Page 55 of The Lover
Although there had been a feeling of… tightness. I guess that was the best way to describe it.
“What about nausea?”
I shook my head again. “No, nothing like that.”
“Okay. Well, let’s get that sample and we’ll confirm you are pregnant. Then what you’re going to want to do is just watch the bleeding. See if it intensifies. In the meantime, rest, avoid heavy work, no sex for a few weeks, sorry, and pads only. No tampons.”
I nodded and then went to pee in a cup.
I left with a sample of prenatal vitamins and sense of dread. If sex was off the table then I was going to have to tell Jake, and that meant he was going to freak out on me. I had no doubt if he could wrap me in bubble wrap for nine months he would.
I headed over to Nash’s and bought the groceries, and thought about how to tell Jake there might be a problem.
Or could I get away withI just wasn’t in the moodfor a few weeks?
Given the other day I woke him up with my hand down his underwear, practically begging for his dick, probably not.
Besides, this was probably something he would get really pissed about if I didn’t tell him. He got mad when I sold the trust fund without telling him, but my excuse was that it had been my money, so it was my choice. Then again when I chose to drop out of college.
But this baby was half him, so he had to be included in the process. I wasn’t going to track him down on the ranch, but tonight when he got home I would tell him about the spotting, the visit to the clinic, and that we would have to abstain from intercourse.
Then I would give him a blowjob. That might help contain the freak out.
It was a solid plan.
Until the cramping started.
Fifteen
Jake
Ihad just putWyatt in his stall and was making my way out of the barn when I heard Ellie scream my name. It wasn’t a good scream either. Not the kind she gave me in bed.
That sound. That was the sound of Ellie in pain. I started running as fast as I could and I could see her at the back door of the house. Holding on to the door frame, bent over and obviously in a lot of pain.
I rushed to her and found her crying.
“Something’s wrong, something’s wrong. There was some spotting and I went to the clinic and I was going tell you tonight I swear, but now it really hurts.”
I wasn’t listening to any of that. Instead I was focused on the on hand towel she was holding between her legs that was red with her blood.
I didn’t think, I didn’t ask any questions. I just scooped her up in my arms and ran as fast as I could to the truck parked under the portico. My keys were in it, out of habit, and as gently as I could I slid Ellie in the back seat. Immediately she curled up in pain.
“Shit,” I cursed. Then I hopped in behind the wheel and drove as fast as I knew how to drive.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she said.
“Stop saying that.”
She was writhing in pain in the back seat and trying to tell me she was sorry.
“No, it’s my fault,” she sobbed. “It’s because I was upset at first. I didn’t want to be pregnant. So this happened.”
“Nothing is your fault, Ellie. You did nothing wrong!”
“I’m so sorry, Jake. I’m sorry.”
“Stop saying that.”
