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Shit kabobs.Whatnow?
I pointed my finger towards the door where he recently emerged, feeling hopeful. “May I go in there?” I took a few steps, and I heard him shuffle behind me. “Can I go in there, please?” I tried to do the best animated hand gestures possible before I saw him nod, seemingly understanding what I was trying toconvey.
Relieved, I took a few steps and entered the storage room. The back was lined with shelves, and my eyes roamed one after the other until I found what I needed—or the closest to the pregnancy test I’d seen back home. I took three altogether. One for eachbrand.
The man only grinned, showcasing his toothless state before giving me athumbsup.
I couldn’t help it; I let out a riotous laugh because my life was far from great. Based on the chain of bullshit knocking me down, my chances of not being pregnantwerenil.
Since I didn’t have any Kuna, I handed him five one hundred dollar bills, mostly thanking him for trusting me enough to let me inside his storage room so I could hunt down thesebastards.
“Hvala ti.”Thankyou.
I shoved my items into the purse.Where the hell was Jack, anyway?I thought as I strode back to where the speedboat was stationed, waiting for anyone ready to head back to theyacht.
Vivienne and Ethan were still out and about, and Blair was at the spa. But I wanted to go into my room and was ready to get onwithit.
I carefully undressed and only pulled my Japanese soft blue silk robe with cherry blossoms on it before entering the bathroom. Quite unready fordoomsday.
Ten minutes later, my suspicions wereconfirmed.
Allthree.
Pregnant, it said in small boldletters.
“No. No. No.” I chanted agitatedly as my hand shook while gripping the slender stick. “There’s got to be a mistake,” I whispered unsteadily as my tears welled around my eyes, my sight glassing over at the daunting word that changed my life forever. “I can’t be…” Then a thought came to me.Maybe I need better lighting…Maybe something was broken.I desperately reasoned as I rashly strode over to the door, yankingitopen.
My head pounded as my mind repeated the damning word over and overagain.
Lifting my hand to the side of my head, I dug my fingers into the roots of my hair, frantic and seconds away from a seriousmeltdown.
In my current hysteria of trying to get to the window where the bright sunshine beamed brightly, I didn’t see the figure until it wastoolate.
