Page 98 of Rockstar Baby
I laughed because she needed me to. And I needed it as well.
The test was quick. Even quicker than I thought. It felt like it should require more than just a stick. But that was really all it was.
“How many minutes?”
I jumped a little. “Were you waiting for the flush, for God’s sake?”
“Sort of. Well, the sink too.”
I shook my head and washed my hands dutifully. I wasn’t sure what to do with the freaking test. I didn’t want to leave any of the trappings in the bathroom for my brother to find. In the end, I just tucked it all in the box and carried the wad out.
“Three minutes.”
I bit my lower lip as we went back into the kitchen. I didn’t know what else to do, so I went to the freezer and took out a pint of peanut butter chocolate swirl. I scooped out two small bowls and set one in front of Kinleigh.
The only sound in the room was spoons lightly tapping along the sides of the bowl. I didn’t even really taste the ice cream. Every second felt like ten minutes until finally Kinleigh’s app chirped.
I set the bowl down and walked around to the end of the counter. I scrubbed my palms down my thighs, then shook my fingers out before grabbing the test.
Sure enough, a big fat plus sign was staring back at me.
I bowed my head and Kinleigh rushed round the counter to me.
“Holy shitballs.”
“Yeah.”
She linked her arm with mine. “I’m going to be the best damn aunt in the freaking world.”
“I know you are.” I tipped my head to touch her shoulder.
I wasn’t sure how long we stood like that, but I do know my ice cream was a melted mess by the time I gathered up the box and test and stuffed them in my bag. I didn’t think shoving them at the bottom of the garbage would be enough to hide the evidence from my brother.
I might have to bring them to the next county.
Kinleigh crossed her arms over her middle as she slumped back into her chair. “So, you want to do a sleep over?”
“Chocolate and wine is off the menu. At least the wine.”
“I’ll drink all the wine for you.”
“You’re all heart.”
“I know.” Her smile was extra bright. “I’ll go findPretty in Pinkon iTunes.”
Things were extra dire if she was pulling out Molly Ringwald and Duckie.
But the movie did take my mind off things. Kinleigh fell asleep on the couch before the credits rolled. I couldn’t settle my brain.
Was Rory my Blane?
Or even worse, was he my Steff? The snarky, damaged guy who could never be the one I deserved even though he was infinitely more interesting than Blane.
And in the end, I should have found a Duckie. The safe guy who would always be by my side and would be thrilled to make a family and a very lovely life.
I struggled out of my favorite comfy chair and padded back into the kitchen for a drink. I stared at my purse and the other test in there. Maybe I was being crazy. Maybe I wasn’t really pregnant.
Maybe it was all a big joke.
