Pregnancy test

RHEA'S POV  Near blinding white lights shone down from the tall ceiling of the dance studio. The brilliance of it made me miss the blue skies and natural sunshine of the Italian coast. It seemed like only yesterday I had my toes buried in the sand, with Aleksander lounging beside me. Now I faced the mirror-wall of the studio above the theater with my leg perched on the balance beam. "So, tell me again why you came back early," Ricky whispered beside me. His eyes darted around the other ballerinas, stretching silently in the studio for our daily cool down. His eyes on mine in the mirror this time. "Aleksander had a work emergency." Even a week later, the disappointment stung. Ricky rolled his eyes. "What could be so important at work that a man would risk his new wife's wrath? Women are scary." An unladylike snort escaped me. A few eyes turned in our direction. Ricky and I locked eyes, and he failed to muffle his chuckles. The new dance instructor merely shook her head at us. Thankfully