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Test (I)

Audra had grown used to chaos. Her life, of late, had unraveled into knots of emotion: panic attacks, sleepless nights, the kind of slow-burning anxiety that clung to her like fog. But none of that prepared her for this.

Two blue lines.
Pregnant.

She blinked. Once. Twice. As if the result would vanish if she simply stared long enough.

It didn't.

She repeated the test. Then again. Then once more, as if sheer disbelief might change the outcome.

It didn't.

Each result hit her like a jolt of electricity - sharp, undeniable, real.

And now she had to tell Blake.

It took more courage than she liked to admit just to pick up the phone and call Blake, the man whose lips had met hers on that drunken, reckless, disastrously vulnerable night. The night that followed too many arguments, too many blurred emotions, and not nearly enough protection.

She didn't know what to say. Didn't know what they were supposed to do. Because the truth was simple and brutal, neither of them was ready. She wasn't "mom material". He was nowhere close to "dad material", too. Not now. Maybe not ever. They were two people teetering on the edge of chaos, barely holding their own lives together, much less capable of raising another.

They were literally a storm - just like her name. And storms don't raise children.

To make things worse, Alex was still there. Her past. Her first love. The one who'd come back, apologised, waited. He'd done everything he could. Tried everything to make amends. And for a time, she'd believed she could go back, too.