Chapter eighteen

Jessie 

It's my day off and Mollie stayed home not feeling well. It's been six weeks since the wedding and I had her take a pregnancy test. We were waiting for the results, laying in bed. I was resting against the headboard with her head in my lap. I was playing with her hair, waiting for the timer to go off. 

I haven't known her long, but I've never seen her sick. Elliott had already left early for her detective's exam. She finally got the cast off last week and it was her first day back to work. The timer goes off and I pick up the test on the nightstand. A smile forms as a plus sign stares up at me. 

I hold it for Mollie to see and she breaks into uncontrolled sobs. I rub her arm in comfort. She fought with a suspect last week, taking a blow to the stomach. She came home hysterical thinking her chance of getting pregnant was gone.

"Can we take a ride to get it confirmed," she asks in broken sobs. 

"Of course baby," I say