I can't be pregnant

Leilani

My hands moved gently through the soapy suds as I washed the dishes in the large kitchen sink. I have always found washing dishes at a leisurely pace calming because of this domestic vibe it had.

Ashley found it weird. Who the fuck likes to do dishes? She would exclaim like it was a deadly sin. I let out a small smile at the memory.

It was late afternoon, a Saturday, and Neil, even though he refused to admit it, was tired from the long stressful work week, compounded by the trip he took yesterday and he spent last night taking care of me thinking I was 'sick', so today, I got up, making sure he saw that I was alright and let him rest.

I could not even believe my ears last night when Neil thought my 'sickness' had to do with pregnancy. It hadn’t even crossed my mind that he could think in that direction.

Gosh.

“W-what do you mean p-pregnancy test?” I had stammered, eyes wide. Even though I was only pretending to be sick, hearing someone say I could be pregna