Page 17 of The Baby Twist
“What about them?” She cocked her head.
“I’m sure they would help you out.”
“Ha.” She let out a light laugh. “They’ve pretty much disowned me.”
“Why would they do that?”
“It’s a long story and one I really don’t want to get into.” She picked up her phone and glanced at it. “I need to get inside. I’m not feeling well, and it’s about that time.”
She grabbed her crutches and got up from the chaise lounge.
“It’s about what time?”
“For the morning sickness to kick in. Just go about your day and forget I’m even here. I can take care of myself.”
I got up and opened the door for her as she hobbled inside.
“I’m working from home today and can’t be disturbed. I have some serious work to do.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t bother you,” she said as she went into the half bath and shut the door.
I couldn’t bear to hear her vomiting, so I went to the kitchen and made another cup of coffee. As I leaned over the island with my cup between my hands, I thought about how she said her parents disowned her. What the hell did she do for them to disown their daughter? And what the hell did I get myself into? I really needed to be more careful about whom I chose to sleep with.
She hobbled back into the kitchen and asked me to grab her a bottle of water.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“I will be in a few hours. I’m going to lay back down.”
“Sure. Okay. I was thinking about bringing in a home nurse to help you.”
“I broke my foot, Lucas. I don’t need a home nurse, and I can take care of myself,” she said as I followed her to the bedroom, holding the bottle of water.
“I just think it would be easier.”
“On you?” She stared at me.
I wasn’t going to lie to her.
“Yeah. I don’t have time to?—”
“Deal with me?”
“That’s not what I was going to say, Jenna. Don’t put words in my mouth.”
“I’m really tired, Lucas.” She climbed into bed.
“Get some rest. I’m going to take a shower and then go into my office to start working.”
A few hours had passed,and I was getting nowhere. I stared at the large whiteboard hanging on the wall and rubbed the back of my neck. My phone rang, and it was my father calling. Shit. I didn’t need this right now.
“Hey, Dad.” I put him on speaker.
“Lucas, have you made any progress yet?”
“I’m trying, Dad. I’ve been working non-stop, and so has my team,” I spoke as I headed to the kitchen for something to eat.
“One week is all we have left. One week, Lucas!”
