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It’s as if he sees me for who I am, and he’s the first person to ever truly do that. He sees me for what I could be and what I should have been in this world, instead of a girl who happened to get the short end of the stick when it came to the cards I was dealt by my father. Everything with Cameron is stimulating, including our conversations. We talk about everything: the highs and the lows, the simple and the complicated. The more I’m with him. the more I miss him when we’re apart, and when we’re together in bed … there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
Giving up on sleep for the night, I gently slide from the bed, careful not to wake Cameron, and slip into a blush silk robe Cameron bought me. I push my feet in the matching blush furry slippers and take my phone from the nightstand before quietly exiting the room so as not to wake him from his sleep. Living in this house is like living in a beach hotel, entertainment center, and gym all in one. There are endless possibilities, but I always end up falling to my default: the library.
The library is really a combination billiards-study room, but it’s so massive that it has thousands of books of all genres. It’s a long walk through the giant mansion, but I make the voyage anyways. The house is eerily quiet at night without the sounds of Cameron’s employees in the kitchen or the crunch of the gravel when the gardener brings his truck around to the back. And yet, this place is home now, and I’m totally at ease.
Using the flashlight on my phone, I guide myself to the library where I turn on the desk lamp and settle onto a cream chaise lounge chair with a copy of my favorite classic, Pride and Prejudice. I’ve seen the movie starring Kiera Knightley as Elizabeth Bennett and I always wanted to read the book after watching the movie. I’m a sucker for a great love story and there’s something about the dynamic of Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy that’s saucy yet romantic.
I’m sitting in the chair when the screen of my phone lights up and vibrates. Who would be texting me at this hour? It’s completely dark outside, and I pick up my phone with curiosity. But the second my eyes see the notification, my body freezes. It’s not a text. It’s a notification from my period app, telling me I’ve yet to log my period that should have started already. An uneasy feeling presses in the bottom of my throat.
I quickly unlock my phone and open up the app where I scan over the calendar that shows when I was supposed to start. How could I have missed this? How did I miss last month’s reminder too? I guess I was so caught up in my new situation, that I must have seen the notifications and then moved on and forgotten about them. When I realize that my period was supposed to start a week ago, my stomach sinks, and an indescribable feeling washes over me.
My head snaps up as I try to remember the last time I had a period and suddenly, I’m extremely lightheaded. Surely my dates got messed up or I didn’t log something correctly, because I’d totally forgotten. I start to think it over some more, wondering how I could have forgotten the monthly ritual. Suddenly, nausea washes over me. In fact, I am going to hurl.
My hands fly down to clench my stomach as I lunge off the chaise and barely make it to the small waste basket sitting beside Cameron’s desk. I vomit into the basket and empty my stomach as bile pulses up my throat and my body starts to tremble. There’s no way this is happening. I did notice a slight change in my breasts this last week as they became very tender to the touch, and my nose began picking up foul smells that left me feeling as if I were on the verge of passing out, but I just dismissed it as food poisoning. I never thought for a moment that I might be pregnant. Is that really the possibility I’m facing right now? Being pregnant with Cameron’s baby? There’s no way. This is just a dream.
I sit on my knees with my shaky fingers clutching the rim of the basket while trying to calm my roiling stomach. After a few moments of sitting there, I stand on wobbly legs. My hands fly to the sides of my head as my mind reels with all of these bizarre thoughts. What do I do? Am I really pregnant with Cameron’s baby?
I need to find a bathroom. I grab my phone and leave the room to wander the halls in search of the nearest bathroom. I know there’s one down the hall near Cameron’s official office, so I walk there as best as I can with wobbly steps. I close the door behind me and turn on the lights, jumping back slightly when I notice my appearance in the mirror. My skin is pale to the point where I look like a ghost and my lips are slightly crusty with the dried bile. I feel hot–probably from nerves and from throwing up–so I turn on the cold water to splash it on my face before grabbing the edges of the sink, another weird feeling washing over me.
