I'd just finished putting my shoes on when my phone rang. I muttered a curse, then dug it out of my bag, frowning when I looked at the number. "Hello?" I asked, trying to fight back the nerves that had started bubbling up inside me.
"This is Dr. Stark, am I speaking Jade Sinclair?" the man on the other end asked.
I nodded, even though he couldn't see me. "Yes, this is her. What can I do for you?"
"I got the blood results back," he said, then I heard the shuffling of paper. "You'll be happy to know you're not sick!"
And yet, for some reason, I wasn't happy. The doctor had an uplifted tone, so I doubted I was dying, but something told me there was more to the situation. "Then what's wrong with me?" I asked, not wanting to beat around the bush all morning. I needed to leave for work soon and just wanted to get the bad news out of the way.
"You're pregnant!" the doctor exclaimed, clearly happy about this revelation.
Much happier than I was.
For a long moment, I just stood there in shock. I couldn't be pregnant. There was no way. The test had to be wrong.
When I didn't immediately respond, the doctor continued. "From the looks of it, you're about five or six weeks along. We should get you back in soon...." he continued talking, but I zoned out. Five or six weeks ago, the only person I'd slept with was... Christian Frost...
The only person I'd slept with in recent months. The guy before him had been around the first of the year.
The sickness I'd felt earlier was nothing compared to the wave of nauseousness I felt right then. I had to run just to make it to the bathroom in time before everything in my stomach came up. I was still kneeling in front of the toilet when I heard the doctor's voice still coming from my phone.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah," I managed to get out between deep breaths as I fought to keep from puking again. I closed my eyes and wished this would all go away, but that didn't seem to work.
"Sounds like the morning sickness is hitting you all right!" the doctor said with a chuckle. "I've got you down for an appointment for next week. Is that okay?"
"Yeah, sure," I said, still barely focusing on what he was saying. I wasn't anxious to go back to the doctor's office, but I had to. I had to know for sure that this was real and not a mistake. Deep down though, I knew it wasn't.
I was pregnant.
With Christian Frost's child.
I have no idea how long I sat on the floor of the bathroom, unable to move. All I know was I was late to work when I finally managed to drag myself out of the apartment. I did my best to put on a strong act in front of everyone, but it was nearly impossible to keep my focus on work. How was I supposed to worry about schedules and paperwork when I was pregnant with my boss's kid?
It was supposed to be a one-time fling, a night of fun that both of us put behind ourselves afterward. How was I supposed to tell him I was pregnant with his kid? Especially when he didn't even know it was me he'd slept with that night. As far as I knew, he didn't know the identity of his mystery lover of the night. And now what was I supposed to do? Just march into his office and tell him he'd knocked me up?
I didn't need to be a genius to know that wouldn't be a great idea.
There were tons of rumors going around about the different women from the office that he'd slept with, but I didn't believe any of them. I spent more time with him than anyone else in the office. If he'd been banging as many women as the rumor mill suggested, I'd have seen some sign of it. And while he'd always shown up at company events with a different bombshell on his arm, none of them were ever coworkers.
As far as I knew, he didn't sleep with anyone he worked with.
Which just made everything that much more difficult.
Besides, he'd probably already put that night out of his mind. He went to fancy events more often than I did. No doubt he'd been with more than a handful of women since then. Why would he remember one night in the dark with me?
"You okay?" A deep voice said, making me jump and nearly fall out of my chair. When I whirled around Mr. Frost was standing there looking at me with an odd expression on his face. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."
I shrugged, trying to pretend I hadn't just been thinking about the man. "I'm okay. Just tired, I think. I haven't been sleeping well." I tried to swallow the lump in my throat. If Mr. Frost was asking if I was okay, then I really must have looked like garbage. Either that or my work was slipping more than I thought. Neither options were all that great. Mr. Frost wasn't exactly known for being lenient with his employees.
But he just nodded, that same weird look on his face as he looked at me. Then, he let out a soft sigh and nodded toward the door. "Why don't you head out then? Go home and get some sleep. There's not much left for you to do today anyway."
My heart pounded as I watched him, trying to read between the lines. Was that his way of telling me to head home and not return? I'd known bosses to do that before, but I'd never seen Christian do it. He'd fired plenty of employees, but he'd always just come out and said it, rather than trying to be subtle and hoping they got the hint.
But my brain was too muddled to make sense
