Page 146 of Wild Blades

I was never like this when Michael and I separated.

This feels horrific.

Like someone jumped down my throat, tore out my heart, then chopped it up into tiny pieces and fed me it.

Wade hates me.

Hates the world and thinks everyone is against him.

Which feels true because Marcus is yet to make a statement, same with Miranda, not that I expected it from her, but from Marcus. I thought he would have released one by now to save face and for the sake of the team.

They don’t care about Wade the way I do. I love him.

I brush my teeth and instantly gag, hurling into the sink unexpectedly.

“What the hell is wrong with me?” I groan between heaves.

“You’re lovesick,” Joy says sympathetically.

“Or…” Ellis’ words drift off.

Appearing by the side of me, she looks at my reflection in the mirror. “When was your last period?”

“I’m feel like I’m dying, Ellis, I’m as sick as a dog, now is not the time to be ask…” I realize what she’s implying. “I’m pregnant?”

CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

Kali

Knowing Wade hasn’t left his house at Caulder Creek in three weeks, I pull up outside and turn off the engine.

Having to stop at least ten times to be sick by the side of the road on my way here, I’m relieved at the sight of Wade’s house.

I need to pee badly. Although he hasn’t let me in yet so I may have to pee in a bush.

After Ellis’s suspicions this morning, she ran out to the pharmacy to buy me a pregnancy test. Not just one, but ten tests later, each positive one confirmed she was right.

I’m pregnant.

And then I remembered I had forgotten to take my contraceptive pills to LA, and we weren’t exactly safe.

I thought I would be okay missing a couple of days.

I was wrong.

And now my body is growing the perfect little jelly bean. Overwhelmed with joy, I cried with happiness and jumped in Joy’s car straight after, desperate to tell Wade.

Having not driven for years until lately, and with the amount of snow that fell overnight, I drove extra carefully in case of anaccident. Not being so confident on the roads as I once was, it took me much longer to get here.

I stare at Wade’s truck parked in the driveway beside a car I don’t recognize and wonder who the hell he’s let into the house when he won’t let me anywhere near him.

Stepping out of the car, full of determination, I’ve decided I’m not leaving until he talks to me.

Tentatively making my way to the door, the fear of him refusing to answer courses through my thoughts. I’m not sure I can handle another dismissal from him.

I walk across the drive and up the stairs, holding onto the rail at the top, feeling slightly dizzy. I’m already sweating, imagining him rejecting us both. Because it’s not just me to think about anymore.

There are two of us now.

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