My eyes followed a pacing Logan, his lip between his teeth, hands running through his hair.

How could we be so stupid?

We had two more minutes left until the results would show— In other words: how would our actions fuck up our future?

"Logan, can you please sit down. You're giving me a headache."

His head snaps in my direction, finally standing still. "Oh, I'm sorry! Am I not call enough for you, Sarah? We're not ready for a fucking kid!" He threw his hands up and let out a rough groan.

"Don't yell at me. In case you hadn't noticed, I would be the one carrying the baby. But you don't see me throwing a hissy fit. We've got one minute left, panicking isn't going to solve anything." His face immediately softened as I spoke.

He let out a sigh and walked back into the bathroom, near my sitting form. He kneeled in front of me, grasping my hands. "Fuck, I'm sorry. I just— I know how your parents are. Mine will be fine, but yours..." he trailed off, kissing the back of my hands.

I cradled his jaw in my hand, rubbing his smooth cheek with my thumb. "Let's just focus on the present, okay?"

I jump slightly at the timer, I turn it off and look at Logan briefly. I keep his hand in mine as I grab the pregnancy test off of the counter.

My breathing stops as I look down at the two lines... positive. Logan looks at it and freezes.

Well, now we know. The question is:

What the hell were we gonna tell our parents?

"You what?!" I hold Nick's hand in mine for comfort as my mother's voice reaches another octave. My mom, her three sisters, my uncle, and my father were gathered around me at the dining table.

At the far end of the table sat my four cousins, they were too busy kicking each other under the table to notice anything going on.

Must be nice.

"I truly don't understand why you would want me to be something that makes me unhappy or with someone that hurts me? What does that say about you as a mother?" I bit my lip, regretting my words because I knew she would snap back with even more cruel words.

"And what the hell would you know about being a mother?" She smacks the table and points a finger at me.

Ah, there it is.

Next to me, Nick is hardly containing himself: clenched jaw, narrowed eyes, hands fisted as he stares at my mother. He opens his mouth to speak on my behalf but I shake my head at him.

"Don't tell her, she doesn't deserve to know." My words make everyone look at me questioningly. Nick nods and sits back, gripping my hand.

"I don't know what's gotten into you but a divorce, Sarah?! Think about how that looks for the family!" My uncle shakes his head and looks at the table, his features identical to my mother's.

I pause for a moment and look at all of them, judging me. "Fuck this family."

Even my little cousins gasp and look up at me as I spoke.

No one says anything for a minute.

"Get out." The words were spoken so low, I almost didn't hear them. Everyone turned to glance at my father who hadn't said anything since I made my announcement.

"Get out of this house, don't come back. Don't think that we'll help you or that I'll send you money when you need it. You hate this family? Well, you won't be apart of it. When you were pregnant the first time, we made a deal. Now it's fuck the family? Just get out, you disappointment." He gets up from the table and walks away from sight.

I blink the tears back and breathe heavily through my nose. I stand up, followed by Nick. I look at my cousins that stare at the very tense adults. "Rose, James, Lyla, and Max, I love you guys. But your parents are terrible people, don't be like them. No matter how hard they push you, don't let this family turn you into something you're not. Being alive isn't the same as living."

With that, I walk out of the house. The place where I grew up, the only home I thought I knew.

Seeing my forlorn face, Nick turns me to him and holds my head in his soft hands. "You have nothing to be upset about, you did what you were supposed to do. You told them what they needed to know— even that was iffy— but you told them and you got your point across. Whether or not they choose to remain a constant in your life isn't your problem.

"You've divorced someone that brought you pain, now you can let the family— that isn't really your family— so you can have peace. Because you deserve it." He kisses my forehead and pulls me to the car.

He opened the door for me, shutting it once I'm settled in. The entire time, I struggle to keep the tears at bay. I wasn't sure I wanna went from crying myself to sleep from the absence of Logan, to crying tears of joy in the arms of Dominick.

He got in the car and held my hand tightly in his, kissing the back of it.

Sighing, he starts up the car before looking at me. "Let's get the hell out of here."

I smile and let out a sigh as well. That's enough excitement for one day.

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