Page 33 of The Last Thing
After a couple of minutes, she sits back, wipes her mouth with some toilet paper, then swipes her hand over her eyes, sniffling.
“Sorry. I hate throwing up.”
I gently run my hand down her back. “It’s okay. You don’t have to apologize. Is it something you ate? A stomach bug? Can I get you anything?”
She waves a hand. “No. It’s… I’ll get some crackers in a minute.”
“Let me get you some water.”
I run back to the kitchen before she can say another word and return with a glass of water for her.
“Thanks.”
“It’s okay. Do you need any medicine? Pepto? Or I think I have some antiemetics from when Soph was sick last.”
“No. It’s fine. I don’t think I can…”
She trails off, breathing heavily.
I stare at her for a moment.
She said no when I asked about the stomach bug or food.
She doesn’t know if she can have meds.
“Hallie…?”
All fragility disappears, and she sits up straight, looking me in the eyes. “I’m pregnant.”
It’s mine.
I know it before she opens her mouth to say it.
She’s pregnant with my baby.
She’s. Pregnant.
Fuck.
Shell-shocked, I stand up, mumble something about seeing her in the morning, and bolt.
CHAPTER TEN
HALLIE
I glanceat the clock for the tenth time in the last two minutes.
On the list of things I don’t want to do today, facing Deck is all of them.
I told him I was pregnant, and he ran his ass out of here like it was on fire.
I get that it was a shock, but what the actual fuck?
When I saw how he was with Sophia yesterday morning, I was briefly hopeful. Maybe my baby would end up with a good dad.
Now I have no idea where we stand, but that’s why I wanted the contract signed. I don’t need to know what’s going on with us. I have a job to do, and I’m going to do it.
Grabbing my keys, I make my way across the hall and knock on the door, pleasant—if slightly robotic—smile in place.
