378 Result!

(Winona)

I stare at the test, my whole world narrowed down to that tiny, plastic window.

I’ve always been sure this would be negative. There’s no need to feel disappointed or upset. It is what it is. The chances of me actually being pregnant, after already having one impossible pregnancy, is a drop in the ocean.

Negative is what I knew would happen. Negative is exactly what I need. So much less complicated. I stare inside that plastic window and there’s no mistaking the result.

Two lines.

Bold.

Clear.

Positive.

The room falls away. All the air leaves my lungs. I clutch my chest and try to suck oxygen in, but I can’t breathe.

I’m pregnant.

I press my other hand to my stomach, half-expecting to feel something—a heartbeat, a flutter, any sign that this is real. But, of course, it’s just me and the stillness of my own pulse, thudding beneath my palm.

My racing pulse fills my ears. My heart is thumping. This is really impossible. My chest is about to cave in, I swear.

The air suddenly