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“Yeah,” I said. “I started feeling sick yesterday, and it just hasn’t gone away entirely. I mean, I’m feeling a bit better now, but this morning it was terrible. I hardly made it out of bed to get to the new hotel on time.”
“Are you pregnant?” Naomi asked, and I stopped dead in my tracks. I hadn’t even considered that might be the reason why I was feeling this way, and I did my best to think back as to when I had my last period.
“You’re on the pill, right?” she asked when I was silent.
“No,” I said. “I was tracking my ovulation. I figured I would get on the pill when I got back, because what are the odds of getting pregnant in the first few times you have sex?”
“I don’t know,” she said. “But if you are, I’d say pretty good.”
“What do I do?” I asked, my heart racing.
“I wouldn’t panic. That’s the wrong answer,” she said. “But I would take a test.”
“Okay, you’re right,” I replied, taking a deep breath. “You’re right. I’ll run down to the convenience store and get one now.”
“Good luck,” Naomi said.
I wasn’t sure whether to take that as a good luck to it being positive or negative, but I thanked her all the same and hung up.
What would I do if I was pregnant? How was that going to work with everything I had going on right now?
And, perhaps the biggest question of all, what would Greyson say?
TWENTY-SEVEN
Greyson
I wasout buying coffee for me and Laurel, then I headed over to the new hotel to see what she had to work with this time around.
I felt bad for her being so worried about how it was going to go. She was by far the best interior designer I had ever seen, and I knew without a doubt she was going to do just fine with it. I just wished she was able to see how good she was herself.
But, all I could do for her was encourage her to keep it up, and whenever she felt she wasn’t doing good enough, to then tell her as many times as she needed to hear it until she developed more confidence.
After getting the coffees, I headed over to the new hotel. Once again, I was rather surprised with how easy it was for me to get into the hotel by merely telling them I was working with the design team that was on the premise. They didn’t do anything to verify I was actually with Laurel before letting me in, which made me wonder what they would do if I wasn’t telling them the truth.
But, I didn’t care enough to question that. I just wanted to see Laurel and find out whether she was feeling any better. I hadn’t seen her at all the day before, and I worried she was really sick with something. She had fallen asleep on my shoulder the night we got into Seattle, and I had taken her being asleep as my cue to leave, hoping she would text me with good news the next day.
But, she was still on my mind all day, and when I woke up to a text telling me she was already leaving the hotel at eight in the morning, I decided the best thing I could do was to get some coffee and make sure she was feeling better. I didn’t want to deal with the lobby coffee at the hotel, so I went to a coffee shop that was nearby.
Seattle was full of coffee shops, and it wasn’t hard for me to find one that didn’t have a mile long wait. I got the coffees, picking a latte flavor that sounded like it would be easy on her stomach.
I knew everyone had their own ways of handling themselves when they felt queasy, and I hoped I hadn’t picked the wrong flavor. I mostly just wanted to see Laurel. I knew she was here primarily for work, but ever since she and I had started hanging out and sleeping together, I wanted to spend more time with her.
I felt I already knew her so well, but I wanted to get to know her better. I hated that she had to spend so much time working, and I had hoped all of the day before that she would text me to come into her room when she got back.
Instead, she’d texted me to let me know she wasn’t feeling good, had barely gotten through the meeting she was supposed to attend, and that she was already in bed for the day when it was only three in the afternoon. She turned down my offer to go out and get her something to eat, and I knew it was pointless to press the issue at that point.
So today, I was going to see her where I could find her, and that was at work.
I walked over to her with coffees in hand, and she gave me a wry smile when I reached her.
“How are you doing today?” I asked.
“Still on the nauseous side of things, but I’m managing,” she replied.
“Maybe you did get into something you shouldn’t have eaten,” I told her. “I know food poisoning can last a few days if you’re unfortunate enough to deal with it for that long.”
“Right,” she said.
