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Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, she stared at the plastic stick in her hand. She put her free hand to her mouth gaping in astonishment. Of course it was always a possibility, but she wasn't expecting a positive result quite so soon. Living with a doctor had some advantages.
"Stacy?" Greg asked from the bathroom door. His face held concern, like he was afraid she had hurt herself or was suffering from some mysterious ailment.
Her voice failed her, so she held up the little stick. A soft swallow and a breath of air, then, "It's positive."
For several seconds he stared at her as though he had no idea what she was talking about. Like the object in his hand was as foreign to him as life on Mars. Then he blinked. "It's positive?"
She nodded, blinking back the tears that had begun to well in her eyes. "That's what the test says."
Greg frowned at the little stick, then tossed it into the trash. "Screw that test. Come on we'll get a real one at the hospital."
It was hard for her to tell if he was excited or terrified about this. Hell, she wasn't sure which she was. But she agreed that the real test was the next best step.