Deep breaths.
Ana closed herself inside my bathroom with the pregnancy tests five minutes ago, and I’m practically vibrating with anxiety while I wait for her to come out. With absolutely zero chill, I pace the hallway, running through various scenarios in my mind while nervous energy swims inside me.
Hobbes, sensing something is up, scratches at the floor near my feet and looks up at me.
“What?” I say, agitated.
He yips out a reply and dances around.
With a sigh, I bend down and lift him with one hand under his belly. Stalking over to the bathroom door, I give it a gentle knock. “Hey, Ana?”
“Be out in a minute.” Her voice is muffled through the door, and I can’t tell if she’s upset, or relieved, or something in between.
“I’m just going to take Hobbes out. Take your time.”
I secure
