Dash Wilder One Shots & Drabbles

Why's there a pregnancy test in the trash?

You were walking through Target with your best friend. You walked past the Health & Beauty section and you knew you needed to get a pregnancy test but you didn't know how your best friend would react.

"What are you doing?" She asked as she saw you make your way towards the Family Planning section. "Need some more protection since Dash is coming home tonight?" She teased.

"Umm, not exactly." You said as you reached for one of the pink First Response boxes.

"Wait, what?" She said as she looked at the box in your hands and then up at you.

"Okay, don't freak out. I don't know if I am. But there was one night we didn't use protection. I've been overthinking this all week and I just need to know." You said.

"Relax, I'm not judging you. I'll even sit with you while you take it if you want." She offered.

"That would be great!" You said as you gave her a small smile.

You headed straight home and your friend helped keep your mind off the weight of the situation as you waited the three minutes the package instructed you to. You were relieved to get a Not Pregnant reading and you threw the test into the bathroom trash not thinking anything of it.

Later that night you were laying in bed waiting for Dash to join you after his shower.

"Hey, babe?" He called out from the bathroom.

"Yeah?" You called back.

"Why's there a pregnancy test in the trash?" He asked as he came into the bedroom carrying the white stick in his hand.

"Oh, it's nothing." You said.

"Well, it sure seems like something to me. Why didn't you tell me about this?" He asked as he walked around the bed to take a seat next to you.

"I didn't even know if I was. I wasn't having any symptoms. But the last time you were home we didn't use protection and I've been driving myself crazy over thinking about it. I just needed to know. So, I took a test so that I would know." You said.

"Well, it's a relief that you're not. Not that I wouldn't be happy if you were, but-"

"I get it Dash. I'm relieved too." You said as you reached down and covered his hand with yours. He gave it a gentle squeeze before looking at you. "Next time something like this happens, talk to me okay? I don't want to have a mini heart attack in the shower when I drop my bar of soap and notice a pregnancy test in the trash can when I bend down to pick it up."