I glance between the girls. “So, Nash said something to me this morning that I want to ask you guys about.”
“What’s up, honey?” Harlow says.
“Have you noticed me being moody lately? He brought up the fact I’ve been having mood swings this week, and I can see what he’s saying, but have I been like this with you guys as well?”
Madison frowns, thinking about it. “I haven’t noticed mood swings, but you have been super tired. Maybe that’s causing moodiness at home?”
Chelsea nods. “You’ve definitely been tired a lot. And you did get super cranky with that woman at Coles the other day, remember? I mean, I only remember it because it’s so unlike you.”
“Ugh,” I say, remembering the incident. “Yeah, she really pissed me off.” But Chelsea’s right; it’s not like me to lose my temper the way I did. Even when I’m receiving the worst customer service known to mankind.
“Hormones are a wonderful thing,” Bobby says dryly. “I live for them each and every day in this salon. Pregnant women are the worst. I’d rather you shoot me than have me deal with pregnancy hormones.”
I stare at him.
Holy. Shit.
I pull out my phone to check my period app.
I’ve been so busy these last few weeks that I haven’t thought about my period or lack of it.
“Holy fuck, Vee,” Madison says. “Are you pregnant?”
My heart beats faster as I check my app.
My head snaps up and I meet Madison’s gaze. “I’m two weeks late.”
Her face breaks out in a huge smile. “Ohmigod. We need to get you a test!”
The alarm on my phone sounds before I can reply. The one I set to remind me it’s time to leave work.
I silence it as I mutter, “Shit. I don’t have time to get a test. I have to go home and get ready for this wedding.”
“The chemist is less than a ten-minute drive,” she says.
“Yeah, and then it’s the time to get a park and get served and get back to my car and all the things I don’t have time for.” I mean, I already made it clear to Nash that he doesn’t have a second to waste this afternoon. I can hardly be the one who is late. “I’ll get a test on the way to the coast.” I’ve allowed an extra twenty minutes for traffic, so we should have time to stop.
“We need to know as soon as you guys do,” Chelsea says. “Text us!”
My mind is already moving on to thoughts of pregnancy tests and finding the time to do one as she says this, so I barely process it, but when my brain catches up, I agree to text them.
All I can think about though is the fact that Nash and I have been trying to get pregnant since the day we were married two years ago. We did fall pregnant once, eleven months after we started trying, but I miscarried that baby a month later. We’ve gotten to the point where we’ve started discussing our options because I’m nearly thirty-five. I’m both excited and a little scared to think I might be pregnant now. Scared because I don’t want to go through another miscarriage. Each one kills me a little more. I also don’t want Nash to have to live through it again. My last one took its toll on him too.
I say goodbye to the girls and exit the salon out into the warm April sunshine. April is my favourite month of the year. Mostly because it’s the month Nash and I celebrate the anniversary of our marriage, but also because I love the weather at this time of year.
I breathe the sunshine in deeply and close my eyes as I lift my face to the sun.
Please let me be pregnant.
And please please please let this baby be the one.
Nash’s POV
I eyemy wife as she fidgets in the seat next to mine. Something’s off with her tonight and I want to know what the fuck it is. I thought we sorted shit out this morning when I mentioned her mood swings, but she’s been acting fucking weird from the minute she got home from work to now. And she’s growing weirder by the minute.
“Velvet,” I say, placing a hand on her thigh. “What the fuck?”
Her eyes cut to mine. “The fuck, what?”
