Getting the Axe - Nikki Mays Page 0,60

wall. I will never be admitting any of this to anyone else…ever. “What the hell are you doing? You scared years off of my life!” I gasp as I try to get my heart rate under control again.

He’s giving me a half-amused, and half confused look. Any other time, I would think that he looks adorable. But this moment, right now, yeah, not so much. “Coming in with you.” He states like I’m stupid as he grabs my elbow and helps me the rest of the way into our bathroom.

The bright light gets me to come back to my senses and I try to push him away. “What are you doing?” He looks down with a small smirk since I haven’t even moved him a millimeter.

“You are going back outside.” I try to shove him out the door again to no avail. The stupid huge wall of muscle.

He snorts and shakes his head. “That’s not happening. I’m going to be here every step of the way.”

I place my hand on my hips and tap my right foot furiously. “You are not staying here while I pee on a stick, Noah. There is no way that’s going to happen.”

“Why not?” The big dope questions.

“Why not?” I ask incredulously as my eyes get as big as saucers. “Because I’m going to be peeing on a stick! That is something that you do in private.” I huff at the pain in my butt. Seriously, how does he not seem to get that this isn’t a two-person activity?

He leans his right shoulder against the door frame while tucking his arms into his chest and crosses one ankle over the other. He looks way too relaxed considering the conversation that we’re having. “Trust me, honey, I’ve been all up in your private area.” I can feel my face turning bright red. “No need to be shy now.”

“That, that is completely different!” I’m proud that I only stutter slightly with how flustered as I am right now. “I do not want you or anyone else in here while I do this.”

“I’m not leaving.” The stubborn mule says.

“Noah,” I growl out, pretty impressively honestly.

“Elle.” He mock-growls at me, only fanning the flames of my anger even more.

I play my Ace in the hole. “I will walk outside right now and tell your mother that I refuse to take this test because of you.” His eyes narrow and his cheek is doing that twitching thing. “Do you really want to have to deal with her? Because right now, I’m all for siccing her on you.”

For a brief, terrifying moment, I think that he’s going to call my bluff and stay in the bathroom. But luckily, he gives me a dirty look before he growls. “I’ll be right outside this door.” He points to it like it isn’t the only door in here. “Make sure that you come out as soon as you’re down and we’ll wait for the results together.”

I give him a small smile. “I promise. I won’t do this without you. But I really don’t want to pee on a stick in front of you.”

His lips twitch. “Fine, I go wait on the bed.” He says before walking out and closing the door behind him.

“That bed is probably what got us into this mess,” I grumble to myself as I go about taking this tiny life-changing test.

A few minutes later and I’m just washing and drying my hands. I look into the mirror and take a few deep breaths. No need for Noah to know exactly how terrified I am right now.

Would I be upset if I am pregnant? No, not exactly anyway. I’ve always wanted to have kids despite having the world’s crappiest parents. I always figured that I would do everything that I had wished that they would do for me. I’ll make sure that my kids always know how much I love and value them. How unique, special, intelligent, and capable they are. I’ll make sure to tell them that every day.

But I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t worried about my relationship with Noah. We’ve only been together for a short time. I don’t want him to think that I didn't do this on purpose to make sure that he can’t leave me. I would never want that type of relationship. And worse, what if he says that he doesn’t want to have a baby? There is absolutely no way that I would ever give it up. And I