"Stop it," she scolded herself, when the questions and possibilities repeated themselves for the fourth time, while she waited for the test kit to display its findings. "You could just have the flu. Why borrow trouble?"
A sob escaped her throat. How many times had her foster mother given her that same bit of advice?
She checked the clock. Twelve minutes past the time the results should have been ready. Did the results vanish if she waited too long? Knuckling the tears from her eyes, she got up and went into the bathroom to look at the plastic wand.
She was going to be a mother.
"Don't be stupid," she whispered, as her thoughts flashed back to discussions in youth group and health education classes. Nikki felt almost sick, thinking how simple everything had seemed back then, and how self-righteous and sure she had been. Everything was black and white, just a few short years ago.One thing she did know. She wasn't going to be a mother, she was a mother, right now. No matter how much of her beliefs she ignored for Brock, she couldn't ignore the deep-seated belief that a living being with an eternal soul grew in her womb.