Deep breath.
I opened the drawer and pulled the test out. My eyes were screwed shut. Aw, hell. Where were my lady balls?
Mind you, if I had balls, I wouldn’t be staring at a stick covered in my urine.
'Okay. Shit. Time to look.'
I opened my eyes and looked at that motherfucking hourglass, which was flipping itself up and down, up and down.
“You bitch,” I hissed.
That had to had been three minutes! If not, it was sure as shit the longest two of my life.
“Change. Change.” I chanted, over and over, staring at the tiny screen. “Change you ooooh shit. Oh. Shit.”
Pregnant. 3+.
I dropped the stick like it was giving me herpes.
No no no no no no fucking no!
I had the implant. How was this possible? I didn’t actually think I would be.
Shit.
There was a person inside me.
