Page 31 of The Baby Twist
“Just water for me.” I smiled.
“Water?” Lindsey cocked her head. “Are you a recovering alcoholic?” She laughed.
“Recovering, never. I love a good scotch more than I should sometimes. But I need to stick with water because I’m pregnant.”
“You’re pregnant!” Amara shouted.
“Oh, my God!” Lindsey exclaimed. “Did you just find out? You never mentioned you had a boyfriend.”
“I’m almost twelve weeks. I didn’t want to say anything just in case?—”
“Totally understandable.” Amara grinned.
“Who’s the baby’s father?” Lindsey asked.
“This guy. We didn’t work out, and I’m moving on.”
“Aw. That’s so sad,” Amara said as she reached over and placed her hand on mine.
“Not really.” I smiled.
“Here’s your water, Jenna.”
“Thanks, Jake. “Who needs a man in their life anyway?” I held up my drink. “No offense to you, Jake. Or to you, Cameron.”
“None taken,” they both spoke at the same time.
“Oh my, look who just walked in with the new flavor of the week,” Lindsey said as she stared straight ahead.
Turning my head, I saw Lucas with some woman: five foot five, with long brown wavy hair, and as skinny as an anorexic teenager. I quickly turned around as I sipped my water. What I wouldn’t give to have a scotch in my hand at this moment.
“So, Jenna, does Mr. Thorne know you’re pregnant?” Cameron asked.
“Yeah. He knows. I told him when he asked me to come work for him.”
“By the way, how did you know about the project?” Jake asked. “That was top secret.”
“A mutual friend mentioned to him that I might be able to help out. So, he contacted me, and the rest is history.” I smiled.
“What’s it like being a total genius?” Amara asked.
“It can suck sometimes.”
I turned my attention to the table where Lucas and the woman he was with were sitting, and he spotted me. Giving him a big smile, I waved at him. He slowly lifted his hand and gave me a small wave back. While talking with my coworkers, I noticed the woman walk by and head toward the restrooms.I shouldn’t. Yes, I should. Don’t do it, Jenna. Do it, Jenna. You know you want to.
“I’ll be right back. I need to use the ladies’ room,” I told the group as I stood up.
Walking into the bathroom, I stood at the sink and waited for her to come out of the stall. When she did and walked over to the sink, I gave her a friendly smile.
“I love your dress,” I told her as I pretended to check my makeup in the mirror.
“Thanks. I love your hair. It looks so healthy.”
“Oh my gosh. Thank you so much. I honestly think it’s the prenatal vitamins I’m taking.”
“You’re pregnant?” she asked.
“I am. Almost twelve weeks.”
