“Well, it’s not going to until you’re the size of a whale,” Rebecca pointed out, because she was just that helpful.

“Bitch,” Melanie said, laughing as she playfully pushed her away.

“Whore,” Rebecca said, sighing heavily as they returned their attention to the locked door.

“Takes one to know one,” Melanie said, grabbing her hand and gave it a squeeze.

“Will you go with me when I visit him in the insane asylum?” she asked.

“No,” Melanie said, shaking her head slowly as she released her hand so that she could push Rebecca towards the door.

“Bitch,” she said, sighing as she reluctantly unlocked the door, knowing that it was for the best if she explained everything to Lucifer before it was too late.

Opening the door, she took a deep breath and-

“Who’s the father?” Lucifer demanded, looking incredibly pissed.

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“I’m sorry. What’s this now?” Rebecca asked, shifting a nervous glance to her partner in crime.

Glaring at Melanie, he repeated himself, “Who’s the father?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Rebecca, always the faithful friend, asked as she came to Melanie’s defense.

He gestured to the walls and reminded them, “Paper thin walls.”

Rebecca shrugged as she pushed past him, or at least tried to, but he wasn’t quite done. “Congratulations,” he said to Melanie, but his eyes were locked on Rebecca.

“Um, thank you?” Melanie said, shifting nervously. “Is there any chance that I can leave?”

“Are you going to tell me who the father is so that I can beat the shit out of him?” he asked, never taking his eyes off Rebecca, who was now glaring at him.

“That’s sweet, but no. I can handle this one on my own,” Melanie said, sighing with relief when he nodded and moved aside so that she could leave. Once she was gone, he stepped inside the bathroom, giving Rebecca no other choice but to step back so that he could close the door behind him and lock it.

“Is there a reason that you’re keeping me hostage in my bathroom or is this part of your nervous breakdown?” she asked with a glare that most likely matched his own.

“It’s most likely part of my nervous breakdown,” he admitted, shifting his attention to the medicine cabinet.

“What exactly are you looking for?” she asked as he searched for the one thing that would return his sanity.

“I’ll let you know when I find it,” he said, shutting the medicine cabinet and shifted his attention to the drawers beneath the sink.

“If you’re looking for antipsychotic medication, you’re out of luck. I crushed the last pill up this morning and sprinkled it on my gluten free Cheerios,” she said, dryly while he struggled to keep it together.

“Smartass,” he said absently as he pushed aside a box of tampons and-

Sighed when he found what he was looking for. Grabbing the pink box, he shut the drawer and forced himself to breathe. Licking his lips, he turned around and held the box out to her.

“I’m going to need you to do this,” he said, holding the pregnancy test out to Rebecca, who cut him some slack and took the test from him without an argument.

“I’m not pregnant,” she said with a helpless shrug.

“Then you won’t mind taking this test,” he said, opening the bathroom door and stepping out into the hallway when all he wanted to do was stay with her, but he knew that she would just kick his ass if he tried that shit.

“I’m not pregnant!” she yelled through the door.

“Take the test, woman!” he yelled back, rubbing his hands down his face as he stood there, trying to figure out how he was going to handle this if that test came back positive.

“Fine!”

“She’s on the pill,” Melanie said as she walked past him, carrying a bag of candy bars with her.

He already knew that, but he needed to make sure that everything was fine. Seeing that pregnancy test in her hand had fucking terrified him, because he wasn’t ready for this. There was no doubt in his mind that he wanted to be with Rebecca and that he would do the right thing if the test came back positive, but a baby?

“It’s going to be negative,” Rebecca said in a singsong voice as she opened the door and strolled towards her bedroom.

He hoped like hell that she was right, because he wasn’t sure that they were ready for a baby. They’d only been together for a few months and he knew that it probably made him an asshole, but he’d been hoping to have more time with her before he had to share her.

Rubbing his hands down his face, he pushed away from the door and walked into the bathroom, deciding that there was no point in putting this off. The closer he got to that white stick on the counter, the heavier his legs felt.

She was on birth control, he reminded himself as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. They were going to have to start using condoms, he decided as he took another deep breath. He opened his eyes and found himself staring at the eight letters flashing on the small screen telling him that he didn’t need to worry about buying condoms anymore.

Chapter 44

“So, what exactly were you trying to achieve by tearing my room apart?” she asked as she looked around at the mess that was her room and really wished that she could blame him for it, but sadly, it seemed as though he’d cleaned up whatever mess he’d caused as he’d torn through her room.

They really needed to discuss the possibility of OCD one day, she thought even as she wondered if she could talk him into organizing the rest of her room. Maybe if she was really nice to him he would-

“It’s positive.”

“What?” she asked absently as she glanced at her messy bed.

“The test,” he said weakly, “It’s positive.”

“That’s not funny,” she said, praying that he was joking, but the problem was that he would never joke about something like this.

“I’m not laughing,” he said softly, standing there, looking completely lost and making her sigh, because he’d obviously read the test wrong.

“You probably just read it wrong,” she pointed out, giving him a reassuring smile as she headed back towards the bathroom, “It’s no big deal.”