Taking The Test

After emailing everything to the university, I run out of things to avoid taking the test. Everything changes if I'm pregnant. Walking into the bedroom, I sit with it in my hand. Alaric looks at me.

"If you're not, you need to figure out contraception. We need to be safe until you're protected."

All I can do is nod in agreement. I know he means wearing condoms going forward, which sucks. I prefer sex without them, but I am happy with it if it stops me from getting pregnant. My hand stays wrapped around the test.

Moving, he takes it from me and looks at it. "You're not pregnant, Ruby; you can breathe." He chuckles slightly, and my eyes roll. "Anyone would think you didn't want to be tied down to me." He smiles slightly.

"It's not that Alaric; I would be happy if I were pregnant, but it's not ideal. I'm still studying, or I hope anyway. We live four hours away from each other. I'm not comfortable having you support me financially, and people will think I trapped you."

Right now, I need