Page 127 of To Hate Adam Connor

“Hello. Yes, I’m Lucy Meyer.”

I blindly reached for Olive’s hand, and she held it in her tight grasp.

“Yes. Yes, I’d like to know, please.”

I heard the words. Thanked her. Ended the call. Gently placed my phone down, and just stood there.

“Lucy?”

Starting to feel nauseous, I walked over to the couch and sat down. Olive rushed into the kitchen and came back with a glass of water; I assumed I must’ve mumbled something about feeling nauseous.

Kneeling in front of me, she waited for me to speak.

I swallowed, cleared my throat, and then finally spoke as I looked into my friend’s worried eyes.

“I’m not pregnant. I’m…” I flattened my palms against my stomach. “We’re not having a baby.”

“But your period…”

“I don’t know. Maybe it decided to take a vacation?”

“Could be. You were stressed and sad about the break up.”

Seconds ticked by in silence, then Olive got up from the floor and sat down next to me.

“What does it say about me that I’m relieved, Olive? Does that make me a bad person?”

“Oh, Lucy.” She put her arm around me, and we fell back against the couch. “Of course it doesn’t.”

“I still feel like a bad person.”

“Well, you aren’t, so stop thinking like that.”

“I just didn’t want to make the same mistakes they did. That was the whole point.”

“I know, Lucy, and that’s okay. It’s okay to want to be different even though you’re already nothing like them.”

Itching to change the subject, I said, “I’m not pregnant, and you’re rich.” I let that simmer for a while then glanced at my best friend, allowing myself a hint of a smile. “I think this calls for a celebration.”

“Dance party?”

“With singing and everything.”

“Jason is meeting with Tom and…Adam, so I think we should invite your future love interest and his adorable son, too.”

I groaned and got up from the couch. Wait a minute… “Why is he meeting with Jason and Tom?”

“Tom has a script for the two of them. They might end up being costars. So, you see, now you have to marry him so we can travel together while they are shooting on location and even do interviews. We’ll be like Kristen Bell and Mila Kunis.”

“Only they are actresses and we’re not,” I pointed out.

“Well, yeah, but they are married to actors and they’re all friends.”

I thought about it—not the Kristen Bell-Mila Kunis part, of course, and not even the crazy marriage part, but the simple inviting Adam and Aiden part. I’d missed the little human after all, and…and it wouldn’t hurt to have Adam Connor around either; he was good eye candy.

Especially when my stupid little heart pitter-pattered so happily when he was around.

“Fine,” I grumbled. “Fine. Let’s call him too.”

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