Pregnancy Tests

Ten

I was in the kitchen cooking dinner when the doorbell rang. I looked at the clock.

4:30.

Shit.

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"Brandon help me set the table." I said calmly.

I've been standing with my back to Harry as much as possible, while saying as little to him as possible for the past half hour.

Brandon got up from the counter and grabbed three plates and sets of silverware.

I set the the potatoes and roast on the center turntable.

"I'll get the matches for the candles." Brandon said, going over to the cabinet.

"Okay, there should be a new box on the like the third shelf."

Brandon reached his arm up to the third shelf and felt around for the box. He grabbed it and a bunch of papers and stuff fell.

Harry and I both laughed. God he's got such a cute laugh. Wait, I didn't mean that.

"What's this?" Brandon asked, taking me out of my thoughts. I turned to see what he was holding.

He was holding ultrasound pictures. Oh my god. I forgot I put those there.

"Uhh, those-"

"Something you care to explain?" Brandon pushed on.

Harry walked over and grabbed a picture from Brandon.

"I-" I tried, but failed. I am so embarrassed I can't even talk. He shouldn't have found out like this. Especially not with Harry around.

I took a deep breath, and started again. "I know, I should've told you. I'm sorry I didn't, but I wanted to be with you as long as possible."

"It's not mine is it?" Brandon asked, his eyes glistening.

I couldn't even say it, so instead I shook my head, like the coward I am.

At this point Harry looked up. I literally saw the change in his eyes when it all clicked in his mind.

Brandon noticed our eye contact.

"Wait, is it his?" he said, his voice raising in either rage or surprise. "What the fuck? This-I mean, what?" Brandon stuttered before turning to Harry. "You."

Before I knew what was happening, Brandon shoved Harry. Harry ran into the wall behind him. Harry stood back up and punched Brandon in the jaw.

"Harry!" I yelled.

"He pushed me first." he argued, reminding me of my ten-year-old cousin.

I rolled my eyes at him before turning to Brandon.

"Brandon, I-"

"Go." he said, cutting me off.

"What?"

"Go. Get out. I don't want to see you again."

His eyes were cold.

I turned away so he wouldn't see my tears pour down my face. I grabbed my coat and purse from the front hallway, and followed Harry out the door.

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Sorry about the wait guys. I didn't expect to take this long. I hope you liked it all the same. Love ya!

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