Page 7 of Interference
Both of them nod.
“Then how about we go get some lunch? I’m fucking hungry,” Kellan says.
“I’m game,” Wyatt says.
They both look at me. The last thing I want to do is get lunch, but I know if I don’t, it will only raise their concern more.
“Fine, count me in, but no pizza.”
“Fine,” Kellan mutters.
“We will be out in fifteen,” Wyatt says as they brush past me to go shower and change.
While I wait for them, I stare at the ice.
I’ve missed it. The cool air hitting my cheeks as I skate around, the way fresh ice feels under my feet as I move. The adrenaline rush that hits when you slam someone into the boards.
All of it.
I miss all of it.
I’m just not ready to get back out there. Not yet.
“Does your leg feel okay?” Kellan asks as they join me.
I shake my head, not realizing I had been zoned out long enough for them to shower and change.
“Yeah, why?”
He looks down, and I follow his line of sight.
Shit, I’ve been absentmindedly rubbing my knee. It doesn’t even hurt, and yet I’m rubbing it.
“I’m fine. Let’s go before I change my mind,” I say as I stand.
Once again, they share a look, but I ignore it. Just like I always do.
two
This cannot be happening. It cannot happen at all. What the fuck is going on?
My mind is chaos right now. After the doctor muttered those words, I went into a trance.
She handed me some pamphlets and a recommendation to an OB-GYN. She also gave me the number to an abortion clinic in case that was my decision.
Honestly, the doctor handled it great.
Me? Not so much.
I’ve been home for an hour now, and I haven’t stopped pacing.
I’m pregnant.
How the fuck am I pregnant?
I know how I’m pregnant, though. I let those beautiful brown eyes and wavy brown hair draw me in and steal my autonomy away from me. Fucking Brett Woods.
I wish I had never met him.
