Rush wasn't the word. Her stomach was so upset, she walked quickly and ended up throwing up in the sink. Ugh, what a horrible feeling and taste! Dinner was good, but not that good that she had any inclinations on tasting it again. The last thing on her mind was pregnancy, mainly because she didn't want to believe it was true. Their home wasn't right for a damn baby right now. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, she looked in the mirror and sighed heavily. Please, just let it be the stomach flu, she prayed softly.
Going back into the bedroom, she looked at him. "Where did you go?" Then her eyes met the bag, and she got mad all over again. "Oh, god. No. Don't tell me you fucking bought a damn test." Years of being with him and living with him had taught her one thing -- never be sick in front of him. The damn healer in him always had him worrying.
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