Page 125 of Stay With Me
“Duh.” She laughs and then continues telling me about a few of the things they did on their honeymoon. As much as I missed her and want to talk, the possibility I could be pregnant has my mind too distracted.
Considering Tripp and I only had sex three days ago, I know it wouldn’t be his.
And that would be fucking devastating.
My birth control is for a three-month supply at a time, and I take them religiously on time every morning before work. The only times I’ve taken them late are when I was sick and slept in. And since that was after Travis and I had sex, that’d mean the condom Travis used either broke or was expired. Even though the pill isn’t a hundred percent effective, the condom should’ve been a solid backup. Knowing how irresponsible and cheap he is, he probably got a condom from a quarter vending machine.
“Mags? You there?” Noah’s voice beams in my ear, and I snap out of it.
“Yep, sorry. Just, uh...cleaning and watchingHart of Dixie.” I lean back on the couch and prop my feet up on the coffee table.
She gasps. “Without me? How dare you?”
“As if we haven’t seen it eighty million times. Plus, it’s just on in the background while I get shit done around the house.”
“Forever Team George.”
I scoff. “You mean Team Wade. I know you like ’em older and all...but no. Bad boy underdog for the win.”
“Oh my God. George ain’told.”
I snicker at how offended she sounds. “Guess I shouldn’t tell you I was blastin’ a Taylor Swift playlist earlier and baking muffins.”
“Magnolia Sutherland! You’re doing all our favorite things without me.” Her sad, pouty voice makes me laugh.
“Well, I gotta get shit done! Not all of us can go on a two-week honeymoon to the island of bumfuck nowhere. Plus, when I’m home, it gets lonely, so I needed Taylor and Wade to keep me company.”
“Are you at least rememberin’ to feed yourself?”
The thought of food makes me want to throw up. “Mm-hmm.”
“More than girl dinner snacks?”
“Froot Loops is totally an acceptable dinner,” I say, knowing she’s going to scold me. “Oh, and Hot Cheetos.”
She snorts. “Glad nothin’ changed while I was gone.”
“Hey, cookin’ for one person is hard.”
“You can eat at The Lodge on the days you’re workin’ there.”
“By myself?”
“I’m sure you could convince Landen to go with you. He eats like eight times a day.”
“He really does! And where does it all go?” The man has muscles for days.
“No clue. Have you seen him lately? How’s he doing since Sydney?”
“I haven’t seen him since that night, and he’s not replying to my text messages. So I don’t think very well.”
“I feel awful that I wasn’t here. He loved her so much. Tripp said he went into the woods and just started chopping wood.” The sadness in her voice mimics how we all felt when it happened.
“He usually visits me when I’m at the retreat, so I’ll try to talk to him tomorrow. Speaking of, when do I get to see my best friend again?”
“I’m unpacking and doing laundry today, and then I train inthe morning, but I’ll stop by to see you in the afternoon when you aren’t as busy. Plus, I miss my specialty Magnolia coffee.”
“You better not have been cheatin’ on me while you were away.”
