White It out Like Glittering Wax Butterflies

If there's one thing I hate, it's sitting in a doctor's office waiting for test results. It's so nerve raking.

There was a light knock on the door, then the doctor walked in the rest of the way inside the room. "Your test results are in..."

I tightened my grip on Quinn's hand as the doctor chuckled a little.

"Well, Ms. Levine-"

"Anna," I corrected him.

"...Anna." He cleared his throat and continued. "As I was saying, we got your test results back and... I must say, you're probably not expecting this."

It was silent for a few seconds, then I spoke. "What showed up in my results?"

The doctor was silent for a spilt second, then he spoke. "Anna, I'm not sure if you want me to tell you straight forwardly-"

"Just please sir," Quinn said. "tell us what's wrong with Anna."

The doctor smiled politely. "Sir, there's nothing wrong with Anna."

Yes. Confusion. "So... what's going on then?"

"Ms. Levine, you're going to have a baby."