Four Standalone Secret Pregnancy Romances

Chapter One

BELLA

Present Day

Two lines mean pregnant. One line means not.

Two lines. Pregnant.

One line. Not.

I sit on the edge of the tub in the bathroom with the door locked.

My head is down as I stare at the tiled floor.

There are thirty-four tiles. One is cracked.

The grout is dirty. I should buy better cleaning supplies.

The test said three minutes. It’s probably been closer to ten, but I can’t look.

Will the test still be accurate if I don’t look right away?

Maybe I should take another one just in case.

Two lines and my life changes.

One line and nothing changes.

“Bella, you’ve been in there forever. Are we still going to dinner? The shower isn’t even running. Gina is going to be here any minute.” When I don’t respond, Tristan knocks on the door again. “Bella!”

“I’ll be out in a minute,” I yell through the door, praying he can’t hear the tremble in my voice. If he knows I’m freaking out, he will without a doubt force his way in here to find out what’s going on, and right now, Tristan is probably the last person I want knowing what’s going on.

Taking a deep breath, I stand and walk slowly toward the counter silently praying for one line—as if praying now is going to make a difference—if I pray right this second, the results will miraculously change in my favor.

The second line will just disappear and all will be right with the world.

Maybe I don’t need a miracle. Maybe there’s only one line.

Maybe I’m freaking out over nothing. I swear to God if there’s only one line, I’m getting on birth control today.

Not that I’ll need it, because if I’m not pregnant, I’m never having sex again.

Okay, maybe not never again, but not anytime in the near future.

Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath to calm my nerves. After holding it in for a few seconds, I let out a slow exhale. Nope, doesn’t work, I’m still freaking out. I open my eyes and stare at the test.