Page 116 of Set the Moment
“You are worth fighting for, Sienna.”
“Promise?” I ask, stupidly holding up my pinky as he chuckles.
“I promise.” He smiles, leaning forward and connecting our lips in a soft kiss.
forty-five
Sienna
It’sbeenaweeksince Thanksgiving, and everything between Jace and I has been perfect…Dare I say, too perfect? We’ve been in our own little bubble, thinking that we’re safe in the world, but I have this nagging feeling in the back of my mind that shit is about to hit the fan.
Jace snuggles into my stomach, his face in my belly with his arms wrapped around my back as we sit on the couch, watching a movie.
It’s early in the morning and SFU plays Brighton today. However, since the Winter Showcase is tomorrow, I have to spend the entirety of today practicing with Daisy to fix things up.
“Don’t worry…We’ll kick their asses, angel,” he mumbles, sleepily drawing circles in my back as I play with his hair.
He’s been super exhausted lately working on art pieces and practicing with the hockey team. It’s been so hectic between us that we haven’t even had time to keep knocking items off of my list.
“I don’t know, Heart…Something just feels off.” I frown, eyes trained on the screen as he pops his head up.
Jace studies me for a moment before a devilish smirk dances across his lips. “You know a good way to relieve stress and burn calories?”
“Yoga?” I tease, watching him as he jumps off the couch before he hauls me over his shoulder.
“Jace!”
He smacks my ass. “I’ll be sure to bend you like a pretzel, angel.”
That uneasy feeling doesn’t dissipate after Jace and I have sex, itheightens. He had to leave shortly after we finished, which was fine seeing as I needed to head out, too. Only I’m not going to the studio first. No, first I’m heading to the pharmacy.
Sienna, you are just anxious about your recital…That’s all. It has nothing to do with your late period.
I sound fucking dumb even in my own head.
A late period could mean a lot of things, and maybe I’m just a few days late since sex throws off your hormones, but this feeling of unease gnawing at my gut won’t go away unless I dosomethingabout it.
Denver calls me on video chat as soon as I pull up to the pharmacy. She’s smiling brightly wearing an SFU Men’s Hockey jersey with a margarita glass raised in the air, but when she sees my face, her smile falters and she exits the room heading outside.
“What happened?” she questions almost instantly, closing the balcony door behind her as I put in my headphones.
“I’m getting a pregnancy test.”
Denver’s brows crease as she puts the phone closer to her face. “But you’re a vir—Oh my God, get the test right now. How late are you?”
This is the part that I know she’ll look at me funny.
“Two days…”
I know that she doesn’t mean for it to happen, but she snorts quickly before masking her humor.
“If getting a pregnancy test will make you feel better, then get it. However, buying a test when you’re not a full week late may not do anything because yourperiod could always come tomorrow.” Her lips deepen in a frown, as I mimic her facial expression.
“I’ll tell you what…I’ll sit on the phone with you while you take it, and if it’s positive, we’ll have a beautiful Sienna look-alike running around. If it’s not, cheers to the freakin’ weekend,” She cheers, taking a sip from her margarita.
I laugh at my friend and continue through the store to the aisle where all of the tests are.
“Which one do I get?” I ask, whispering as she shrugs.
