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“When did you find out?” Bronte asked.
“A few hours ago.”
Laney plopped her head in her hand. “Did you tell Jason?” When I shook my head, she moved closer to her screen. “You don’t seem happy.”
“Because I don’t know how I feel about it.”
“Do you want to keep it?” Sam asked, and I shrugged. At this point, I honestly didn’t know. “You know I had an abortion,” Sam reminded her. “If that’s what you want, it’s okay.”
I nodded. We’d been with Sam as she took the pill, watched aTwilightmovie marathon, and held her hand when she was in pain.
“We’ll support whatever you want to do,” Laney said, and my eyes flooded with tears again.
Bronte’s mouth turned down in a frown, her eyes big and blue and glassy. Whenever anyone cried, so did she. She grabbed a tissue. “It’s your decision, but I think you have to tell Jason.”
“I don’t know,” Sam disagreed quietly. “It’s not his decision. It’s yours. I don’t know if you have to tell him.”
Bronte blew her nose. “If she wants to be with him, I think she should.”
They were trying to help, but making me even more confused.
Laney cut in and smiled. It was fake but appreciated anyway. “Jason loves you. No matter what you decide to do—keep it or not—I’m sure if you talked to him, explained to him how you’re feeling, you’d feel better about it all.”
The problem was I couldn’t explain it to him because I didn’t know. Our relationship was so new, only three months old. I couldn’t see how this—being pregnant—could make such a young relationship work when there was still so much unknown.
I didn’t know the first thing about being in a long-term relationship, and I sure as hell didn’t know anything about being a mother. How could I bring a new life into this world when I was still stumbling around in my own life?
After a few more minutes with the girls, I hung up and hopped into the shower before finally facing Jason in the kitchen.
He was seated at the table, George Clooney next to help like they were old friends, an iPad in front of him with WedMD open, along with bowls of soup and plates of grilled cheese.
“Hey you,” I said weakly, and he turned.
“You look like hell.”
“Thanks.”
He ushered me to the table with a chagrinned smile. “The vegan cheese didn’t melt as well as regular cheese, and I didn’t know what to use for the bread besides spray oil, so I’m not sure how the grilled cheese will taste.”
“It’s okay. Thanks for dinner.”
I motioned to his open iPad screen with my spoon. “What are you looking up?”
He sighed and shook his head. “I fell down a rabbit hole. You know what kind of paint they used here?”
“Why?”
“Lead poisoning.”
I smiled for the first time all day. “I don’t have lead poisoning.”
“Then what is it? Kidney failure, gallstones?”
“The flu.”
He eyed me. “Are you sure? Because there’s a suspicious looking patch in the corner.” He tipped his chin in the direction of the living room. “Might be mold. I know you said we’d put a pin in it until after the new year, but I gotta say, the more I look at this place, the less comfortable I am that you’re here.”
I swallowed a spoonful of the tomato soup, trying not to gag on my lies. “I know, but it’s just a bad case of the flu.”
