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I don’t bother telling him to leave I knoon’t anyway, and besides, I kind of want hihtaway from my problems won’t erase them

I finish, lay the stick on the counter, and wash my hands

Xander wraps his arh ainst the top ofthe side ofinto his shirt I hate that I’ain, but I can’t help it I’m scared to death

“It’s okay,” he whispers “I’ht here”

He is and he always has been He’s ets rough

Minutes pass and finally, he says, “We can look now”

I ease out of his hold and reach for the stick My stoot what you said Is it positive? Xander?” I ra what’s left of my mind

He picks up the directions, reads theative”

I exhale a heavy breath “You’re sure?” He nods and I break out inmy arms in the air, I chant, “Hallelujah, no bun in the oven here” I smack my stomach for emphasis

His lips twitch with laughter and he leans his hip against the counter, crossing his ar on an entertaining show as I dance around

When I finish rab our furbaby and go for a walk to celebrate”

He shakes his head “That’s your idea of a celebration?”

“Well, that and an Oreo McFlurry” I wink

“Of course” He steps away froive the old guy down the street a heart attack if he sees you like this” He nods his head at my black bra

I shrug “Then he shouldn’t be looking Not rab my boobs—which to be honest there isn’t all that