Chapter 4

Wendy's whole world flipped when she saw the small, white stick in Lucy's hand. As Lucy started to speak again, rephrasing her question this time, Wendy crashed back into reality. "Wendy, why do you have this?"

Wendy's mind went through the millions of responses she could give in the course of a minute, but only a few really stood out to her.

Try and play dumb

Deny it's hers and stall

Come clean

There were so many things she could do, so she decided to…

"It's none of your business, Lucy!" Wendy snapped.

She decided to be angry and act like a smart-ass instead. Wendy walked over and sat down on the couch beside Lucy.

Lucy bit her lip and stared at Wendy; this wasn't like her at all. "Wendy, you are going to wake Nashi. Please be quiet! Now, I will ask again: why do you have a pregnancy test?"

Wendy ignored her question. "Where did you even find that?"

Lucy contemplated not answering but figured if she wanted the truth, she would speak the truth. "It fell out of your pocket when you left for the bathroom earlier."

Wendy mentally kicked herself; she knew she was in trouble, but there was no getting out of it now.

Tired of jumping around the topic, Lucy looked at Wendy and asked firmly, "This is the last time I'm asking, Wendy. Why was this in your pocket?"

Wendy sighed.

Wendy decided to be purposely vague so that she could stall this conversation as long as possible. Maybe she could devise an escape plan at that time.

"Because I put it there," Wendy said, her heartbeat vibrating in her chest painfully.

Lucy sighed. This wasn't going anywhere, and the more Wendy avoided the topic, the more she feared her assumptions were right. "I assumed that, Wendy. What I want to know is why you had a pregnancy test in your pocket and whose test is it?"

Now Lucy had backed Wendy into a corner. Wendy was scared. How would Lucy react? Would she tell Natsu or Romeo?

Wendy knew she had to come clean now, no matter how Lucy reacted. She didn't look at her sister-in-law as she began to speak. Suddenly, her stomach started doing somersaults, causing Wendy to swallow harshly and run to the nearest trash can, which happened to be next to the kitchen doorway. She would've run to the bathroom if not for the stairs.

Wendy knelt and started vomiting her dinner into the garbage can. This wasn't the first time Wendy had been sick in the last 2 weeks, and it happened frequently enough that she'd had practice at hiding it.

This time, though, she was caught; there was no hiding the truth now.