Page 144 of For Wrath and Redemption
Change.
My eyes flutter shut on the word.
Everything is changing.
I make eye contact with Sav again. I give her a sad smile.
“Thank you, Sav, really. I appreciate the offer. But I’m going to have to turn it down.”
“Why?”
My brows jump. “I’m moving back to Virginia.”
“So?”
I chew my cheek, then shrug. “I just don’t think working in the music industry is for me, and I can’t commit to travel or touring at the moment.”
She smiles. “Is it because you’re pregnant?”
I gasp and whip wide eyes at Mabel. She throws up her palms.
“Don’t look at me! I’m a vault!”
I turn back to Sav, my eyebrows nearly hitting my hairline. “How?”
“You have prenatal vitamins on your sink.”
Callie laughs, then slaps a hand over her mouth, and I drop myforehead in my palm with a groan. Mabel drops her hand on my shoulder and rubs.
“If being pregnant is why you don’t want to accept the job offer, we can do most everything remotely,” Sav continues. “We can do video conferences, and I can come to you. I’ll even pay you maternity leave, Claire.”
I groan again. “It’s not that.”
“Well, if it’s about Conrad Henderson, I’m not afraid of him. He might be able to scare all these other companies out of hiring you, but I don’t give two fucks what he has to say. Honestly, it’s disgusting that he would treat the mother of his kid this way, but I guess I’m not surprised. What an asshole.”
A giggle bubbles out of me. I sit up and look at Sav and Callie. They’re so confused, and that just makes me giggle more. My emotions are such a rollercoaster, but I turn to Mabel and find her trying her best not to laugh, too.
Oh God, what a mess.
“Conrad Henderson isn’t the father,” I say slowly, bouncing my eyes between Sav and Callie. I don’t say anything else, but when Sav’s eyes widen, I know she’s figured it out.
“Oh shit, Claire.”
“Oh shit is right.”
“What?” Callie asks. “What am I missing?”
Sav arches a brow but doesn’t speak, so I give Callie the truth.
“Jonah’s the father.”
Her jaw drops. “Oh shit.”
I nod. “Yep.”
“Does he know? How far along are you? What are you going to do?”
“One question at a time, Cal,” Mabel says, but I wave her off.
