Page 54 of Love Me Ever After
When?
I grasped the edge of the table to steady me, even though I was sitting down.
Pregnant?
But everything pointed towards it. Come to think of it, my tits had been really sore the past few days, but I thought that’s because I was due on. Now it seemed that wasn’t the case.
Georgie grabbed my hand. “Are you okay?”
My head spun. “I don’t know. This is all a bit much to take in. It’s not even something I’d ever thought about. Me and Mason, we’d never talked about kids.” Suddenly my head banged. Why was Mason hundreds of miles away in a different time zone?
“I guess you won’t know for sure until you do a test.” Georgie checked the time. “Shit. The pharmacy closed ten minutes ago.”
Peeing on a stick to find out whether my life was going to change. Even the thought of doing a test made me want to vomit.
“I think I need to go home.” I pushed my chair back and stood up so quickly, I started swaying.
Georgie leaped up and steadied me. “Do you want me to come with you?”
“No. I’ll be fine. I need to be on my own for a bit.”
“Okay. Make sure you call me if you need anything.” Reluctantly, Georgie let me go.
The house was empty when I got there and I was thankful for the peace and quiet. The last thing I felt like doing was sharing my suspicions with Sara. She would have driven to the nearest twenty-four-hour supermarket to get a pregnancy test there and then.
I went up to my room, tugged off all my clothes and pulled on one of Mason’s t-shirts. Snuggling under the covers, I curled into a ball, my knees to my chest. The position comforted me, calming the tsunami of thoughts in my head. After a few moments, I reached for my phone. Still nothing from Mason. It would be almost six o’clock there now. Did I want to blow his chances of getting that job by telling him I might be pregnant?
No. I had to wait. Not just for his sanity, but for my own too. It might be a virus or maybe the UTI I’d initially thought. There was no point in bringing something up if it wasn’t even true. I unfolded my legs and stretched out, running my hands over my stomach.
Whatever happened, I had to be sure before I spoke to Mason.
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The soundof my phone ringing at a ridiculous volume blasted through my ears.
I groaned, pressed the reject button and rolled over, reaching out for Ems. When I found the bed empty, I opened my eyes, staring at a blank hotel wall instead.
The phone rang again and I squinted at the screen.
“Hey, Whit, what’s up?”
“Do you know what time it is?” she whisper-hissed.
I held the phone in front of my face and tried to focus. “Just after eight.”
“So where the fuck are you?”
At her question, I sat bolt upright. I shouldn’t still be in my hotel room. I should be at the Lane & Parks offices, mingling with the other candidates.
“Shit! Fuck! Bollocks!” I scrambled out of my clothes from the previous evening, still talking to Whit. “Can you cover for me? I need a shower and then I’ll run over to the office. Shouldn’t take me too long. Tell them I had jet lag or something.”
“You owe me for this.”
“Thanks, Whit, you’re an angel,” I said, but she’d already hung up.
What the fuck had I been thinking doing shots the night before an important interview? Clearly, I had no self-control.
