I stared at it and then stared at the box. This was the fourth one I took. Three out of the four were positive, did that mean it was right? I couldn't do anything but stare at it, and then stare at the box. I had to remind myself to breathe. It wasn't wrong. It was what we had wanted, but it seemed to come far more quickly than I expected.
When he came home, I was standing over the sink by the window. The water was running and I had a sponge in my hand against a plate. But I wasn't washing anything. I couldn't remember how long the water was running, I didn't care. The sound of the door closing and the footsteps following seemed vague, distant.
I dropped the plate and it broke with a loud crash. The footsteps came faster as he rushed in to see what had happened. I grinned, this could be good for us, and I turned around. His confused expression only made my