A/N: Another short one with Emma and Angel.
P.s. Contrary to popular belief, I still don't own anything but a little baby in Emma's tummy.
Lots of lines
Angel had opened the box and laid three little pregnancy test sticks on Emma's bed. "Okay, so you just gotta pee on these suckers, and with figure what's going on in that tummy of yours." Angel smiled with anticipation. Emma Sighed.
Nine minutes and two water bottles later…
"Ugggghhhhh… when are the answers gonna so up on these things! ¡Tanto Tiempo!" She complained.
"Give them another moment…" Emma said, trying not to show how nervous she was.
"¡Mira! Two, four, six! Six! We got six lines!" she cheered. "What does that mean?" She asked smiling, it was clear what she wanted it to mean.
Emma picked the box up. And practically lost her breathe.
"Positive!"
It was funny how much a few little lines change Emma's entire life…