Page 152 of Rescued By the Beast
"Oh, by the stars, are you pregnant?!" I gasp, my eyes widening.
"What? No!" Lucy laughs on the other end of the line. "Don't even try to guess, because you won't figure it out. You'll only know when you come."
"That's no fun! You're just making me more curious." I click my tongue, feigning irritation.
"You're so dramatic," she teases, still laughing. "But anyway, can you come today? If not, we'll schedule it for my next day off from the hospital."
"I think so. Mark and I don't have any plans, I'll ask if we can go when he finishes work and get back to you."
"Great! Oh, Sandra..."
"What?"
She pauses.
"Nothing, never mind."
I let out a groan of frustration.
“Are you messing with me, Lucy? Argh!”
She just laughs even more before saying goodbye:
"See you later!"
I turn off my mobile phone and notice my heart racing, my skin tingling with anticipation.
What could she want to tell me? It seems like something important. I feel anxious and, at the same time, a twinge of guilt.
Lucy has been open with me, sharing her life with me.
I, on the other hand, still hide the truth about who I am.
So many times I've tried to tell her, but I chickened out at the last second. I know I can't put it off for much longer. Now that she's back in Salem after years away and getting to know my close circle of friends, most of whom are supernatural, she may end up finding out. And I want her to hear it from me...
Maybe this is the right opportunity.
Maybe today I'll find the courage.
Lucy won't abandon me like my parents did. This fear, rooted in me by a family trauma, is something I'm working on in therapy. After everything Mark and I went through to survive, we decided to seek help before getting married. It was one of the best decisions we ever made. It only strengthened what was already unbreakable between us.
With that thought, I get out of bed and head to thehome office. Mark is focused on his computer, typing something with a serious expression. Today he chose to work from home, since hespent the previous night away, coordinating security for an event in the city.
He hears me and stops typing, turning his full attention to me.
"Come here, Kitten," he asks, his voice low and full of affection.
I obey, sitting on his lap and rubbing my face against his neck.
“Is everything alright?”
“Yes, sorry to interrupt. I just wanted to confirm that we can have dinner at Lucy's house today. She and Shadow invited us.”
“I don't have any plans, love. We can go.”
“OK. I said we would go, but I wanted to make sure nothing came up at work.”
He holds my face and kisses me.
