hear a loud crash that jolts me from my spot on the bathroom floor.

"cel!?" i call out.

she comes walking into the bathroom with a cvs bag in her hand. she's rubbing her elbow with a distraught look on her face. "next time you come home, do me a favor and pick your things up off the floor."

"well my bad, i wasn't expecting you to run into my apartment with..." i look in the bag. "five pregnancy tests!"

she frowns. "who knew a louis vuitton could hurt me so bad." she pulls up the leg on her sweatpants, a bruise is forming on her knee. "you get to pissing girl, i'll go pick up your things by the door." she hands me the bag and i start taking the tests out, my stomach churning.

"celeste." i blankly say.

she giggles and comes running back into the bathroom. "sorry, p. that's mine." she grabs the newly packaged pink vibrator out of the bag, identical to the one she gifted me.

at least she could ease my nerves for a second. she stands in the doorway and i stare back at her. "well so you want me to watch you or..."

i roll my eyes, pushing her out the door and semi slamming it behind her. i lay all the tests out on the vanity sink. they range from the cheapest one you can find to the most expensive, reliably advertised test.

what is trevor going to say if i am pregnant? he's going to absolutely hate my guts for ruining his life then never talk to me again. or i could move away, ghost him, and never let him find out about this.

trying to pee in a dixie cup while my hands are shaking has to be the most humbling experience i've ever had. i'm about to call celeste in here so she can be the one to look and break the news to me because once i flip the tests over so i can't see the results, i'm never going to want to flip them back.

i wash my hands and sit on the floor, biting the absolute shit out of my fingernails while i wait. i stare off into space, thinking out every scenario of what my life could become. a small knock and creaking of the door opening snaps my head to the source of the disturbance.

"can i come in?" celeste asks.

i nod, patting the floor beside me. she doesn't hesitate to take a seat beside me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and laying her head down on top. i lay my head on top of hers, patting her forearm.

"i love you, p and no matter what i'm always going to be here for you."

"i know," i whisper, my built up tears choking me.

then that dreaded timer goes off. one that makes me jump and celeste hop to her feet to shut it off. she looks down at me with a "you ready?" type look. i shake my head.

"i can't cel."

her face is sympathetic, but understanding. "you want me to do it?"

i bite my cheek, staring her down and contemplating my options. she sighs, holding her hands out to pull me up.

"we'll do it together." she smiles.

i accept her hands as she hoists me up. looking at me before flipping the tests over. i sigh, nodding my head. i'm not ready and but then again, i don't think i'll ever be ready for this.

it's only when i see all five tests with "+", "pregnant", or two pink lines that i realize i'm really not ready for this.

i gasp, my hand flying to my mouth to either catch my vomit or muffle my choked, petrified sobs. celeste rubs my back and shuts the seat to my toilet before she urges me to sit down as i start rapidly breathing.