She didn't look particularly different. Maybe a little tired. But she'd been working her butt off with the Boot Camp groups, and Ace had been too busy dealing with a backlog of ranching stuff to help much. Her eyes dropped back to the test stick. It had only been seven days since she'd been such a fool. Maybe if she did the test twice?A few minutes later, she got the same result. Pregnant. She was pregnant. Knocked up. In the family way. Got a bun in the oven. Going to have a baby.She'd been stupid and grossly irresponsible. Her family would be so disappointed in her.Of course, this early in the process, the test could still be wrong. The box said it was only about 60% effective. But, if you thought about the way the test worked, testing for the presence of a particular hormone, it seemed unlikely that the test would give a false positive. False negative, yes, but false positive was much less likely.So…now what was she to do?She looked up in the mirror again and saw tears streaming down her face.
