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I gulp. “Yes. That’s what I want to know.”
“If we are, it’s your choice. Not mine.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means I love you, Rory, that I was serious when I asked you to move in with me. I was even serious when I asked you to marry me. I was serious when I said we should go into the city to find out if you’re pregnant. I was serious about all of that. About sharing your life. About sharing your fucking problems. And about you sharing mine.”
“Brock—”
“If we’re over, it’s your decision, not mine. But for the moment? I need to cool off. And I need you out of my sight.”
I chew on my lower lip. I want so badly to touch him.
I screwed this up. But so did he. I open my mouth to say as much, but he shakes his head.
“Please. Don’t.”
Please. He said please.
And I do have a weakness for him saying please.
I nod then, turn, and leave.
Once my lessons are done for the day, it’s slightly after three p.m. I don’t dare go buy a pregnancy test at the local pharmacy, so I get in my car and drive to Grand Junction.
I’m in line at the pharmacy, ready to buy a pregnancy test that claims it can detect pregnancy within five days of the due date of your period, when I change my mind. I take it back to the shelf and replace it.
I get back in my car and drive, not sure where I’m going, until I end up at the Western Slope Family Planning clinic.
I sit in my car. Inside is Davey. And pregnancy tests. What the hell am I doing?
But I’m here now.
They have pregnancy tests here, I’m sure. Plus…I want to talk to Davey. I leave my car and enter the clinic.
“May I help you?” the receptionist asks.
“Is Davey here today?”
“She’s with someone at the moment. Did you have an appointment?”
“No. I… I saw her a while ago, and our meeting didn’t end all that well.”
“Did the two of you have a problem? We could assign you to another counselor.”
“No, Davey was lovely. I know I should have called to make an appointment, but…”
“But what?”
“I really just need to get a pregnancy test,” I say.
“Oh, of course. Were you inseminated here?”
“No…” I look over my shoulder at the few women who are sitting in the waiting room. “I’m so sorry. This was a big mistake.”
“Would you like me to leave a message for Davey?”
“No, it’s fine. I’m sorry to have troubled you.” I turn to walk out the door.
