Home Pregnancy Test

She felt out of place at the Chemist's. Buying a home pregnancy test. For somebody else. So this is how it's going to be, she thought. Well at least I'm spared the agony, the deceit. If I can't do what I want in the open, why attempt to do it in secret? I want to be ready to face up to my parents if the condom broke and one little bugger got through and I did get pregnant. Well at least I know all there is to know. I wouldn't do stupid things like relying on the morning after pill. Who knows what it does, or worse, what it doesn't do. How are other girls so stupid, she thought. How come I know so many, many, many girls who have got pregnant? Or at least sent me off to buy the test while they hyperventilated at home.

Anyway I have a really cool boyfriend. He doesn't ask for it like the other guys. He's cool, he'll wait. We'll wait till we're ready.

She stepped into the house, wiping her feet on the mat as the folks left; they're late for dinner anyway, why bother rushing?

The phone rang,
Hello? she asked.

"So they've left, huh?"
"Hmm. Just."
"Cool. I'll be two minutes."
"Hmm."
"You cool with it, right?"
"Ya. Sure. Aa jaao."
"Got the stuff?"

She craned her neck to peek into the living room.

"Ya, Daddy's got extra Red Label this time, it's cool."
"Cool, see you."

Click.