Do You Think We're Okay? t.f. x reader pt2

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"What are you talking about Emma?!" I stood up abruptly, my legs almost giving out.
"It makes sense Y/N! The mood swings, the sudden lack of appetite, YOU DIDN'T USE PROTECTION FOR CHRIST'S SAKE. WHAT MORE EVIDENCE DO YOU NEED?"

I swallowed thickly, staring at her with clenched fists. I didn't need this right now, I was already screaming at myself in my head.

I slowly walked over to my bathroom cabinet, dropping to my knees once again as I opened it, looking through my medical box.
It's like first aid, but for more important stuff, such as gauzes, stitches and needles, and..

Pregnancy tests.

William made the medical box for me, always wanting me to be as safe and secure as possible, just incase something happened with him not around.
When he gave it to me, I laughed it off, thanking him nonetheless, not ever thinking I'd actually need anything from this box.

Low and behold, I would.

I peed on the sticks, my lowering dignity almost disappearing completely.
Then, we played the waiting game, also mixed with the silent game as we awaited patiently, both of our nerves wracked with every negative emotion possible all at once.

5 minutes, then 10, then 12..
Each second felt like an eternity.
My heart drummed in my ears, my veins feeling like they were going to explode if these stupid fucking tests didn't hurry up.

I turned the box that the pregnancy tests came out off, reading the instructions. A blue line means negative, pink lines mean positive..

My phone's timer went off, causing both Emma and I to jump.
I speedily grabbed them, looking over both of them over..
And over..

And over again.

My heart dropped, then sped up.
Then slowed.
Then stopped.

My bottom lip quivered as everything else went in slow motion.

My lungs felt like they were burning as I sharply inhaled and exhaled short breaths.
Hyperventilating.

My eyes flooded with tears as they continued to stare into Emma's.
The bad part about being in slow motion means that you feel every single twinge of pain, times two.
Torture.

The dam crumbled, the tears overflowed, streaming down my red-hot cheeks.
Sobbing.

My whole body was coated with goosebumps in an instant, my skin feeling like ants were crawling underneath it.
Paranoia.

I slowly looked down to the two pregnancy tests clutched in my shaking hands. Two, just to make sure.
Just to be absolutely fucking sure.
Fear.

Pink lines were drawn on each stick, only getting more and more visible by the second.

Positive.