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Shit, shit, shit.
We all trade looks and come to the consensus that it might be best for Nolan to drop the news.
"Eve, we need to talk."
"And what made you think you should say it like that?" Ryan's tone is incredulous, and I must say, for the guy who thinks he knows more about women than we do...that was just dumb.
"What else was I supposed to say?" His hands shoot into the air, scoffing and annoyed that he was chosen to broach the topic.
"Something less terrifying, perhaps?" I snort at Amiri's comment, even though this fucking sucks. "Maybe, hey baby, we want to talk to you about something."
I frown. "That's not much better."
"Or-"
"For the love of everything unholy!" Our heads whip to the woman pointing a knife at us in the kitchen.Oops. "Spit it out."
"Um," I cringe at the lost sound in Nolan's voice. I think we took away some of his confidence. "Come sit, Fire." Okay, that's a start.
Thankfully, she sets the knife down before making her way to the other seat at the table. On the other hand, though, her face is pale, and she has a small tremor buzzing through her body. All irritation sapped out by anxiety.
And now...everyone looks to me because when it's all said and done...it's my fucking fault.
"Eve, it's about last night." Her bony shoulders curl in on herself like she’s waiting for a blow.
"Did I do something wrong?" She won't meet my eyes; they are trained on her hands, pulling at the strings of her frayed sleep shorts. "I'm sorry."
"No, Eve! You did nothing wrong. It was me; I messed up, baby." I can't even bring myself to drag her gaze up to mine...I feel so ashamed.
"I-"Fuck. "I didn't use a condom, and I didn't pull out."
This is the moment where I expect her to be pissed off or start crying. Maybe even walk away or start throwing shit.
What I don't expect is for her to brush me off.
"Oh, it's fine. Don't worry about it." Her body is still tense as she begins to scoot her chair out.
Gripping the bottom, I drag her chair back to the table so she can't leave. "Eve, do you understand what I'm talking about?" I can't be the only one confused by her reaction. Looking around the table, I can see matching frowns and bewildered expressions.
She finally tilts her head to look at me with a furrowed brow of her own. "Yes, I know what you are talking about."
"So why aren't you...freaking out?"
I stare at her hard and feel my stomach sink when her eyes start to water. I feel my own widen in panic, my body leaning into her space, ready to defeat those demons in the golden depths of her soul.
Again, she surprises me when she quickly swipes at her eyes and clears her throat, "Um, because you don't need to worry about that. It's okay."
I can feel my agitation rising because she's not explaining herself at all, and this is absolutely not okay. I could have gotten her pregnant, for fucks sake, and she still isn't fully healed from everything.
Oh my god. How could her teeny body ever handle a baby? My heart is in my throat. She is still skin and bones; I can't imagine if her body would be able to manage growing a baby. What if-
"I can't get pregnant. Ever. What they did...there's too much scarring. Or something. Either way, it's fine, don't worry about it."
Did she just fucking say what I think she did?
Chapter 32
Evelyn
