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“Where’s my phone?” I mutter, looking around on the floor for it.
“I think it’s in the bedroom,” Nova says helpfully.
I run from the bathroom, dropping the tampons on the floor in the process, and find my phone on the floor of the bedroom.
I drop to my knees and turn it on, flicking to the calendar.
I go back a month and …
My phone drops from my hands.
“Fuck my life.”
“What?” Nova asks, picking up my phone and looking at the screen like it’s going to answer her question.
“I have to go,” I mutter.
“What?” She looks after me as I leave the room, but I can’t even offer an explanation.
“You guys can go,” I call behind me.
It’s not fair for them to stay and unpack all our shit while I leave, but I have to go to the store now.
I need to get my hands on a pregnancy test.
I round the corner downstairs and Jace jerks back, surprised by my sudden intrusion.
“I have to go,” I tell him. “You guys don’t have to stay. Thanks for the help. Lock up on your way out.” My sentences come out short and clipped because I can barely think straight.
I locate my keys and dash out the door.
There’s a drug store not too far down the road.
I push the button to open the garage door and get in my car.
I grip the wheel and inhale a deep breath, trying to calm myself but it turns into a sob.
What if I’m really pregnant?
There’s a chance I’m not, but what if I am?
I just got done telling Xander I wasn’t ready to be a mom.
I cover my face with my hands. This should be a monumental moment in my life. A happy one. But instead, I only feel pure and utter terror.
I couldn’t even keep a hamster alive so how was I going to take care of a baby?
“This can’t be happening,” I mutter to myself, backing out of the driveway.
I hope to God Jace and Nova are gone when I get back. I don’t need anyone to be a witness to my breakdown.
I keep going over and over the dates in my head, willing them to change, but they don’t.
My period is late, and I feel like an idiot for not realizing it sooner.
I should’ve started while we were gone and I didn’t. It’s easy to chalk it up to all the stress I’ve had, but my gut says I’m pregnant.
It’s like I know on some instinctual level that there’s a baby in me.
