12-24-2015, 06:49 PM
"...Nope, I'm good." Steve had plenty of questions, but none that were safe to ask, for now. Plus, he could find a safe place to rant and rave about how this creepy old man had an adjoining room to a tenant later. "I guess we'll just see what happens."
He watched Will leave. Surprisingly fit guy for being so old, it was a little odd. Steve actually hoped he was that good-looking when he got older. And that accent wasn't recognizable for him; something European, maybe. What a weird man...but his hands started to cup his stomach, now that no one was watching. He had more important problems.
He waited...and waited...and waited until the rain and hail stopped to go back out to his car. It never got to any golf ball sized ice, one small comfort. He brought his things into his room and went out to get formally acquainted with the rest of the precinct. He would start working cases in a couple of days. And then...he decided to just get it over with and buy a fucking pregnancy test. Actually, he'd need more than just one, to rule out any bad tests.
The exchange with the cashier was about what he could have expected. "It's, ah...my girlfriend was worried, heh." "Girlfriend? Hmm..." "You got something to say, wiseass?" "You don't look like you're dating anyone. Not if you're shopping here." "It's a quick errand, what's with the...fine, it's for my sister, you happy?" "No." "Well, with a face like that, I wouldn't be, either." And he took his purchase and went back 'home'.
Making sure he was well out of sight, and that his landlord wasn't about to just walk through at the most awkward time, he held the test over the toilet, unzipped, and followed the instructions to the letter. Now he had to wait. Steve felt his hair stand on end. Please, God, let his life be reasonable! Let this all be a prank gone on for too long!
He looked at the indicator. He checked the box. 'Positive'. Trying not to panic or just start yelling, he used another brand of pregnancy test. And then another. And the only one left after that. All 'positive'...For reasons beyond his mere mortal comprehension, Steve McArthur was pregnant. Again.
He watched Will leave. Surprisingly fit guy for being so old, it was a little odd. Steve actually hoped he was that good-looking when he got older. And that accent wasn't recognizable for him; something European, maybe. What a weird man...but his hands started to cup his stomach, now that no one was watching. He had more important problems.
He waited...and waited...and waited until the rain and hail stopped to go back out to his car. It never got to any golf ball sized ice, one small comfort. He brought his things into his room and went out to get formally acquainted with the rest of the precinct. He would start working cases in a couple of days. And then...he decided to just get it over with and buy a fucking pregnancy test. Actually, he'd need more than just one, to rule out any bad tests.
The exchange with the cashier was about what he could have expected. "It's, ah...my girlfriend was worried, heh." "Girlfriend? Hmm..." "You got something to say, wiseass?" "You don't look like you're dating anyone. Not if you're shopping here." "It's a quick errand, what's with the...fine, it's for my sister, you happy?" "No." "Well, with a face like that, I wouldn't be, either." And he took his purchase and went back 'home'.
Making sure he was well out of sight, and that his landlord wasn't about to just walk through at the most awkward time, he held the test over the toilet, unzipped, and followed the instructions to the letter. Now he had to wait. Steve felt his hair stand on end. Please, God, let his life be reasonable! Let this all be a prank gone on for too long!
He looked at the indicator. He checked the box. 'Positive'. Trying not to panic or just start yelling, he used another brand of pregnancy test. And then another. And the only one left after that. All 'positive'...For reasons beyond his mere mortal comprehension, Steve McArthur was pregnant. Again.