My heart warms and I smile. “I think it’s a great idea.”
Hopefully Preston will, too.
I spear the burrito with my fork. “Man, this is really good—”
Nausea twists my stomach, and a cold sweat breaks out along my forehead.
And that’s the only warning I get before I’m running to the sink and tossing my cookies.
“I’m so sorry,” I tell Breslin when she comes over and rubs my back. “That must have been gross to watch.”
“Don’t worry about me.” Grabbing a paper towel, she runs it under the water and presses it to my forehead. “Are you okay?”
I feel a lot better now. “Yeah—”
Nope. Survey says that was a lie. Breslin holds my hair back as I dry heave, getting rid of whatever contents might still be left in my stomach.
I wait a few minutes before lifting my head back up. “Better watch out, B. Those burritos are coming for you next.”
I move over in case she needs the sink, but Breslin shrugs. “I don’t think so. I feel fine.”
“Just wait.”
An hour later, I look over at her. “What about now? Feel sick yet?”
Breslin rolls her eyes. “Not even a little.” Proving her point, she eats some leftover burrito. “I don’t think it was the food.”
She says that, but any minute now she’s going to run to the bathroom.
“If it wasn’t the food, then what was it, smarty pants?”
I love Breslin but she always thinks she’s right. Granted she usually is, but I know those were rotten burritos. And pretty soon she will, too.
“I don’t know.” She chews her thumbnail. “Maybe you caught a bug? You said you’ve been really run down lately.”
Fair enough. I’m about to tell her she might have a point, but I feel her studying me intently before she says, “Maybe you’re pregnant.”
That gets a laugh out of me. “Nope. Thanks to you, we never attend a party without the balloons.”
“Huh?”
“After that scare in Hawaii, we use condoms each and every time,” I clarify.
“Gotcha.” She starts munching on some rice. “Okay, so it’s not that.” She pauses when the fork is halfway to her mouth. “Although…”
I raise a brow. “Although what?”
“Condoms aren’t one-hundred-percent effective. Sometimes little swimmers can still get in.”
True, but the odds of that happening are slim to none. Besides, aunt flow came to town. I’m good.
“There’s no bun in this oven, B. I had my period, remember?”
She nods. “In that case, you’re fine.”
I’m debating nibbling on the burrito again, because even though it gave me food poisoning, it was really good, when a thought occurs to me.
The last period I had was the night Jameson went to the hospital.
Thirty-six days ago.
“We’re a little late this month, huh?”
Breslin makes a face. “Not me. I had my period last week.”
That’s strange because once our cycles sync up, they tend to stay that way.
Breslin places her fork down. “You didn’t get your period this month?”
“Relax, I’m not that late.”
I feel her studying me intently again.
“In case you forgot, I’ve been going through a lot of stress lately. Between finding out what happened to Preston, Becca being a thundercunt, and working my ass off for your fiancé…it’s not exactly smooth sailing around these parts.”
“Okay,” she says. “You’re right. I’ll drop it.”
Finally. I’m about to suggest we order more food, but then she utters, “Maybe we should get a test just to be sure.”
I inwardly groan. “I am not…” I get off the stool, because I know my bestie. She’s like a dog with a bone. Once her brain grabs ahold of an idea, she won’t let go. “You know what? Fine. Let’s go get a stupid test. This way I can prove your stubborn ass wrong.”
She grabs her keys off the island. “I’ll drive.”
Chapter 58
Kit
Two blue lines stare back at me mockingly.
“I think there’s a problem with the test.”
Breslin gestures to the seven other pregnancy tests currently strewn around the bathroom sink. I was convinced the first one I took was a fluke, so we ran out to get more.
“While I think you definitely need to make an appointment with your gyno to confirm for sure, it’s pretty clear you’re pregnant.”
I refuse to accept defeat. However, I will make an appointment with my doctor. So help her God if she’s not back from vacation yet because I will sue the pants off her hiney.
Breslin’s expression softens. “This doesn’t have to change anything unless you want it to. You have options.”
I speak before I can even process my words. “I’m keeping my baby.”
Whomp. There it is. A decision has been made.
I’m all for a woman’s right to choose what’s best for them.
However, I can’t imagine getting rid of something that’s half me and half the person I love most in this world.
Granted, Preston will be surprised when he finds out. Especially since he made it clear he didn’t want kids…but that was before we evolved as a couple. Plus, he’s an amazing dad to Jameson, so of course he wants kids.
I know in my soul he’s going to love this baby just as much as I do.
I rub my stomach, now fully aware that something is growing in there. Something that’s going to change my life forever.
Something that’s going to make me a mom.
Something I can give every ounce of love to.
Just like my parents gave me.
My vision blurs and my heart feels like it expands to more than double its size.
How is it possible to already love someone you’ve never met before?
I don’t know. All I know is that I do.
I look at Breslin who’s tearing up along with me. “I’m having a baby.”
She smiles. “You’re having a baby.”
I’m about to bust out some dance moves…but then I hear footsteps coming up the steps followed by Preston’s voice. “Kit?”
Shit. I didn’t realize we’ve been in here for so long.
Breslin quickly locks the door and I swipe all the tests into the garbage can.
I have no intention of keeping this from Preston, but I want to wait for the perfect time to break the news.
Breslin opens the medicine cabinet and starts tossing various things into the trash while I wad up some tissues and toilet paper to place on top of it.
“You in there, angry girl?” Preston calls out from the adjoining bedroom.
“Yeah, but…” Panicking, I look at Breslin. “So is Breslin.” Preston doesn’t say anything, but I’m so nervous he’s going to suspect something that I blurt out, “She has hemorrhoids and needed some help.”
Glaring daggers at me, Breslin mouths, ‘What the fuck?’
‘Sorry,’ I mouth back.