I lift the white stick and stare.
“Wait, is it one line or two lines?Which one means positive?”I glance at Courtney.
She sighs, leaning her hip against the counter as if I’m a pain in her ass.“One line, Zander.It’s negative.”
I glance back at the test and then back at her.
No, it’s fucking not.
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HE SHOULD BE leaving.He should be dropping it on the counter, thanking me for my time, and leaving.
Why isn’t he?
Why does....
“Are you sure?”Zander swallows; his face turning red.
“Yes, I’m sure.”I round the marble island and snap it out of his hand.“Look, it’s—”
Oh, my God..
“This is wrong.”I snap, my voice pitchy.“No, this is wrong.”
“It’s not wrong.I knew it.You’re fucking pregnant,” he yells.
“No, I’m not!”I yell back, then run out into the living room.
“Where are you going?”Zander follows.
“To get my purse.I’m going to the store to get another one.”Snapping up my wallet, I run to the elevator and punch the button several times.
“Stop.”Zander continues to follow me and stands between me and the door.
“Get out of the way.I need to take another test.This isn’t possible.”I push his chest.
“Of course it is.My sperm is powerful.We fucked like a dozen times.”
“Oh, my God.You’re making this about your sperm, you damn narcissist.”I shake my head, feeling dizzy.“Unbelievable.”
I can’t believe at a time like this, Zander thinks he needs to point out he has great sperm.To point out thathewas right.
He isn’t right.It’s impossible.Trust him to get a faulty test.Now I have to go through this all over again.
“Don’t be so surprised.I’m a man in my prime.You’re acting like you’re a menopausal woman, and this is biologically impossible.”Zander grabs my hips.
“Don’t touch me.”I slap at him, and his hands fall away.
Tears fill my eyes, but I turn away.I can’t believe life is messing with me like this.Zander should be striding down the block, relieved right now.
Tell him.
No.
