Chapter ElevenJenna
My pregnancy test appointment crawls closer. I itch with curiosity and anticipation, but I force myself to be patient and wait out the two weeks instead of raiding the corner drugstore for pee sticks.
I didn’t plan on contacting Emmett until I knew whether I needed another dose of sperm, but some combination of restlessness and horniness compels me to text him a few days after our last “meeting.” Before I know it, we’re texting every few days, although usually just to complain about work.
At home one night, I’m alternating browsing baby supplies online, trying not to eat a second bowl of butter pecan ice cream, and talking to Emmett. I’ve been in a shitty mood all week, and work today only made it worse. Luckily, Emmett understands. His company is apparently going th
