Hello everyone! So I decided to try my hand at a Chrashley fic because honestly who doesn't ship them? Haha. Anyways, enjoy!
Something was wrong. Ashley could sense it.
It's not like she hadn't been late before, but this time was different. What about the sudden lack of appetite, or the waves of nausea she felt every morning? The questions just kept coming, relentlessly.
Her eyebrows knitted together and she drummed her fingers on the desk in frustration. They had been so careful in the bedroom. She always forced him to use protection for fear of anything happening. Except now it had. Ashley sighed and rose from her chair. Time to go out and get some supplies.
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Ashley returned from the store with a little box of destiny in her bag. She emptied the contents of the box and followed all the directions it gave her. It told her to wait a few minutes after taking the test. She sat on the edge of the bath and tapped her foot impatiently, a nervous tic she had developed at a younger age.
Soon it was time. She picked up the little stick tentatively, as if it were made of glass, and almost dropped dead in shock as she read the result. It must be a mistake! She rubbed her bleary eyes and checked again. There had been no mistake. The reading was correct.
Positive.