Collapse ➳ T. Posey [3.2]

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March 13th, 2022

"Tyler will be home soon," Paisley said as she moved to sit on the floor next to Cara. The blonde let her head drop against the shoulder of her best friend, shivering slightly at the cold of the bathtub pressed against her back. "How long's left?"

          "Not long now," Cara smiled, linking her hand with Paisley's, while her other hand moved to rest against her stomach. Cara had found out she was pregnant three days ago, even though she and Dylan had only just started trying again. They thought it was going to take longer, but Paisley wasn't surprised that they'd gotten pregnant less than a month after starting to try. After all, this was their first planned child; with their track record, getting pregnant wasn't a hard feat.

          But, the pregnancy test sitting on the toilet seat in front of Paisley and Cara wasn't for Cara. It was for her. Because she hadn't been feeling well for the last few weeks. Because she'd spent the last few weeks with her head in the toilet bowl as she threw up half the contents of her stomach. She thought she was dying. Cara thought she was pregnant.

          And that's how they ended up here. Sitting on the floor of Paisley and Tyler's bathroom, side by side like always.

          Cara's alarm blared. They both jumped.

          "Well?" Paisley asked, watching Cara as she moved to peer at the pregnancy test. "What's the verdict?"

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