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Okay, new life plan. Find out if I’m growing a tiny human…then deal with the aftermath.
I spend the next few days avoiding my family’s calls, including Milo, who’s blowing up my texts, wanting to know if I want to hang out. Gosh, he’s just the greatest big brother. How am I going to lie to his face and tell him I don’t know who the baby daddy is? He’s going to think I’m a big hoe when really, I’ve only been with three dudes my whole life.
On a deep sigh, I tip up my chin and tell myself I’m a fucking queen and the world will just get over it.
If I’m pregnant, I’m having a baby. I’ll tell Soren when he comes home, and let him make his own choices.
Until then, I need a job. No more taking time to find myself. If nothing else, this is a huge wake-up call.
It’s time to pull up my big girl panties and take on the world.
CHAPTERFIVE
Robin
Eight Months Later
Before my eyes even open, I’m running for the bathroom…again.
The bigger this kid gets the smaller my bladder is. I piss every hour now, I’ve gained something like fifty pounds, and it’s hot as fuck in the Florida Keys in September.
Physically, I’m miserable, but mentally, I’ve never been better.
When I finally got the nerve to take a prego test—well, ten actually—they all said the same thing, a glaring positive.
I was lost—okay, I’m still lost—but I’ve got a plan.
Today is a new day, a great day, and after I wrestle myself into a big flower dress and flipflops, I head out. I’m meeting my friend, Daphne. She’s helping to plan my baby shower, and well, being the greatest friend of all time, she’s also helping to plan my life.
Daphne Meadows has quickly joined the small list of my besties. With kind blue eyes and curly black hair that literally reaches her buttocks, you’d think she would be married or at least, dating all the local bachelors, but somehow, I get to monopolize all her time, which has been a saving grace to my sanity.
“Hey, love bug, got your coffee for you.”
“Shh. Someone will hear you and tell me I’m being a bad mom already.”
“Robin.”
“I mean thank you,” I say as she gives me the mom deadpan look. She always calls me out when I predict someone will shame me. It’s already happened. I’m just trying to get used to it. My own brother looks at me with worry, instead of as an equal. To him, I’m burden, but I love him. I might kill him after this is all said and done, especially if he keeps making remarks about him taking care of my child.
Milo says he’ll help out, and I hear nails on a chalkboard. Although I appreciate him, this is my responsibility, and I’ve more than come to terms with it.
“Mmm. Carmel frappe. My favorite.”
“Of course, Mama, and I also got a bag of assorted pastries for ya.”
My hormones decide this is a great time to get choked up.
“Aw, don’t cry. I’ll take them back,” Daphne teases.
“You wouldn’t!”
“No, I wouldn’t.” She laughs.
For the next couple of hours, we feast on delicate pastries and beloved liquid gold, though I will only enjoy one and then switch to water.
We pay the bill and decide to walk home. Daphne conveniently lives next door in an temporary rental. Much like me, she moved from a small town. Hers being in South Carolina; mine Sycamore Mountain.
But unlike me, she had a goal and went for it. My current dream is to survive the tornado of single motherhood. I just need a good-paying job.
