Ava’s eyes widen, as Kendra goes deathly quiet, making me wonder what the hell is wrong with them. “What?” I ask both of them.
Kendra suddenly has something important going on with her napkin, as Ava asks, “Could you be pregnant?”
I scoff, because the question is so ludicrous. “What? No, I’m on the pill.”
“Hate to break it to you, but I was on the shot, when I got pregnant with Nikolai.”
The thought that I could be pregnant is so crazy that I instantly reject the idea. Shaking my head, I claim, “No. It’s not possible. I mean, I take my pill every day, and I just can’t be.”
“Weren’t you sick a few months back?” Kendra asks, as if that’s supposed to make sense.
“Yeah, I had the flu.”
“And strep,” she quickly adds. “And you were taking antibiotics for it.”
Giving her a blank look, I ask, “So, what’s your point?”
Ava lays a hand on mine, as she softly claims, “You do realize antibiotics counter act with the pill. The doctor should’ve told you that.”
I frown, as I remember getting the prescription, but I don’t recall that little tidbit of information. Still in denial, I say, “No, that’s not what’s happening. I … no …” Glancing to Kendra, and then to Ava, they both have the same look. They’re both already convinced I’m knocked up, and I just can’t believe it. “No, it’s not happening,” I say out loud more for myself than them.
Jumping up, they stare up at me, like I’ve suddenly grown two heads. “I’m going to the drug store to buy a test, and when it comes back negative, you both owe me a drink.”
They don’t utter a word, as we pay for our uneaten food, and then we walk down a few blocks to a drug store. I don’t know why they’re so stuck on this pregnancy thing, but I’m determined to prove them wrong.
Turns out, they weren’t wrong.
Trust me, I peed on multiple tests just to be sure, but every single one, showed the same results.
I’m pregnant.
The idea that I could’ve been was so shocking, but now, it’s not just an idea anymore. I’m not sure how I’m supposed to feel about it, mostly because this is so unplanned. Am I ready to be a mom? Not only that, but what will Sebastian say?
What will he think?
As I walk down the hall towards our apartment, my stomach turns, and it has nothing to do with a baby. It’s fear. It’s uncertainty. What if he thinks I got pregnant on purpose? The last thing I want, is for him to think I’m trying to trap him, or even do anything close to what Misty did. She lied to Viktor about her baby, claiming it was Sebastian’s, and I do not want him to even consider I would do anything like that.
But no matter how many times I remind myself he’s changed and is beginning to trust me, I worry it’s not enough. It’s too soon for a … baby. God, just thinking of that word makes my stomach dip with unease. I don’t know the first thing about being a parent, and I’m utterly terrified. Sure, I’ve thought about having kids more in the past few months than I ever have before, but that doesn’t mean I’m ready for it.
Stopping in front of the door, I look down and touch my stomach. What if he doesn’t want the baby? The more I look down at my stomach, the more a feeling of calmness washes through me. I can’t explain it, but suddenly, I know what I need to do. Even if I’m scared of what Sebastian will say, I know what I want. Swallowing hard, I push out a breath, and decide that the only way I’m going to know for sure if he’s on board, is to just tell him.
Either way, I’m keeping the baby.
Opening the door, I walk inside, and instantly spot him in the kitchen. His back is to me, and I already know he’s preparing dinner. Every night, he cooks a very nice supper, and every night, I’m blown away at his culinary skills.
As I shut the door and set my purse down, he turns, showing off that dazzling smile reserved for just me. It’s the one that I love to see, and I tell him all the time to show it off more. “Welcome home,” he says, and that’s when I notice the raw meat on the cutting board.
“How was your girl’s day?” He asks, but all I can focus on is that meat. The sudden urge to vomit is present, and I try my best to hold it back. “Trixie? Are you okay?”
Losing the battle against the nausea, I cover my mouth with my hand, and then race towards the bathroom. Thankfully, I make it just in time to empty the contents of my stomach. As I hover over the toilet, I feel a hand on my back, comforting me.
After a few more moments, I think the urge is gone. Quickly flushing, I sit back, trying to get a handle over myself. “What’s wrong, Trixie?”
Gazing up, I have an insane impulse to cry, which is stupid, because I have no reason to feel this way. Shaking my head, I ask, “Would you mind giving me a minute?”
With his nod, he helps me off the floor, and then leaves me alone in the bathroom. Walking over to the sink, I brush my teeth, and then finish off with mouthwash. Once my mouth feels better, I look at myself in the mirror, wondering how Sebastian is going to react. Will he be happy about this? I never thought I would be put in the position, and it’s one I wish I didn’t have to worry about. Unfortunately, I am, and it’s time to stop putting it off.
Pushing back my shoulders, I walk out of the bathroom, heading back towards the kitchen,
