The Test
"Damn it." Jack sighed. He had knocked his shaving cream can off the bathroom counter. It, of course, couldn't miss the trashcan on the floor. No, it had to hit the rim and tip it, sending its contents spilling out.
Jack leaned down and began putting the trash back. It's only toilet paper rolls and the wipes Claire uses to take the makeup off. It could have been much worse. Thank God Claire wasn't on her-
His mind stopped moving as did his hand. A pregnancy test was lying in front of him, face down. He slowly picked up the test, afraid that it would disappear if he moved too fast. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he turned it around.
A blue line stared back at him.
Oh my God.