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Valerie
I’m pretty sure I’d rather run a marathon without training right now than take that damn pregnancy test. Pasha is jumping around the kitchen ever since the courier delivered it to the cottage, urging me to drink water faster so that I’ll pee sooner.
His excitement is contagious until I remember that I’ve had no pregnancy symptoms, and then I feel like I’m setting us both up for disappointment.
“We don’t know if I’m pregnant,” I warn, taking another sip of water. I’ve already grown tired of the weird sparkling mineral water everyone here drinks, so I’ve switched to what I grew up drinking – tap water.
“We’ll know soon,” Pasha replies, his eyes lighting up as I take another sip from my glass. “Do you need more water? Here, let me get you some.”
“I’m not even finished with this one,” I say with a laugh, but he’s already at the sink, topping up my glass. He holds it up to the window above the counter, examining it in the sunlight.
“It’s fine,” I say.
“No, there are things floating in it. You should drink bottled water. I have a whole case right here.” He points toward the six-pack of large green bottles on the floor, never once taking his eyes off the glass in his hand.
“That’s normal, Pasha. I don’t need bottled water. The sink tastes fine.”
He shakes his head. “Need to get a filter or something,” he mutters.
I almost think he’s about to toss the water down the drain, but he finally hands it to me, looking at the glass like it’s poison. “You need to drink the bottled water.”
“You’ve been spoiled,” I reply as I take the glass. “I grew up drinking water from the tap. Hell, we even used to drink it from the garden hose in the summertime, and my sister and I turned out fine.”
“That’s debatable.”
I act like I’m going to throw the water in my glass at Pasha, and he jumps away.
I laugh. “You’re like a cat. Always such an attitude, but the second the water comes out you’re scared.”
He folds his thick arms over his chest. “You’re more like a cat. Claws and all.” He points to my nails. “Most women keepthem flat at the tips. You make yours pointy so you can scratch people.”
“Neither of those things are true,” I reply in a snooty sort of way.
“Yes, they are. Take a look at my back.” He spins around, pulling up his shirt and showing me the faintest little scratches across his muscular back. The only thing that tells me is I should be digging in deeper when he fucks me.
Clearly, I’m not doing enough damage.
“You’re a wimp,” I inform him.
He spins back around with a scowl. “You’rea wimp, actually. When are you going to take that pregnancy test? I know you’ve already had enough water.”
I sigh, knowing he’s not going to stop bugging me until I do it. I stand up, feeling the pressure of three full glasses of water in my bladder. Perhaps that was too much, but I was nervous and drinking water usually calms me down.
“I really have to pee,” I say, crossing my legs.
Pasha’s eyes light up again. “Take the test with you.”
“Duh,” I reply, snatching it off the table and making a break for the bathroom in the hallway. I would go to the bigger one in the bedroom if I thought I’d make it, but I have to go so badly that I doubt I’d get there without leaving a puddle in the hallway.
I slam the bathroom door shut, locking it with both bolts to keep Pasha out. Something tells me he’s going to be hovering outside, waiting for me to return like a puppy. Most of the time it’s cute, but this isn’t one of those instances.
I nearly break the plastic pregnancy test in half as I tear it out of the packaging, flinging the instruction booklet into the toilet by accident.
Fuck it.
I sit down and do my business, placing the pregnancy test on the edge of the sink when I’m done. Pasha’s heavy steps move up and down the hallway. He’s pacing.
