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Chapter Seven
Mia
ThankGod Imade it to the bathroom in time. I didn’t bother locking the door to the single person bathroom, only caring to dive for the toilet before what was sure to be only stomach acid came up and out of my mouth.
I was too late in the game to be having morning sickness and actually, I had been extremely lucky my first trimester, never getting sick. I never had cravings, I didn’t have the need to binge eat. The only change in my life was the fact I was growing another life inside of me.
Having not eaten since noon, the only thing that came up was indeed stomach acid. The burning in my throat, paired with the embarrassment of the entire situation I found myself in tonight, had tears falling from my eyes.
I was such a fucking fool for believing that Brenna would want to renew a friendship. Who sought out a friendship from someone you hadn’t truly spoken to since middle school?
I should have figured she was going to throw Conor in my face. I never told her when we were little, but I think she always knew I had crushed on her oldest brother.
But what was a crush at ten? It was a whole lot of nothing.
I wiped the back of my mouth and reached for the toilet paper, needing to blot some of the wetness from my cheeks when there was a knock at the door.
“Just a minute!” I called out, a slight wavering in my voice that was no doubt due to the tears in my eyes.
I stood and straightened out my dress pants, trying to dust off the knees. When the baby moved, I put my hand over the front of my swelling tummy. “It’s ok, baby.”
I chose not to find out if I was having a boy or a girl. I still had panicked moments where I considered putting the baby up for adoption. Was I ready to be a mom? Was I ready to be a single parent?
I wanted this baby, but sometimes it was the fear of what I could offer the child, or rather what I couldn’t offer him or her, that kept me up at night.
The knock on the door sounded yet again. Damn impatient woman. I glanced at the mirror after moving to the sink and grimaced at the splotches on my face. “Just a second, I’m sorry.”
I turned on the water and just began splashing water on my face when the door swung open.
I jerked up and turned to face the intruder. “I said it would just be a min—”
Conor.
My heart stopped and yet again, I could feel the color fall from my face.
He stepped into the small space and closed the door behind him, doing what I failed to do and locking the door.
Locking the two of us in here together.
I swallowed hard and stared at him. He stared back.
I took in his dress pants and dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to show off the gray and black sleeve he had on his left arm. His beard appeared to be freshly kept and his eyes, framed with such dark, thick lashes, were locked on mine.
It wasn’t fair he was such a beautiful man.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Conor broke the silence with a surprisingly calm voice.
Tell him what? My name? That I was pregnant?
“Because I was afraid of your response,” I finally answered. It was the truth and fit both scenarios. I forced my eyes to meet his, and moved my gaze from his left to his right eye, back and forth as I tried to read his expression.
He hadn’t been happy to see me out there.
But then again, I hadn’t been exactly thrilled, either.
Just like I’d been attempting a plan to get into Conor’s bed, I had been trying to figure out a way to tell him, oops, that broken condom left me a little pregnant.
“You keeping it?” His eyes jerked down to my tummy then back up to mine.
