Page 61 of Knocked Up by My Dad's Mafia Boss

“Why are you hovering near the door?” Dante asks, tilting his head curiously.

“I want my ice cream.” It’s the only thing I can think of, but it works, because Dante laughs.

Reese steps into the house and his eyes shoot to Dante’s. Thank God the bag he’s holding is opaque.

“You better have gotten fudge mint,” I mutter under my breath, looking in the bag. Sure enough there’s a half gallon of fudge mint ice cream nestled among multiple pregnancy tests.

“Let me take that to the kitchen,” Sofia says, and hurries to put the ice cream up. As she walks into the kitchen, I see her take the ice cream out and stuff the tests into her big purse. I let out a sigh of relief. She’s smart. Thank God she answered my texts, because with just me and Reese, it’d be nothing but panic.

“Go help her,” I say to Reese, because he’s just staring at Dante wide-eyed. Reese exits as quickly as the roadrunner from those old cartoons and Dante looks at me, smiling slightly.

“Feeling better?”

“Much,” I lie. There’s knots in my stomach and I feel like I’m going to vomit.

Reese and Sofia come out of the kitchen. Sofia’s got two bowls of ice cream and Reese has one. He’s already eating his.

“Have fun,” Dante comments as we head back up the stairs. I make it to my room before I can breathe again.

Sofia pulls the bag out of her purse and hands it to me. “I hope you have to pee, because you have to take all of those.”

“I still don’t understand why there’s so many,” Reese mutters.

“Shut up, Reese. This is girl stuff.”

“Then why am I even here?” he whines.

“Because I need the extra moral support,” I say, frowning.

“Plus, you had to get the tests,” Sofia says. “We’re not leaving her alone until we know what our next step is.”

He nods, sitting down on the edge of the bed. I head into the bathroom and manage to take three of the tests before I run out of steam. That’ll be good enough. If all three are negative, then we’re good to go.

I take in a deep breath. “Are you just going to wait the five minutes in there?” Sofia calls through the door.

I walk out, shaking my head. “I put them on the toilet tank. I can’t just stand there and stare at them.”

Reese looks at his watch. “Four minutes.”

It might as well be four years, for how long it feels. We don’t talk. None of us.

Me and Sofia pace around while Reese sits on the bed, looking at his watch. After the four minutes is up, Reese’s watch beeps and I jump, startled by the noise.

“Moment of truth,” Sofia pipes up, and pushes me toward the bathroom door. I stumble, not wanting to go.

“Can’t one of you look?”

“I think you have to do this on your own,” Sofia says sagely.

I squeeze my eyes shut and open them again, taking in a deep breath.It’s going to be okay,I tell myself, and then I walk into the bathroom. I look down at the tests lined up on the tank.

All three of them read the same thing: positive.

My breath hitches in my chest and I just keep staring, as if willing them to change. I look at the instructions on the boxes over and over again, just to be sure I’m not missing something.

I slowly put the boxes down, walking back out into my room. Reese looks up from his phone. Sofia looks at me.

“Oh my God,” she breathes, reading it all over my face. She hugs me tightly and I just lay my head on her shoulder, trying to keep breathing normally.