AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I devoured the strawberry milkshake as if my life depended on it, only to feel terribly nauseous afterwards, and I had a bad feeling, even before I crouched down and peed on the stick in the restrooms of my school, that Ms. Sterling was right.
I swore under my breath. I could use Andrea right now. Someone to hold me when it was time to flip that stick and check the results.
But Andrea was scared of my dad, and it was time to find and make new friends, outside of The Outfit.
Putting the cap back on the test and setting my phone to count down the minutes, I pressed my forehead against the door.
I knew two things for certain:
I didn’t want to be pregnant.
I didn’t want to not be pregnant.
If I were pregnant, I’d have a huge problem on my hands. My husband did not want kids. He told me so himself. Quite a few times, actually.
He even went so far as suggesting I’d live in a different place and get a sperm donor if I cared so much for children.
Bringing an unwanted baby into the world was immoral, if not completely deranged, considering our circumstances.
But then, oddly, not being with child was also going to leave me disappointed. Because there was excitement and anticipation in finding out that I was carrying Wolfe’s baby.
My mind took me to insane places. Places I had no business visiting.
What eye color would our child have? They would have dark hair.
Slim build, like both of us. But—gray or blue? Tall or short? And would they have his wit and my talent with the piano?
Would they be ivory and snow, like my pale skin? Or would they have his rather tan complexion?
I wanted to know everything.
I resisted the urge to drag my palm over my stomach, imagining it getting swollen and round and perfect, carrying the fruit of our love.
The fruit of my love.
No one ever said that he loved me. No one even suggested that. Not even Ms. Sterling.
My phone beeped, and I jumped, my heart stuttering in my chest. No matter the result, I wanted to get it over with. I flipped the pregnancy test over and blinked back.
Two lines.
Blue.
Sharp. Prominent. Strong.
I was pregnant.
I broke into tears.
I couldn’t believe it was happening to me.
Wolfe asked—no, he strictly stated—he didn’t want any children, and now, not even six months after our wedding, when we finally hit our stride, I was going to tell him that I was with child.
A part of me pointed out, quite reasonably, that this wasn’t entirely my fault. He was to blame, too.
In fact, he was the one who tried to coax me into having unprotected sex in the first place, with the nonsense about pulling out (great job with that one), and calculating the dates and telling me I wasn’t ovulating.
Only both of us didn’t take into consideration the fact that my period had changed the minute I took the Plan B pill.
