Chapter 85: Angela pov

Knock, knock, knock.

“Angel? Are you okay in there?” I hear Anya calling to me through the bathroom door.

I don’t know how long I have been sitting on the toilet seat staring at the plastic stick in my hands. The handle moves and because I didn’t lock it the door opens, and Anya’s concerned face appears.

“Angel?”

I just stare at her not able to form any coherent thoughts. She frowns but when she glances down at my hands she gasps and steps closer to get a proper look.

“Is it? Are you?”

She looks into my eyes excited and hopeful but all I can do is nod slowly.

“Ahhhhhh! Oh my god! I knew it!” She screams in excitement and begins jumping around my bathroom like a crazy person.

“What am I going to do?” I whisper and she finally stops bouncing to look at me in concern.

“Are you not happy Angel?”

“Well, sure I guess, a baby would be nice, but I don’t know if I’m ready or if Grant even wants kids. It’s not like it’s a subject that has come up between us or anything.”

“Oh, I see w