Teaser Tuesday

This is more of a lighthearted scene from A Little Too Late where Lillian finds out she is pregnant. It was written last night so it's first draft quality.


I panicked. I didn’t know what to do. I realized I was probably pregnant so I did the only thing I could think of -- I got on the net.

I searched for signs of pregnancy and clicked them of in my mind, like a checklist. Nausea, check. Tiredness, check. Irritability, check. Mood swings, check. I can still hear the conversation when I called my friend.

“Cassie, I need your help,” I said over the phone.

“Whatcha need?” she asked.

Cassie became my friend in second grade at the same time Sanjay did.

“I need you to buy me a pregnancy test,” I whispered as tears began to fall.

Silence.

More silence.

“Oh shit,” she said, “I’ll be there soon.”

Cassie was at my house in less than thirty minutes with a little brown bag.

“I bought three of them,” she said and I looked at her like she was crazy. “You know, in case you screw one up.”

I took the bag and took out one of the tests. My fingers shook as I carefully read the instructions, several times. Cassie snatched it from me.

“How hard can it be? You just pee on the thing.” She turned the stick, looking at it, then threw it at me.

I went into the bathroom and attempted to pee on it. Instead I peed all over it, including the little window. I put it on the side of the tub thinking how gross it was with my pee on it and watched as the lines appeared. I looked at the instructions. It indicated I was pregnant.

“Give me another one,” I yelled at the closed door.

Cassie poked her head in. “Something wrong with that one?”

“I peed all over it, maybe I messed it up.”

She came in with the test. “Come on, we’ll do it together.”

“What? Are you going to pee on it too, or hold my hand?”

“No, smart ass. I’ll watch and make sure it’s done right.”

I managed to squeeze out enough pee to wet the stick.

“Think it’s enough?” I asked.

“How should I know?” she asked taking the stick from me with a handful of toilet paper. “You’re supposed to hold it steady for two minutes.”

I almost laughed at the sight of Cassie holding the stick in her hand. She was very careful to make sure the toilet paper protected her from touching the stick.

“Are you timing?” she asked looking from the stick to me. “I’m not going to stand here all day and hold this stick.”

I looked at my watch and waited as the two minutes clicked by.

“You’re pregnant,” she said. “You failed two tests. Wanna try the third?”

I slid to the floor. “No,” I said.