Page 11 of The Doctor

How could I forget him? Every night, I dream about all the things he did to me in bed.

Lexie: I don’t want to freak you out, but… have you had your period.

I drop my phone as I think back to the last time I had my period. I can’t remember. I mean, they’re not normally memorable, though.

In a daze, I hit Lexie’s name, and the phone starts to ring.

“Oh my god, are you home?” She answers.

“Yes, I just got into bed.”

“Well?” She asks like I know what she’s talking about.

“Well, what? I’m going to try to take a nap and see if I’ll feel better after that.”

“Did you read my messages?” There’s a pause, and then she huffs. “It says you read my messages.”

“I did. I’m home. Yes, I remember the man I went home with. It’s not something I’m bound to forget.” Especially if I keep dreaming about him.

“And my other question?”

“I don’t know. My periods are neither here nor there.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” She asks, exasperated.

“I can’t remember. My periods are a minor inconvenience. They’re light, and I don’t have cramps, so I don’t normally think too much about them.”

“Well, you’re a lucky bitch.” I know. “The reason I asked is what if it’s not a bug, but you’re pregnant?”

“That’s not possible,” I blurt back without thinking. It could be possible. We did have sex without protection, but what are the odds I’d become pregnant from that one time?

“Do I need to explain to you how a baby is made?” She giggles, making me do the same.

I blow out a breath. “I know how it’s done, but I can’t be.”

“Why?” Do I detect a hint of concern in her tone?

“First, what are the odds I’d get pregnant that one time?”

“I can’t tell you the odds. Math like that isn’t my strong suit, but I don’t think the odds are in your favor. Now, what’s the second?”

“Second?” What’s she talking about?

“You said the first was the odds. What’s the second reason as to why you can’t be pregnant?”

I have a feeling she’s going to find fault in what I say next as well.

“I’ll give you the second and the third. I can’t be pregnant because I don’t know Kade’s last name or anything about him, and third, I can’t be a single parent.”

“Oh, Raine. While those are all reasons why you don’t want to be pregnant, they aren’t reasons why you can’t be.” I know, but for now, I’d like to live in a land called denial. “Do you want me to pick up a test and bring it over?”

“You don’t have time for that. I’m just going to take a nap and see how I feel later.”

“You can’t sleep the problem away.”

“I know, but I really think it’s just a bug.” Even as I say the words, I start to doubt myself. I’m never sick. Ever. And I haven’t been around anyone to get sick.

“Okay, you live in the land of deniability, and when you’re ready to talk about, I’ll be here. Call me if you need me,” she says before hanging up.

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