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Goldie: I’ll pick up a few tests on my way over.

Lottie: What am I going to do?

Goldie: We’ll figure it out. I promise.

I rollover onto my back, staring up at the ceiling as I wonder what I’ll do if I really am pregnant. I can’t wait until tonight to find out so I toss off the covers and head down the street to the corner shop.

My palms are sweaty as I grab two different brands of pregnancy tests and make my way up to the counter. The girl ringing me up gives me a weak smile as she scans the items and takes my cash.

“Thanks,” I mumble as I grab the bag and head back to my apartment.

I feel like I’m going to throw up again as I rip open the first box and pull out the test. I read the instructions twice, my hands shaking with nerves the entire time, and then I’m peeing on a stick and trying not to throw up.

It feels like the longest three minutes of my life as I wait to see if there will be one line or two. I pace back and forth in the tiny bathroom, wringing my hands together as I wait for the timer to go off.

When it does, I don’t feel ready to look at the results.

You have to know. Come on, Lottie. You’re a big girl.

I take a deep breath before I step up to the bathroom counter and look down at the test.

Two lines.

Two freaking lines.

My legs give out, and I sink down to the floor.

I’m pregnant.

I’m pregnant, and I can’t get my baby daddy to respond to my calls.

What the hell am I supposed to do now?

SIX

Anson

I’m in hell.

I thought that lusting after Lottie but never having her was torture, but it’s paradise compared to this.

Lottie stopped trying to reach out to me a while ago, and I thought that would make things easier, but I miss her. At least when she was calling and texting me, I knew she was thinking about me. Now, who knows?

I’ve been lying awake at night, wondering if Lottie is missing me. Is she mad at me? Is she crying? Has she moved on to someone else?

It’s the not knowing that’s driving me crazy.

“You look like hell,” Theo says as he slides into the other side of the booth.

“So do you. Still pining after your assistant?” I ask him, trying to change the subject.

We’ve been meeting up at least once a week to catch up. I spent the first two times telling him all about Lottie and what happened with her. He thinks I should just man up and tell her that I love her, but he’s a known asshole, so I’m not sure I should take his advice.

Besides, it’s not just clearing things up with Lottie. I have to think about Rhett and our friendship too.

Lottie probably doesn’t even want me anymore. Not after I’ve spent the last three weeks ghosting her.

I was supposed to come up with a plan and go back to the apartment, but that never quite happened. I’ve been crashing with Theo and a few guys on base, couch surfing until… well, I don’t know when I’ll go back to the apartment.

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