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Heather's POV:

I stared at a smiling Shirley in total confusion.

"This is not funny, Shirley. Why did you bring me this. And stop laughing."

She smiled.

"Sweetheart, I don't want to say or assume anything. But please, make a test."

I stared at her and goosebumps took over my skin.

"You think I'm pregnant?" I dared to ask.

"I didn't say anything. But are you?" she smirked.

My heartbeat increased.

"No!"

"What makes you say so?"

"Shirley, stop scaring me. I'm about to get angry. Please, take that thing and go away," I turned and backed her, holding myself.

"Don't be angry, Heather. It's wise for you to...