A little positive sign on it!
Holy crap!
I am going to be pregnant at 17.
I grab the stick and open the door.
Christina is standing just outside looking worried.
I nod and she gets the idea and she embraces me in a reassuring hug.
She takes me back to my apartment and worried faces of the boys greet us.
"She feels much better now but she needs some rest, the nausea medication is helping. Zeke, Uriah gets out! Will, lets go!"
I smile and laugh.
Once a Candor, always a Candor!
On the way out she whispers to me quietly.
"Tell him ok. He will be alright with it."
As soon as the door shuts I fall down on the bed.
My eyes shut and I am fast asleep, I dream of having a baby at 17 and it just doesn't feel right.
I always trust my gut.
SORRY FOR SHORT CHAPTER! JUST KIND OF A FILL IN! XXXX love u all!