Isabelle
"This is stupid." Isabelle tugged on Julia's arm. "I'm not pregnant." She would have a feeling or inkling, right? Something besides nausea and days of little energy.
"No, it's best to know then worry. Besides, if you are, then you need to start prenatal vitamins and - "
She sighed, not liking this discussion one bit. "Yes, doctor." Isabelle followed her friend down the aisle of baby and feminine products. A woman with an infant walked past them while a toddler wailed about his broken cookie.
"Ah, here we are." Julia rattled a glass case in the isle full of pregnancy, fertility tests, and condoms. The locking bar slid open a bit. She wiggled her hand through and removed three different pregnancy tests brands.
"What are you doing?" Isabelle snatched her arm. "You're not thinking of stealing those are you?" she asked in a hushed whisper.