All three tests say the same thing and are laid out on the comforter in a horrific row as we both stand staring at them from beside the bed.

“Fuckity, fuck, fuck.” I am in full panic mode and gawping at the tiny little words in front of us. I don’t have any emotion other than terror right now.

“That’s an understatement.” Arrick is having as much of a hard time with this as me, and I turn to him in complete deflation.

“What are we going to do?” I’m clinging ...