Page 162 of Take My Love
Grabbing my bag, I meet Amelia back in the hallway. “Okay, let’s go.”
“I can’t believe how much I drank last night.” She shakes her head as if she’s disappointed with herself.
“It was a party. Everyone was drinkin’,” I reassure her, driving us out of the parking lot. “Although, I only had two drinks and feel sick as shit.”
“Oh really? Maybe it’s somethin’ you ate.”
“I hope not, but I’ve also been queasy and nauseous, and kinda sweaty. Maybe it’s the flu.”
She leans away from me toward the passenger side window.
I bark out a laugh. “Sorry. It’s probably not.”
“If not, maybe you’re pregnant.”
“Wait, what?” I snap my gaze toward her.
“I had early pregnancy symptoms with my kids that sound like what you’re experiencin’. Do y’all use protection?”
“No, but I’m on the pill.”
She chuckles with a huff. “Yeah, I was too—both times. They’re now seven and two.”
“Oh shit…” My heart beats faster. “Maybe I could be.”
“Might wanna stop at the store on your way back,” she suggests. “Could help ease your mind on why you’re feelin’ this way.”
“Yeah, good idea.”
I try to wrap my mind around the possibility.
Silas and I have talked about starting a family, so it’s not like it’ll be all that surprising, but I hadn’t expected to get pregnant this quickly.
“So…” I hesitate about poking into her business, but I’m nosy when it comes to my siblings. “Are you and Colt?—”
“No!” she cuts me off frantically. “That was just a one-time thing.”
“Does he know that?”
Colton doesn’t do one-night-stands.
She lifts her shoulder. “I assume so. We only just met last night and I didn’t even give him my number.”
“Interestin’…”
“What is?”
“Um…” I contemplate how much to share with her. “Colt doesn’t really do casual hookups.”
“Well, it’s not like anythin’ can come about it. We don’t even live in the same town.” She frowns. “And most guys don’t wanna do the whole kids thing when it’s not theirs.”
I suck in my lips to stop myself from blurting out that singlemoms are exactly Colton’s type. But she’s right. Being two hours apart and living completely different lives won’t make it possible for anything more.
“If you don’t mind me askin’, are the kids’ father involved?”
“No.” She swallows hard, but doesn’t offer any further details, which is fine. I can tell it’s not a topic she wants to discuss.
“What’re your kids’ names?”
