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Chapter 804 - 804 The Two Red Line Were Visible



“When you said code red, I didn’t realize the emergency was to purchase a PT strip for you…..” She was still saying when Arianna quickly palmed her mouth and pulled her into her room.

Giving one final look outside in case someone followed her and intended to eavesdrop on their conversation, Arianna shut the door behind her, leaning against it and releasing a deep breath.

Shooting herself forward, Arianna asked her, “Did you get it?”.

“Of course, I got you covered,” Mimi grinned at her friend, opened her purse, and pulled out the whole package that left Arianna dumbfounded.

“I just need one dipstick.” Arianna

facepalmed mentally. She should have known when sending Mimi for this kind of errand. She snatched the package from Mimi, shaking her head in disbelief. What was she going to do with all of these?

However, Mimi said, “I was just trying to ensure the strip is guaranteed. You should know that products fail a lot nowadays. So the plan is if we test one and it gives a negative result, we try it all until it works out. ”

She placed her hands on Arianna’s shoulder and continued, “I have good faith that something would come out of your romping with Marcel this time. Also, Victor and I went to church the other day and I prayed for you – prayed that God will give you lots of children. Would ten kids be enough?”

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It wasn’t until the hint of a smile appeared at the corner of her lips that Arianna realized that her friend was messing with her and she slapped her hand away. Mimi burst into laughter.

“That is not funny,” Arianna said, tearing the package open with a bit of annoyance.

“You are so stiff as a rock, I was trying to loosen you up,” Mimi laughed harder, the look on her friend’s face was so serious.

“Like I believe that,” Arianna picked one of the strips and headed in the direction of the bathroom.

“Are you sure you know how to use that? Do you need my guidance or perhaps I can keep you company!” Mimi offered from the goodness of her heart.

“Keep me company my ass,” Arianna retorted, workout sparing a look at her.

“Just don’t stick it up your ass!” Mimi shouted after her in between laughter and earned the middle finger from Arianna before she walked into the bathroom.

Okay, this was it, Arianna took a deep breath. She first washed her hands and container which she then used to collect her urine sample. She tore the wrapper and dipped the absorbent tip into the urine sample, placing it on a flat surface.

How did Arianna come to this point? Well, after having that ridiculous thought in her head earlier, she decided that she needed to test it out. She can’t just keep on making assumptions. For once in her life, Arianna wanted to face a problem headstrong and then discuss her next course of action. Not that her pregnancy was a “problem”. She and Marcel wanted this for a long time.

Arianna planned to see the result and then share it with Mimi when she came out, but then, she became so anxious that she covered her face and took the strip, deciding it was much better if Mimi broke the news to her instead. Arianna was nervous, and scared, well, more nervous to be precise.

If she doesn’t turn up pregnant this time, not only would she be highly disappointed, but it would also prove the fact that something was wrong with her – or Marcel. Arianna dreaded thinking that way. So she somehow traced her way back to her room to the surprise of her best friend.

“What is it…?” Mimi trailed off when Arianna brought the strip to her face, looking the other way.

“Please help me check it.” Arianna swallowed, her heart pounding loudly through her chest.

Mimi looked at her friend with pity, understanding dawning on her. So she accepted the strip from her and Arianna took a step back, ready to accept her fate.

It was as if she was in some sort of talent show, standing before Mimi, the judge, and waiting for the announcement with anticipation except that I’m this case, she had no competitors. She studied Mimi’s expression as she stared down at the stick and her brows knitted in concentration.

What was she seen? Arianna was so nervous that she didn’t even realize that she wasn’t breathing anymore.

“What is this?” Mimi frowned down at the strip before lifting her face and their gaze connected. She didn’t need her friend to speak, Arianna could tell from her lack of zeal that it was an epic failure. She failed to get pregnant.

A cold chill washed over Arianna and it felt like darkness washed over her. Her face fell and her eyes prickled with unshed tears. She tried her best, you know?

It wasn’t until a pair of feet appeared in her vision that Arianna realized Mimi was in front of her and she lifted her head, a tear sliding down her cheek.

Mimi took her hand and placed the strip in her palm saying, “Congratulations Arianna, I don’t think that you need another strip.”

“W-what,” She choked, her brows drawing together in confusion. And that was when Arianna glanced down and saw the two blaring lines.

Dear God!

Her heart nearly burst out of her chest.

A small gasp left her lips before Arianna screamed, cupping her mouth with her hands at the last minute and the strip fell to the ground.

“Congratulations bestie and welcome to the pregnancy league,” Mimi pulled her into a hug and Arianna laid her head on her shoulder and couldn’t stop the tears from falling.

She finally did it?

It honestly seemed surreal to her and Arianna had to break out of Mimi’s arms to pick the strip from the floor and stared at it once again. Tears blurred her vision but the two red lines were visible. Nothing was wrong with her, nor Marcel.

At that moment, Arianna didn’t care about Natalie’s threat or the fact she probably disappointed her. All that mattered to her was relishing this beautiful moment. She slipped her hand beneath her shirt and rubbed her flat stomach.

She was pregnant… at last!

A child was growing inside of her.

A child with Marcel.

Their child.

And this was just the beginning of their family.


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