Tilly couldn't wait to take the pregnancy test. She'd missed her period, which came like clockwork every month. She rushed home from work a full two hours early and stopped at a pharmacy on the way. Her hands were shaking as she ripped through the plastic surrounding the box. She was practically bounding out of her skin as she tore the stick out of the box and retired into the bathroom to pee on it.
Travis heard the raucous from his bedroom where he'd been working on his next comic. It was due up in a few hours, but he was almost done. He moved toward the bathroom and knocked on the door. "You okay Tilly?" he asked.
She almost peed on her hand when he knocked and sighed relief when she realized it was just Travis checking up on her. "I'm fine. I'm fabulous," she called. "Well, maybe. We'll find out in 30 seconds."
He closed his eyes and shook his head. Dear God, he thought. She's already knocked up? He waited outside, pacing in the hall while Tilly sat on the toilet, the stick never leaving her hand for a moment. She waited until the little monitor gave her a reading, pants around her ankles.
"TRAVIS!" she screamed excitedly, leaping off the toilet, taking only enough time to half-assedly pull her pants back up. "Travis I'm having a BABY!"
He wanted to slap himself awake. He loved his sister. He loved that she was so happy. But Travis was terrified of being Uncle Travis and babysitting and all night crying sessions with a new baby. He hitched a grin up as Tilly burst from the bathroom and hugged him tightly. "Congratulations," he said, making it sound as genuine as he could manage.