Do you ever have that feeling? One in which you have been vying for, expecting something to happen to no avail? Then out of nowhere the feeling changes causing your assumption to shift because it's telling you your wish has finally come true? Or perhaps the feeling is telling you your deepest fear has been realized?

I feel like I'm losing my mind. I want to become pregnant so badly, but month after month I am let down. So when I woke up today feeling unlike any of the previous days, I wonder why. I think through the list of things going on in my life.

Work has been stressful, but over the past few weeks, Irina and I have come to understand each other. She finally realises I know what she wants. She no longer spells out the specific way she takes her coffee. And she has started to trust my thoughts and opinions. Am I having these feelings because something is about to happen at work?

The fantasy dates have been going smoothly, but tonight I will witness Edward with another man. It was easy last week because I wasn't on the observing end of things, just the physical aspect. Am going to show my true jealous side the moment he starts interacting with another, even though the other person is a man?

Or is this feeling truly about a pregnancy? Could I actually be pregnant? Has our time finally come where we get to tell our friends we are expecting?

Or, are these feelings my intuition telling me something else?

Do I pee on the stick only to be disappointed yet again? And, is there enough hope left in me that it could actually be positive?

Reaching into the closet, I grab my clothes for work. But the feeling lingers. I wish Edward were here so we could talk through my thoughts. He will know the right thing to do.

Edward already left for work an hour ago and I don't want to do anything until I talk to him. He knows the toll the pregnancy drama has taken on me, on us, and we decided last time we would look at the results together. Not because he had to be here, but because I want him here in the event it is negative. I'm not sure I could handle another test telling me I'm not pregnant.

While in the bathroom, I glance under the sink. The test mocks me the moment my eye spots the pink box.

"Fine!" I mumble to myself. After taking the stick out of the foil packaging, I speak to it directly. "I will take you now, but I'll wait until Edward is with me to see the answer."

If anything, we will find out how successful these fantasy dates have been. We won't be together until tonight. So I won't view the results until after our rendezvous.

Tonight...will be interesting.

The last time we were at this bar I had a taste of the lesbian lifestyle. Tanya was awesome, but I will always choose Edward. It's no secret that a young man might want to play out the fantasy involving not one but two beautiful women. But could he reciprocate and enjoy a little male-on-male action?

I want to focus on tonight, and how I will visually experience my man enjoying the companionship of another. But all I can focus on is the stick in my hand. Glancing at it, I sigh then sit on the toilet. Immediately after, I glance at it hoping the answer will show itself. It doesn't. Placing it on the counter, I quickly finish in the bathroom, leave the room and shut the door.

I will not enter the bathroom again!

As I finish getting ready for work, I continue my mantra of not looking at it, which only makes me want to look at it more. But somehow I don't. Are we pregnant? Or, are we not? How will I react to the result, positive or negative? At least Edward will be with me when I find out.

A/N: Are you ready?

Sentence teaser for next chapter: Apparently, there was a certain male patron that seemed interested in us.