Page 65 of Wreckage of Me
Oliver’s face drops a little, looking almost sad and regretful.
“Just tell me one thing.”
“What’s that?” my attitude is in full swing.
“Is the baby his?”
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Chapter 1
Becca
Is the baby his?
At the two-week mark after I had unprotected sex with Dylan, I made an appointment to see Dr. Patel at the hospital. He’s been my regular doctor since before I even started working there. I felt weird about it at first, but then decided that it wouldn’t make a difference where I went, the results would be the same.
Dr. Patel was very understanding and non-judgmental about the predicament I’d found myself in. He agreed that I should get my blood drawn, not only to check for pregnancy, but for any possible sexually transmitted diseases as well.
I was going to go and check if they got the results back when I went to work on Monday, trying to enjoy the weekend with Oliver.
Thoughts of Oliver bring me back to the way he spit those words at me.
Is the baby his?
They almost cut me at the knees. I didn’t know what to say. That is not how I thought I’d be getting my confirmation, one way or another. I never expected that Oliver, Dr. Nolan, we’re back to that now, would invade my privacy in such a way.
And now I know. I’m pregnant. Needless to say, it’s Dylan’s baby.
I almost start laughing hysterically at the entire situation. I am pregnant when Dylan made it more than clear that a pregnancy would be a nightmare to him.
Not to mention, Dylan already has a kid. A little boy. Someone he never talks about, nor does he have with him. And now that I think about it, where is this little boy? Who’s taking care of him? He told me before that he was getting custody of him.
I am so lost in my thoughts that I don’t hear Colton entering the room.
“Are you okay?” He sits down next to me on the couch and places a gentle hand on my leg.
“I am,” I assure him, although I am not very sure of it.
Oliver left about three hours ago. I’ve been sitting here in the living room, staring out the window, ever since. The only thing I managed to do right after he made his grand exit was to go upstairs and change into a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt, then came back downstairs and made myself a cup of tea to calm my belly. I haven’t been able to stomach the thought of food.
“Did you and Oliver break up?” My little brother doesn’t sound overly upset by the possible scenario. Oliver didn’t really make any effort to get to know Colton. Maybe he thought there’d be more time, I’m not sure.
“Yeah, we broke up,” I now give him a sad smile. “It’s for the best.”
Colt gives me an apologetic smile. “I’d say I was sorry, but I didn’t think he was the right guy for you.”
“Oh?” What he’s telling me surprises me only because he never mentioned anything about it before.
“Yeah, he’s just so…”
“Pompous?” I decide to help him out, elbowing him playfully in the ribs.
