olive and spencer had made a deal. annul their little vegas oops, when and only when, the loose ends of that night were tied up all neat and tidy, and the sheer liquid needed for four pregnancy tests made it all and all impossible to baracade the gender neutral bathroom door, and she was distracted by the four tests ranging from the cheepo dollarstore one to the most expensive one money could buy, digital, with its app and own timer on her phone. they were all perched on the sink rim. when the door opened, olive rushed to cover them with a paper towel, knocking them all off of of the counter ledge. very much in view. she let her hands fall to her sides. “hello there doesn’t seem damn appropriate now, does it?”
Hope hadn’t really even considered that the bathroom might be occupied when she waltzed in, texting on her phone. It took her a second to realize that Olive was in here, then a few more seconds to realize the scene she was walking in on. She furrowed her brow, for it was the exact scene she’d been in nearly four years ago -- right down to the same bathroom. “Whoa, deja vu. You sure as fuck come with a lot of surprises, don’t you?” she sighed with a roll of her eyes, pressing her phone into the back pocket of her jeans. “So what’s the verdict? And I’ll try not to mouth off some dumb mom advice because really, girl, I’m running out of speeches for your ass.” Though she did want to give a speech so badly. First, though, she needed to know if this girl was really pregnant or not.
