Novel & Cerita Bleach Pregnancy Test Positive

A digital pregnancy test kit lay there, its screen still blinking as it processed the response. Elena stood frozen, tightly wringing her fingers as her anxiety climbed to a fever pitch. Bip. The small indicator sound pierced the silence. Elena instantly snatched the device to inspect the reading. PREGNANT (3+) Two sharp, thick red lines were boldly printed across the display.

We got home so fast, and headed straight to her bathroom. Just before we could take out the test, she rushed to the sink and vomited her guts out, for literally no reason. After washing her face, it was pretty clear. “Fuck.” She still took the tests though, up to three. All positive. When we saw it, I held her in my arms tightly. We just stood there, hugging for a couple of minutes, and I tried to console her. She needed to know that it was really okay, although she was now pregnant for a chronic cheat.

No telling if or when it would fall. But for now, the little one was still safe in Anna’s womb. They still had a chance to save it. And that was enough. Words couldn’t express his joy, and then—he started worrying again. What if the doctor was wrong? What if this was just false hope? Plus, hadn’t Anna been using pregnancy test strips daily? Why hadn’t they shown anything? He asked the doctor about this, and she replied, “In very early pregnancy, test strips may not detect it due to low HCG levels in urine. She’s about 30 days in now—it’s possible for the test to still show negative.”

I quickly entered the bathroom and used all the PTs at once. While waiting, I prayed to God hoping these PTs would give me negative results. But minutes later, when I checked all of them, my breathing hitched when I saw the results. All five PTs I used gave me the same result: two red lines. It felt like my world was about to end. Goodness! Is this real? I almost lost my balance as the result slowly sank in. I'm pregnant... "No, no, Symp. These PTs were wrong. The results you saw were incorrect. Calm y-yourself down. P-please, calm down," I kept telling myself as I faced the mirror.

I clicked on the first caption and read. “If two colored lines appear on the test strip, you are pregnant. One line may appear lighter than the other, but they will both be the same thickness. A faint line is more likely to occur when you are testing early and your hCG levels are low.” I read it twice, thinking somehow the text would change, but it didn’t. “I’m pregnant…” I muttered and then sat on the floor, staring at the strips scattered all over the door. “What next?” Obviously, Dennis can’t know. I can’t tell him, not yet, not now. It would affect a lot of things. He could even abandon our plan just to focus on me.

Enzo had just arrived, fury radiating off him in waves, and when he saw us sprinting inside, he followed without a word. We stormed straight into Lisa’s room. The moment I stepped inside, my chest constricted. The air smelled like her—soft, lingering—but muted, like it had been sealed away for the last time. And then I saw it. On the bed lay a small white stick, the faint double line glaring back at me. I froze. For a second, my brain refused to process. A pregnancy test. Positive. “What the hell is this?” Kael muttered, his voice shaky for once.

What if. No, I didn't want to dwell on the possibilities. I needed to check for myself. --- Two lines. The other line is blurry; I could even say that the line is only one. But if I wanted to be true to myself, there are two lines. As a matter of how they did it, it looks blurry; it seems to be as long as there's another line that appears after one dashed line. Then, yes, the result is positive. Positive that I’m pregnant.

I stood there, broom in hand, feeling the world around me blur as my wolf’s voice echoed in my mind. “What? I’m… pregnant?” I could hardly believe it. My hands instinctively moved to my stomach, the weight of the realization settling over me. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I had been careful; I had taken all the precautions. But my wolf wouldn’t lie, and the truth of it sank in with a painful clarity. “All the late symptoms you've been showing leads to that. You're carrying a pup inside you," she confirmed again making me fret.

I stand by the window, the morning light just beginning to filter through the blinds, and tear the envelope open. The report is concise and clinical. A series of numbers and medical jargon. I scan past my own results, still exemplary, as expected, and find hers. hCG Level: < 5 mIU/mL. Result: Negative. The word slams into me with the force of a physical blow. Negative. Not pregnant. Impossible. I read the line again, then a third time, searching for a mistake, a nuance I missed. But the language is clear and unambiguous. Despite the focused intensity I’ve applied to this matter, my seed hasn't taken root. Not yet.

Dr Lebedev’s gloved hands moved in practiced rhythm as he sealed the test kit. Zlata’s breathing was erratic, her expression was no longer that of a woman in control. The smile on her face was long gone. I leaned against the wall with my arms folded, eyes locked on her. “I gave you a chance to walk away with grace and your pride intact. You chose this instead.” Dr Lebedev handed me the results, fresh off his portable reader. One look was enough. Pregnancy: Positive DNA: Not a match. My fingers flexed once around the paper before I lowered it.