Page 45 of Knocked Up by Her Daddy's Friends

The club is overwhelmingly loud, packed full of young people getting drunk and having a good time. We push our way toward the bar where Meghan quickly gets served by fluttering her eyelashes and pushing her breasts into the handsome bartender's line of vision.

“Four vodka cranberries and four shots of tequila, please!” she shouts over the heavy bass of the club music.

“Coming right up,” he replies with a wink and a smile that reveals his straight white teeth.

“I don’t want a shot!” I try shouting out, but my voice is lost, the girls too busy giggling over the cute barman.

I shake my head, refusing the tequila shot when Meghan tries to hand it to me, she shrugs, knocking mine back as well as hers with the others as they whoop and cheer. My drink is thrust into my hand, and I take a tentative sip, grimacing at the taste. I’ve not had a drink in a while, and it tastes revolting to me now. Perhaps it’s just the cheap watered-down spirits they use here compared to the good stuff I was having at the Angels of Havoc club.

I allow the girls to drag me to the dancefloor where we dance and sway with the beat. The girls’ happiness is infectious, and I find myself starting to have a good time. It feels like old times again when the four of us would do girls’ nights out all the time.

Inevitably though, after a while, the advances of guys hitting on us stop being rebuffed. The girls have had several more drinks and soon Meghan disappears on the dancefloor, dancing with some guy. Trish spots a guy she’s had a crush on for a while and her face turns bright red when he comes over to ask her if she’d like a drink, but she nods happily and allows him to pull her away, throwing us a gleeful look over her shoulder as she goes.

The heat of the club and the dancing, combined with the one drink I’ve had seem to hit me all at once and all of a sudden, I feel like I’m about to throw up. Panicked, I cover my mouth with my hands and race toward the restroom, pushing my way through the crowd.

Fortunately, for once there isn’t a line of drunken women waiting to pee and I race into the only available stall just in time as the vomit rises, bringing the vodka cranberry back up. The blood-red color splashes against the white of the porcelain bowl.

“Skye?” I hear Lucy’s concerned voice from outside the stall.

I’m too busy being sick to respond, but I didn’t have time to lock the door, so she slowly pushes it open and crams inside the small stall, holding my hair back for me and patting me on the back soothingly.

“Better?” she asks as I finally stop heaving and flush.

“I think so,” I reply hoarsely, closing the toilet lid and sitting on it.

“I thought you didn’t drink that much,” she says, tilting her head to one side.

“I didn’t. I only had the one. I’d worry it was spiked but I feel fine, other than having just been sick of course, and I’ve been being sick for weeks now,” I reply with a groan.

“You could be pregnant,” Lucy says, almost off-handedly in a joking way.

But then it clicks into place, my symptoms definitely are those a pregnant woman would experience. “No… I can’t be. I’m on the pill…” I say my voice betraying my doubt.

“Yeah, but those things aren’t one hundred percent guaranteed. Did you forget to take any?” she asks sensibly.

I shake my head, “Never. We used condoms before I started the pill, we only went without after I went on it.”

“Hmm, did you start taking it during the first five days of your period?” she says tapping her chin in thought.

“No, why?”

Trish looks worried, as though we were just kidding but now, she thinks there’s a chance I could be. “Skye, how soon after you went on it did you have unprotected sex?”

“More or less right away, why?” I ask my stomach tying itself in knots.

“If you don’t take it within the first five days of your period it won’t work until at least a week… Didn’t your doctor tell you that?”

“No, they didn’t,” I reply as it dawns on me the very real fact that I could indeed be pregnant and that one of four men could be the father.

“Skye, I think it could be worth taking a test, just to be sure.”

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit. You’re right yes. I have to go,” I reply, standing up.

“Right now?” Lucy says, a little alarmed. “I mean… sure, let’s go. Should we get the others?”

I shake my head, “No, leave them. Let them have fun, and besides, I’d rather this stays between us for now, if that’s okay?”

Lucy squeezes my hand, “Of course. Come on, let’s go.”

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