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  • Sat upstairs on our bed cross legged facing each other, above the sitting room alive with the buzz of our family running around, chatting and arguing about who's turn it was to vacuum, he dips the little stick into the mouthwash bottle I found a new use for. For once I let him do it because I knew it would be same as all the previous ones.

    A few moments pass, I look out the window and let my imagination run wild.
    My suspicions are confirmed when he looks at the tiny piece of plastic in his hand and sighs
    "It's negative".

    Identical thoughts run through our minds, recently married and still living with his parents now was not the right time. Uncrossing my legs I make a beeline for the washing pile, time to go about my day nothings changed.

    He clears his throat "Two lines means negative right?" He already knows the answer, I stare at him.
    His features change as it registers
    Tears stream down his face; his eyes look at me in the same way they looked at me as I walked down the aisle to him.

    Going about my day normally is impossible, everything's changed, in love is always the right time.
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