NICOLE

I stare at the pregnancy test and my stomach churns all over again. Only this time, I have nothing else to vomit.

Positive.

I drop the test to the floor and sit on the edge of my bed. My mouth is agape and shock washes over me. Dammit, how can I be pregnant?

I mean, then again, how can't I be pregnant?

For the most part, Roman and I used protection. But there was this one time we didn't, and I guess that was enough to knock me up.

Fuck. This is just what I needed.

A baby.

I can't ...