Nyrissa stared down at the two pink lines on the fifth stick she had used in the last four hours. The evidence was there and unmistakable.
She was pregnant.
"Oh my god," she breathed out as her knees grew weak.
She stumbled over and flopped down on her toilet, unable to stand up any longer. There was no way that she could deny it any longer. She was going to have Ryan and Quentin's baby.
God, how was she going to tell them?
Nyrissa waited for the sense of doom to course through her, but it wasn't there. She was concerned, yes. But she didn't care if they got upset when she told them. They could kick her and her sister out on the street for all she cared. She would figure something out. Now she had a baby to care for, and she was going to do that. It may be smaller than a peanut,
