The timer goes off, and Lucy and I both share a look.
“Okay, Luce. Ready?”
“Not really.”
“On three. One… Two… Three…”
We both flip the tests over at the same time.
“I’m not pregnant!” Lucy throws her hands in the air, but I barely hear her. “Riley? What’s wrong?”
As I stare at the two pink lines on my test, my world shifts.
“I am.”