Page 91 of Interference
I look down at my growing stomach and push the thought away. While I’m not huge, I am bigger than I used to be. It’s not worth the risk.
My phone rings, pulling me out of my thoughts. When I pull it out of my bag, I smile when I see Kaitlyn’s name.
“Kaitlyn McCoy, figure skater extraordinaire. Are you really gracing me with your attention?” I tease when I answer.
She laughs. “You do wonders for my ego.”
“I try, girl, I try. How are you?”
“I’m good. Training, you know how it is.”
I hum in agreement.
Kaitlyn and I used to train together before we took off for college. She’s one of the only girls that I ever got close to. Despite the fact that we were each other’s biggest competitors on the ice, we never took it out on one another when we were off the ice.
“So how’s school?”
“Good. Busy as hell in all honesty.”
She scoffs. “Tell me about it. These people know we are Olympic-bound. Do they really need to keep pushing us so hard? It’s really unfair. We’re going to represent our country for Christ’s sake, I don’t think it matters if we pass social economics.”
Shaking my head, I laugh. If there’s one thing I know about Kaitlyn, it’s that she loves school. The girl loves to learn.
“So I heard a rumor the other day…” She trails off.
“And you’ve waited this long to call me? Here I thought we were friends,” I tease.
“Well, considering the rumor was about you, I tried waiting you out to see if you would call,” she says, making my heart sink.
Shit, it’s officially out. I knew it was only a matter of time before everyone would know that I wasn’t going to be on the team because I got pregnant, but still.
“What was the rumor?” I ask as I run my thumb over the seam of my jeans along my knee.
“That you were with child.”
“With child? Seriously? Just say pregnant.”
“Well, are you?”
Taking a deep breath, I look back at the ice. My eyes immediately finding Brett.
“I am.”
Kaitlyn’s quiet for a moment. “Well shit, here I was hoping that it was just a rumor from a jealous bitch.”
“Afraid not.”
“Well, you need to be careful of Ashley Summers. She is the one spreading your business. You still rooming with her?”
I sigh. “Unfortunately.”
“Are you okay? Do you need anything?” she asks hesitantly.
Shutting my eyes, I smile. “I’m good. Actually, I’m great.”
“You’re great? You really expect me to believe that? You just told me you’re pregnant, which means the Olympics aren’t happening for you.”
Late at night, when we were little girls, we would stay up late on the phone while our parents slept. When most girls were talking about what boys they thought were cute, we were counting down until the Olympics. We would talk about what country we hoped they would be held in and who we thought would be on the podium with us. At one point, we even joked about how one of us would need to start skating in pairs so that we could both win gold at the same Olympics.
