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“I-I fucked up,” she chokes, stopping for a moment.
“What do you mean?” I sit down on the bed, and she blinks back tears, taking in a deep breath as if to gather herself.
“I’m pregnant,” she barely whispers, and my eyes widen in shock as her head drops, a tear trickling down her face. I shoot up off the bed and take her in my arms. She wraps her arms around me and sobs on my shoulder.
“I thought you were on the pill?” I frown, and she pulls away, shaking her head.
“I was. It obviously didn’t work.”
“How far along are you?”
“Ten weeks,” she replies, placing a hand on her stomach, and my eyes widen as the reality of the situation sinks in.
“What are you going to do?”
She exhales a shaky breath, running a hand over her head. “I-I don’t know. I’m not ready for this, but the thought of getting rid of it just makes me sick to my stomach.” Her bottom lip trembles as she drops her chin. “I’m so fucked.”
I step forward and take her hand. “You’re not fucked, Lyns.”
“Yes, I am!” she cries, ripping her hand from my grasp and tugging on her hair in frustration. “Don’t you understand? My life is completely over, Ava! I can’t go to college now. I’m going to be a mother, and I haven’t even told my own mother about it yet, but I guarantee you she will lose her mind over this. I will be nothing more than a big disappointment to her. An embarrassment in front of all her country club friends. I-I have no fucking idea what I’m going to do.”
Looking away, tears start streaming down her face, and I grab her by the shoulders, turning her to face me. “Look at me.”
She continues to avert her gaze, refusing to meet mine.
“Lyns, look at me,” I demand, and she reluctantly meets my eyes. “You are not fucked. Yes, everything will be different, and the plans you once had for your future are drastically going to change, but if anyone can make this work, it’s you. You are going to be a mother, Lyns. You are creating a life. It’s a beautiful thing. I know you don’t feel it right now, but I promise you that when that baby is born, and you hold it in your arms for the first time, everything will make sense. That fierce warrior inside you will wake up and fight with everything she has to make sure you and your child have the life you deserve.”
Her lip trembles and she chokes out a sob. “I’m so scared, Ava. I’m so fucking scared.”
“Hey,” I soothe, wrapping my arms around her, and she hugs me back tightly, “I’ve got you, Lyns. You are going to be okay. I promise. I’m here and will be there for you every step of the way.”
She relaxes in my arms slightly and continues to cry. Her emotions pour out of her, making her body tremble in my embrace, and my chest caves in on itself for the pain she is going through.
After a moment, she pulls away and wipes her eyes. “Have you told Nate?” I ask, and she shakes her head. “Why haven’t you told him?”
“I did tell him.”
I frown in confusion. “I don’t understand.”
“It’s—” She swallows hard, looking down to the ground, and my stomach knots. “It’s not his.”
My jaw drops, and all the air escapes my lungs as I stare at her in a state of shock. What the fuck? My mouth opens and closes as I struggle to think of what to say. She has been with Nate for two years. I thought they were happy. I’ve never seen her with anyone else or witnessed anything that would raise suspicion. But it’s not even that. Lyndsey’s stance on cheating is the same as mine. For all her faults, loyalty is one of the things she never wavered on, and her actually cheating on Nate is something I just can’t fathom. I can’t even begin to wrap my head around it.
“Who…” I swallow hard too, trying to gather my words. “Who is the father?”
She turns away and walks toward the window, stopping to glance out to the world outside as if deep in thought. Time seems to stretch out between us as I wait for her to answer.
She inhales a long breath, then finally speaks. “When I first told Nate I was pregnant, he was excited, he was so happy, but then—” She pauses, her voice drifting off into the horizon she is currently fixated on. “Then I had to tell him it wasn’t his. He was so devastated, Ava. I have never seen anyone so hurt in my whole life. It completely tore him apart. I’m such a terrible person.”
Her shoulders shake as her body racks with sobs, and I walk over, turning her to face me.
“Who is the father, Lyns?”
She looks up at me, and my gut churns at the pure anguish embedded in her face. I rub her arm in reassurance, encouraging her to tell me.
“It’s…” she stammers. “It’s Sebastian’s.”
My brows furrow.
