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Pregnant.
I was pregnant with Gabe’s child.
I called Fiona immediately.
“Hey, girl, I’m just about to go to bed. I miss you.” Her voice sounded fake chipper. Like always. Which told me she wasn’t, at all, doing as well as she wanted me to believe she was. A constant occurrence these days. And something that had me worried about her.
But this was not the moment to call her on her bullshit.
“I’m pregnant.”
A second ticked by.
Then another.
“You’re what?”
“Pregnant.”
“Wow, shit, I don’t know what to say, Soph.”
“Wow, shit, actually sums it up perfectly.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m holding the test in my hand and staring at it.”
“I’m sorry.”
Her words sounded so sincere, and her voice conveyed so much sorrow, it somehow snapped me completely out of my moment of shock.
I started laughing until tears ran down my cheeks.
But there wasn’t an ounce of anger or sorrow I felt for myself. I was laughing because how else could it be but amusing?
With Gabe and my story being how it was.
I remembered him pulling out the condoms—and in the end, not using them at all.
I laughed even harder.
Only I could remain a virgin throughout being kidnapped and beaten and held in a cage—just to get pregnant the first time I had sex with a big bad Italian Mafia boss—who held me captive in his room and made me feel like I was the only woman on Earth.
“Are you okay?” Fiona said, clearly doubting my sanity.
“Yes,” I gasped for air. “I’m okay.”
“Do you need me to come?” Fiona didn’t sound convinced about my mental stability.
“Tell you what.” A surge of energy like I’d never known before shot through me and left my whole body buzzing.
I was pregnant with Gabe’s baby. And I would make one hell of a mother and give that baby the best family it could wish for—even without its father. “I’m coming to you. How does that sound?”
“Do you think your dad will allow you to go?”
I shrugged. I didn’t care what my dad did or didn’t do. I was twenty, about to become a single mom. It was time for me to grow up and create the life I wanted instead of sitting in my invisible golden cage and feeling sorry for myself.
All I could hope for was that my dad would understand.
