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“I need a pregnancy test.”
The car swerves to the right, and the tires squeal on the road, the rubber burning, and the scent travels through the vents. When he has it under control, he looks from the road to me, then back to the road.
I grip the plastic handle above me because someone can never be too safe.
“Seriously? I’m going to be an uncle?”
“I don’t know. I’m only a few days late, maybe a week….” I bite my lip, trying to think back to when I had it last, and I honestly can’t remember.
So many things have happened since.
“Wow, and Adrian doesn’t know?”
“No. I didn’t even think of it until I was in the kitchen. It makes sense—”
“—Hell yeah, it does. You guys are not exactly quiet,” he chuckles.
My cheeks flush. “Otello.”
“It’s fine. I don’t care. I’m glad to see my brother happy. He hasn’t been since…” he stops himself like Adrian does. “Well, he hasn’t been in a while.”
What are they hiding?
He pulls into the parking lot of the twenty-four-hour convenience store, the closest store to the house. He opens the door, and I grab his arm. “Can I go in alone? I’ll just be inside. I’d rather not have you next to me while I pick up a pregnancy test.”
Otello taps his fingers against the steering wheel. “Okay. But be quick. Okay?”
“Yeah, definitely. Give me five minutes.”
“Three. And I’m coming in.”
“Deal.” I smile at him, then climb out of the car, and rush inside.
The tile is streaked with brown, dirty from years of traffic. The lights flicker above me and the man behind the counter straightens when he sees me, narrowing his eyes.
I give him a tight smile and read the signs above each aisle to search for what I’m looking for. When I do, I rush to the feminine products and grab a digital test because I do not want to question lines right now.
The light flickers again, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I look over my shoulder to see the man behind the counter on the phone, not bothering me, but something doesn’t feel right.
“Just nerves,” I say to myself, holding the pregnancy test in my hand.
My shoes squeak against the tile floors, and sweat beads along my brows as the lights continue to flicker. I pass the shampoo and conditioner, razors, and condoms.
We should have used those, but I bet Adrian wouldn’t have even wanted to listen to that request.
“That all?” he says, scanning the test.
“Yep. That’s it.” I hand over Otello’s card, and his brows raise for a second, but he doesn’t say anything as he swipes the card. He hands it back over, and he blows a bubble with the gum he’s chewing. “Do you have a bathroom?” I shouldn’t take it here, but my nerves are holding my soul hostage, and if I don’t find out right now, I think I might die of an anxiety attack.
He points behind me. “To the left.”
“Thanks.” I swallow, holding the test to my chest, and I practically run to the back left, swing the bathroom door open, lock it, and push down my leggings.
Covering the seat with a protector, I sit down and tear the box open as if I’m a savage. My heart races, and I just know I’m pregnant. I feel it.
I pop off the cap and do what I need to do.
Pressing the cap on again, I slide it back into the box, flush and wash my hands, then walk quickly from the bathroom through the store. I feel the sales associate’s eyes on me, and I don’t look his way.
