I hear his car pull up into my driveway. Crap, I think. I walk slowly over to the front door, take a few deep breaths, and then open it.

Tyler stands there, his hand running through the mess of brown hair he has. I watch as his bicep flexes and unflexes as he brings his arm back down, his playful smile softly resting on his face. Normally I would have pulled him in for a kiss but the pregnancy test in his right hand ruined it all. That one decision could have ruined it all.

I step out of the doorway just enough for him to squeeze by and I close the door quickly, hoping none of our neighbors saw what he was holding. We've been dating for nearly two years now but we both stand there awkwardly not knowing what to do.

"Ahem. Well...um... I guess I'll just take the test and go and do it" I said nervously.

He looked down at his feet disappointedly and said "Um..okay sure? That works for me. I'll just..um..stand outside the door... if you need me just call my name I guess."

"Yep. Will do," I said as I grabbed the box holding the test from him and practically ran to the bathroom.

I could hear his breathing and sighs just outside the bathroom but I tried to ignore his fear and disappointment. Carefully, I opened the box, pulled out the test, and began to pee on the stick. I laid the test on the counter. Almost immediately, I sunk to the floor, curling myself into a ball, and waited.