Page 68 of Ronen
“I ordered a delivery last night,” he blushed a little under my scrutiny. “I got other stuff too. Sprite, crackers, pepperminttea.” At the face I made when he mentioned tea, he laughed. “Sorry, it’s supposed to be good for upset stomachs. No tea. Isn’t tea in your blood or something?”
“Papa lives on tea. I find it disgusting.” Groaning, I flipped the blankets back. “Though, I’m not sure I’m up for coffee either. Maybe just a Sprite. Where’s the bathroom?”
Mason pointed at the open doorway, and Oreo trotted right beside me. “Across the hall. I’ll just go get your drink.”
Ten minutes later, I sat on the closed toilet seat, sipping my cold drink, while Mason stared in shock at the positive pregnancy test.
“Told you.”
Did my voice sound smug? I wasn’t feeling it really, but I did like it when I was right. Though it would have been nice to be wrong about this.
“We’re having a baby?” Mason said for at least the fifth time in as many minutes.
“Technically, I’m having the baby, but yes, it appears so.”
Oreo flopped down on the bathroom floor with a grunt, taking up the last remaining free space in the room there was. The bathroom was original to the house, and typical for the era, not that spacious.
“Where’s my phone?” I asked, sitting my drink on the small vanity.
“Bedroom,” Mason mumbled, still staring at the test like if he stared hard enough, the answer on it was going to change.
Finding my phone on the nightstand next to the side I had been sleeping on, I walked back towards the bathroom, waiting for my cousin to answer.
“It’s too early,” My cousin, Logan, groaned in my ear.
“It’s like ten,” I told him dryly.
“And I was delivering a baby three hours ago. What do you want?”
“How accurate are home pregnancy tests?”
“We use them in the clinic, if that tells you anything,” he sounded half asleep. “Why? Ohhh…ohh shit! Ro! Are you? Wait, no, not you. Is it Charlie? It better not be Sammi, I swear to the Goddess. I don’t care how old she is, I will kick some alpha’s ass if they knock my sister up.”
“Why did you say no to it being me?” I asked, feeling slightly offended at his quick dismissal.
“No reason,” Logan sounded wide awake now, but refused to expand his answer.
“How long would it take to confirm a positive at home test?”
“Not long,” Logan yawned, “I mean we usually will do a blood test in the office.”
“And can that be done today?”
He groaned, “It’s Sunday. Just tell me which one of the girls thinks they are pregnant, and whose ass I need to kick.”
“Me, and the ass would be Mason.”
Logan was silent on the phone. “Mason Caldwell? I thought you hated him. What the fuck is happening? Am I dreaming?”
“A lot has happened in the last month,” I told him quietly. “Look, can you do me a solid and verify this test? I don’t want the whole family to know. Can you do this for me, Lo?”
Next to Charlie, Logan was the cousin I was closest to. And he could be trusted to keep his mouth shut. It was well known in our family, if you wanted everyone to know, you told Charlie or Sammi, and if you wanted someone to keep your secrets, you went to Logan.
“Yeah, yeah,” Logan was serious now. “Meet me at the clinic in,” he groaned, “give me two hours. It was a long night, and I need a shower and a pot of coffee. The lab techs aren’t in, but we can do an ultrasound. Do you know how far along you are?”
“Like a month,” I hedged, staring at Mason, who stared right back.
“We should be able to see something with an abdominal one,” Logan said. “If not, I don’t want to be the one to do an internal one on you, so you’ll have to wait and make an appointment with Lily.”
