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I squeeze my eyes shut and shake my head. “Nope. No. Not happening.”
Determined, I look around the small selection of hygiene care and don’t see what I need. I leave my cart and move to the next aisle and immediately laser in on the stock of pregnancy tests.
Feeling like a cinder block is on my chest, I grab one and head to the self-checkout. There’s a loud buzzing in my ears as I scan the box and pay for it with my credit card. From there I half run, half walk to the back of the store to the restrooms.
Somehow I manage to get the cellophane wrapping off, despite my hands trembling, and I read the instructions even though my mind is spinning. My bladder must be holding all my nerves or it might want the answer sooner rather than later as I have no problem peeing on the stick.
When I’m done, I place the test on the sink vanity and wash my hands. I start the timer on my iPhone and pace nervously near the door. I don’t dare look at it… afraid I’ll see what I don’t want to see. No one comes in to bother me and for that I’m grateful. I’m on the verge of a meltdown.
The timer goes off and I whirl around, staring at the little white piece of plastic that holds my future in a tiny digital readout. I’ve never been more terrified in my life.
Never, ever.
Legs feeling like they’re trapped in mud, I move cautiously toward the sink, my heart about to jump out of my throat.
CHAPTER 19
Bain
Camden has pepin his step as we traverse down the airstair of the team plane. We have exactly twenty-four hours before we have to get back on to travel to Boston for an out-and-back game. He’s going to go set things right with Danica… the woman he loves.
As we were in the away locker room changing after our game against the New York Phantoms, he stood up on one of the benches and announced to the entire team he’d been seeing her.
This was done after much poking and prodding by me because I knew something was wrong with him. Turns out, Camden felt like he might be stomping on Mitch’s grave so he broke things off with Danica.
Said it was “the right thing to do.”
I told him that was bullshit. If something makes you feel horrible, then it wasn’t the right thing to do.
He was being a little hardheaded, so I had to give it to him straight and with no regard for his feelings. “Then what the actual fuck, dude? You have an amazing woman who, as far as I can tell over the last several weeks, has brought you out of your funk. You care for her and her kid. She’s ready to give her all to you, and you break it off? Are you stupid or something?”
Yeah… I was rough on the guy, but he was in danger of talking himself out of righting his wrong. After a little back-and-forth, he asked Hendrix, who knew Mitch well, “Are you sure I’m not doing anything wrong?”
“Does it feel wrong when you’re with her?” Hendrix replied.
“Nothing has ever felt more right.”
Then, I had to give my two cents. “I don’t care if anyone has a problem with it. If she’s that good for you and you for her, fuck anyone in this locker room and fuck any fan who has an issue with it.”
Hendrix and I told him to go for it and he did. By standing on the bench and proclaiming his feelings to the entire team.
It was pretty awesome.
I tried to imagine myself doing the same thing for a woman. Would I ever feel that way about someone?
Kiera?
One thing I have in common with Camden—nothing has felt more right. It’s a powerful statement to admit.
We hit the tarmac, duffels held over our shoulders as we head to the private terminal. “You going to Danica’s house?”
“Travis has a scrimmage right after school. I’m going to go watch him and then talk to her.”
Clapping Camden on the back, I give him assurances because I hear the nerves in his voice. “It’s going to be fine, man. Danica will forgive your slight bout of cold feet.”
“Yeah… I think she will. Still scared as fuck she won’t.”
I squeeze his shoulder. “You’ll be fine.”
