Cristine sat on the edge of her bed, gripping the small pregnancy test kit in her hands. The anticipation in the air was thick, her fingers trembling slightly as she stared at the test. Andrei stood nearby, his face a mask of calm, though Cristine sensed a hint of impatience hidden in his otherwise impassive expression.
They waited together in silence, the seconds ticking by with an almost painful slowness. Every passing heartbeat seemed amplified as they both stared at the tiny window on the test. Finally, the faint indicator line appeared—and with it, the stark reality: a single line. Negative.
Cristine felt the air leave her lungs, disappointment washing over her in waves. She had prepared herself for the possibility, but a part of her had clung to the hope that their first attempt wo
