Page 71 of Some Sort of Crazy (Happy Crazy Love 2)
I smiled as my belly fluttered. Some things would never change.
“I thought of you in the shower too, in case you were wondering. And on the couch, and in the kitchen, and in my bed…”
The smile faded as I thought about his bed and wondered if he’d had anyone in it since I left. The thought made me sick to my stomach.
“Anyway, I miss you and want to hear your voice. Give me a call if you want.”
I played the message again and again and again, missing him more each time, that ache in my chest growing stronger. That’s why you can’t call him back, I told myself. You’ll only want him more.
Setting the phone aside, I switched off my lamp and rolled on to my belly. But my breasts were sore because I was about to get my period, so I flipped over onto my back. That must be why I’ve been so moody this week. I didn’t even think about that. Maybe that’s why I’ve been tired too, although I’ve never had PMS this bad before. I bet it’s the new pill. I’d switched brands last month because I’d had too much spotting, but was this one was going to make me feel awful every month? I couldn’t win. Maybe I’d go off it altogether. Not like I had a lot of sex on the horizon anyway.
Cranky at the thought, and suddenly hot under the covers, I kicked them off and lay like a starfish, making a mental note to call the doctor next week after my period was over.
Except that it never arrived.
Ten days after Miles’s voicemail, I sat on the edge of the tub and stared at the plus signs. There were four of them because I hadn’t believed the first test could be right, nor the second or third. But the fourth…the fourth was the kicker.
I was pregnant.
By Miles Haas.
A huge wave of dizziness and nausea rushed through me, and I quickly knelt in front of the toilet until it passed. Then I sat on the cold white tiles with my hands cradling my stomach, sweaty, hot, and shaking.
OK, think. Just think. One step at a time.
First, I needed to make a doctor’s appointment and get a blood test to make sure I really was knocked up. Maybe the tests were defective.
Four tests? And what about the fact that you’re a week late? You’ve never been a week late, not ever.
I looked down at my belly in disbelief. Was it possible that Miles had gotten me pregnant?
Of course it’s possible! You had sex without a condom, didn’t you?
But…but I was on the pill! It always worked for me and Dan! For eight years! Had I fucked up the cycle when I’d switched brands? I knew I’d missed a pill the night I slept at Miles’s house, but I’d taken the missed one right away the next morning. And I’d taken another one that night. I’d done that before and it had been fine!
Moaning, I got off the floor and stood in front of the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. Flattened my hands over my belly. It didn’t feel any rounder than usual, but then again, even if I was pregnant, I wouldn’
t show for a while yet.
If I kept it.
Don’t think about that yet. You don’t even know for sure.
But I felt like I did.
Trembling, I went down to the kitchen and dug my phone from my purse to call the doctor.
• • •
The next day, I left my OB’s office and drove straight to Skylar and Sebastian’s cabin. Beside me on the seat was a stack of pamphlets about prenatal vitamins, breastfeeding, and my “options.”
My stomach churned as I thought them over.
I could terminate the pregnancy.
I could proceed with the pregnancy and give the baby up for adoption.
I could have the baby and…have a baby.
