Me and Mark sitting on the couch, time's gone by and I somehow feel different. Mood swings pick up and I become even more sensitive, my stomach not agreeing with me lately.
"You think it's time?" I ask Mark, glancing down at my stomach.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I groan, thinking over how moody Selena has been this past week, and nod, "It better be. That's the only thing worth putting up with getting a cake shoved in my face because it wasn't the right blend of chocolate..."
I shudder and shake my head, kissing her temple.
"I love you though..."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I narrow my eyes at him before standing, "Fine," I mutter before walking into the bathroom. I do the test and have to wait a couple minutes, the red line on the test more seeable then before. I turn the test around and take a deep breath before reading the words on the tab. Pregnant.
Trying not to scream, I try to figure out how to tell him. I can't just tell him. It's no fun that way. Just tell him you didn't do the test and just fixed you're hair or something. Tell him the fun way.
I throw the test away before walking back out to him, plopping beside him but not showing any signs of exitement or sorrow.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I narrow my eyes at him, "You're so unfair," I cross my arms, "But...I texted Vanessa and I need to go meet her downstairs to pick something up. Be right back," I say, standing and sprinting out to pick the stuff up.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I sigh, getting down there, and Vanessa's holding a back of the stuff. I take it, glancing inside. Teddy bear, check. I <3 daddy ribbon, check. Tape, check.
I smile and nod at her in a thanks before running back upstairs. I wrap the ribbon around the bear before tying it. I but it back in the bag and when I walk into the room, I look at Mark, "I gotta go to the bathroom. Be right out," I say, walking in the bathroom and taking the test I did, and tucking it in the ribbon. Yes. He's gonna love this.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
When your heart gets pierced with arrows, don't rip them out and pierce those around you in retribution for your hurt. You'll only unnecessarily wound others and bleed to death yourself. — LadyMysterio