The instructions said to wait three minutes. I didn’t even make it to one.
Two bright pink lines appeared almost instantly.
I stared at them. Then I blinked. Then I picked up the test and turned it sideways like maybe the angle was wrong.
Still two lines.
My knees gave out, and I sat down on the cool tile floor.
For a second, I laughed. Then I cried. Then I laughed again.
“Okay,” I whispered. “Okay, this has to be wrong.”
The next morning, I scheduled an appointment with Dr. Patel. He looked just as surprised as I felt.
“We’ll run another test,” he said.
Blood work confirmed it. Pregnant.
But the real shock came during the ultrasound.
The room was dim and quiet. The only light came from the monitor beside the exam table. Dr. Patel moved the wand across my stomach slowly. Then he stopped. He leaned closer to the screen.
“Well,” he said.
I immediately sat up a little. “What?”
He turned the monitor toward me.
Two tiny shapes flickered against the dark background. Two little pulses. Fast. Steady.
Dr. Patel smiled.
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