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a few weeks after you gave birth was not a possibility. What a sick, sick joke for the universe to play. It's perverse. Mental. Fucked.
    My pulse races so hard that I get dizzy and end up sitting on the floor.
    You think you'd have learned by now, Never. You don't use a condom, you have a baby. God, you're awfully ignorant for someone who's fucked like, a hundred people. Get it together, woman.
    I lean over the toilet and throw up. The stick hits the floor and bounces a few times before coming to rest in the shadows.
    “This is not happening,” I whisper to myself, voice echoing around the porcelain bowl. A second later, Ty bursts in looking worried. When he sees me bent over, he kneels down and touches his hand to my forehead. I'm soaked in sweat, just dripping.
    “Jesus fucking Christ,” he says in his stupid freaking stud way. I knew it. I knew a look from that man could get me pregnant. Screwing him without a condom is just asking trouble. I'm surprised Noah was part of a sextuplet or something. I grip the seat hard and do my best not to think about the way it looked when we first cleaned it out – covered in fucking feces, filled to the brim with cat litter. My stomach roils again. “Are you alright? Should I call an ambulance? I'm calling an ambulance.” Ty stands up and tries to move away, but I grab him around the ankle, my hand pale and slick.
    “No,” I say, and my voice is firm, unwavering. Wouldn't that just be a peach? He calls 911 and asks them to come out because I'm having a panic attack about being pregnant. Ty pauses and squats back down behind me, sticking a cigarette in his mouth. Sometimes, I think he's even worse than me when it comes to smoking.
    “You sure?” he mumbles, his cig dancing around and teases the flame of the lighter he produces in his hands. I'm not, but I don't tell him that. Yet. My hand drops to the tiled floor and fumbles around, searching for the test. Ty watches me, but he doesn't move.
    “Ross,” he warns, but I ignore him, belly muscles clenching tight as I dry heave again. How attractive is this? Like it wasn't bad enough having him see me spread-eagled in stirrups at the hospital. One day, I'm going to run out of sexy tokens, and he's going to look at me and think, What the fuck? Tears start again which kind of just pisses me off. Which makes me cry more. I angry cry the shit out of that toilet and do my best not to scream. Well. Guess that means I'm not crazy. My mood swings are all thanks to Ty's seed. His fertile, fucking seed.
    “I hate you,” I tell to him to which he responds by shrugging and falling back onto his ass. The smell of tobacco mixes with the scent of puke. I slam my hand down and flush the toilet.
    “Let me guess,” he begins, and he's smiling even though it's not funny. Even though the last thing we need is another baby. I can barely handle the one. I start to panic. “Bad smoothie?”
    “This isn't funny, Ty!” I scream as my fingers finally close around the test. I throw it at his face and don't even care that there's pee on it. Serves him right. I slump back against the cabinet and wrap my hands around my head. I don't want to be pregnant again. Being pregnant sucks unless you're Beth Regali. Stupid bitch. Tramping around and 'glowing'. I hate her.
    Ty takes his cig out with his ringed fingers and picks up the test with his other hand. He looks at it for about five minutes before he speaks.
    “Shit.”
    That's all he says.
    “You think?” I whisper, soaking the front of my shirt with liquid. I'm glad it's dark in here, so Ty can't see. I don't want him to see. Above all things, I want him to be happy. I just want to make him happy.
    “This is for sure?” My head snaps up, and I throw him my worst glare. Doesn't phase him a bit. “These things aren't always accurate, right?” I keep staring. He can't see my face, but he can feel me. Ty always knows what I'm thinking. Sometimes it bugs me, feels like he's so deep in my head that my