You can hear the leaky tap dripping. It sounds kind of comforting in the otherwise silence of the bathroom. Each drop echoing after it falls upon the widening puddle in the tub. You watch as the clear liquid tear tear away from the tap, reflecting the sunlight streaming in from the windows creating a prismatic iridescence. You like those windows, they were what really sold this apartment for you. One can almost see the sun from this spot in the bathtub. You had taken one look at the tub with sunlight streaming in and turned to him with a nod.

You’ve really put down roots, you think to yourself. It wasn’t all that long ago when you were living in a rental apartment and moving constantly with just the contents of your life consolidated in a single moving truck and here you are now, sitting in a bathtub in a place that’s paid for from a joint account that you share with him. The toothpaste on the counter catches your eye. You were distracted when you brushed this morning and had fallen into old habbits, forgetting to squeeze from the bottom. It annoys him when you don’t and he would nag about it like a grumpy old man all morning if he sees it. You scoff, a year ago, you could squeeze it from the middle if you felt like it, but compromises are made when you share a life with someone else. It seemed like you were just sharing food one day and before you knew it, you were sharing toothpaste and closets, bank accounts and houses.

The droplet tears away from the nucleus under the tap and gathers in the puddle collecting. The alarm jerks you from the trance you have fallen into as you wait for the three minutes to be up. In the age where rice can cook in three minutes and porridge in two, three minutes of waiting feels like forever.

Not for the first time, you marvel at what you can buy off the Internet. You've heard of some crazy things being sold online, but who would have thought they had an entire range of pregnancy tests they carried on the World Wide Web? The alarm was getting louder as you remained seated inside the tub where you clambered into after taking the test, arms wrapped around your knees clothed in only his shirt that still smelt like him and those really comfortable boy shorts he likes to remove off you.  The sound is jarring and you can feel a headache developing just