~Sienna~

Oh no.

This can’t be happening.

Hot tears dot my eyes and drop on the plastic kit in my hands. My heart sinks and keeps sinking, I don’t even understand how my legs still hold my weight.

I wish I’m seeing things and this result in my hand is just a figment of my brain and when I look again it’s not going to be the same, but it remains.

Positive.

Two unblinking parallel lines.

No, no, no.

There has to be a mistake, there’s no way this damn thing is real.

Pregnant?

How ...