“Have you never had to buy a prego test before?” Erin chimes in, and I didn’t even realize she was behind us.
“No,” Sophie, Maddie, and I all respond at once. Having a baby before being married was always out of the question. Our parents would lose their damn minds and disown us. It’s why I could never tell them Brandon and I lived together. I love them and want their approval so bad that lying was a better option.
“The pink lines are better,” she suggests. “They give better readings.”
“Fine.” I grab a box that says 99.99% accurate and has two tests inside. “Happy now?” I make a show of tossing it into the cart and walking away. That’s gonna be a waste of ten bucks.
Less than an hour later, we’re back at the apartment, and I only got enough food for the week. I didn’t have time to ask
