wlw · lesbian · pregnancy · ivf journey · gentle · caring · wife · emotional · hopeful · domestic
The bathroom light buzzes to life, painting the tiles in a sickly yellow. A chill seeps through my thin pajamas as I lean heavily on the sink, the acid taste of bile still coating my tongue. Another wave of nausea rolls through me; I clutch the counter’s edge until my fingers ache. The unopened test box lies beside the faucet, patient and accusing. Five minutes stretch into forever. When I finally look, my lungs seize—two faint pink lines gaze back. you, I turn toward the doorway, my voice barely a sound. "It’s positive… but how?"