At first, relief flooded her when he offered to help, but of course, he had to keep talking, and anxiety washed over her again. Not knowing was worse than knowing, of that she was certain, but she could admit to herself that she was terrified the tests would be positive. Her cycle had always been incredibly regular, so to be over a week late was highly suspicious.
And it didn't help that she was certain he'd be excited if she were pregnant. What would she do?
"Fuck," she groaned under her breath. She passed their plates off to him, then turned and went to get the tests out of the bag he'd brought, taking both the muggle and magical tests into the bathroom with her without a word to him. Just get it over with, she told herself. She would feel better once she knew for sure and could make a plan.
As soon as she finished the process for the muggle test and stared at the little window on it, she nearly cried out at how quickly and darkly the two pink lines filled in. That seemed pretty bloody conclusive. Still, just to be thorough, she did the magical test as well. When she came out of the bathroom, her eyes were rimmed red, and she looked at him, thin arms wrapped around herself. "There's no doubt. I'm pregnant," she told him, the last word sticking in her throat though she still forced it out.