Dave the type of guy who would give his last to a stranger because he never wanna see a soul struggle that's what Tia loved about him the most he is husband material and if you was to ask Dave Tia was wife material
They have been best friends for...
I wasn't feeling right. My stomach had been off all day, and it wasn't the usual cramp or hunger thing—it was something different. Heavy. Unsettling. I couldn't even really describe it. So I drove to CVS, trying not to panic, even though I already knew what I was there for.
I grabbed a pregnancy test. One of the expensive digital ones—the kind that spells it out for you so there's no second-guessing, no mistaking a faint line for nothing.
This was the last thing me and Dave needed right now. Especially with us not even speaking. Things had already been tense, and this would just...complicate everything.
I tossed a Snickers and a can of Pringles in my basket too.
After I paid, I sat in my car for a second, phone in hand. I had called Dave three times already and texted him at least five more. No response. I wanted him to be there when I took the test. Even if we weren't good, this was our situation.
But whatever. He wasn't answering, and I wasn't about to wait.
I thought about grabbing some wine—just to take the edge off—but decided against it. I parked in my garage, grabbed my stuff, and went up to the condo.
My heart was pounding before I even unwrapped the test.
I peed, placed it on the edge of the sink, and washed my hands. It said it would take three minutes.
I couldn't just sit there, so I went to my bedroom, crawled into bed, and ate my Snickers bar. Every second dragged. I tried to distract myself with the TV, my phone, anything, but nothing worked. That test was sitting in the bathroom, holding an answer that could change everything.
"God, please don't let me be pregnant," I whispered as I stood up and made my way back to the bathroom.
The test was exactly where I left it.
I looked down.
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I just stared at the test.
There it was in plain bold letters: Pregnant.
No mistaking it. No need to squint or hold it up to the light.
I didn't even cry. Not because I wasn't overwhelmed—because I was—but I didn't have time for tears. I had a baby to think about now. A whole life growing inside of me. And the father? The father was currently ignoring my calls like I wasn't sitting here trying to keep it together by a thread.
I walked out the bathroom slowly, like my body suddenly weighed more. I dropped down onto the couch, turned on Grey's Anatomy, and opened my Pringles. The crunch didn't help. Neither did the watermelon I had in a bowl next to me. My stomach felt like it was floating and sinking all at once.
I missed him. Dave. His laugh. His arms. His annoying ass sarcasm. And maybe it was the hormones, or maybe it was just me being fed up—but this was the last time I was blowing up his phone. I was done. I couldn't keep chasing after someone who knew damn well I needed him right now.
