I held the test in my hand, staring down at the two pink lines in shock. I was pregnant.
I sighed, pacing the bathroom anxiously. A loud knocking came at the bathroom door, I jumped, hiding the test behind my back as the door opened.
I sighed in relief, it was only my cousin Diego.
"Diego, you scared me! What's up?"
Diego walked toward me, yanking the test out behind my back. "Your pregnant."
"No!" I screamed, "are you calling me fat?"
Diego sighed, "does Dora know?" He questioned.
"No, I just found out myself."
"Well you better tell her, she's seriously worried about you."
I smiled at Diego, grabbing the test from his hands and kissing his cheek. "See you at family dinner tonight cousin!"
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I ran into Dora's room, nearly tripping on her twin towers replica. "Dora!" I exclaimed.
She spun around from her desk, walking over and wrapping her hands around my waist, placing a soft kiss to my lips.
"What's up babe?"
"I have something to tell you..."
Dora nodded, signaling me to continue.
"I-I'm..."
Dora laughed, "just spit it out already babe, moms gonna want us down for family dinner soon."
"I'm pregnant."
Dora just stared at me, her mouth open in shock. At first I thought she was angry, but then she started laughing.
"What?" I asked angrily, "What's so funny?!"
"Nothing," Dora defended, "Nothings funny, I'm laughing because I'm happy."
"Y-your happy?"
"Of course I am, I'm gonna be a dadmom."
"But we're so young! We're only 3!"
"We'll figure it out baby, we always do. All I know is that I'm going to love you and this baby so much."
Dora smiled once again, placing a kiss to my lips and intertwining our hands. Both of us walked downstairs together, ready to tell our parents the truth. They were going to be grandparents, and Dora and I are going to have a nephew/niece/daughter/son.
