Page 108 of Beautifully Wild

Amy disappears out of the room.

Yasmine hands me a wine glass and takes a sip from her half-full crystal glass.

“Have you been chatting about Tinder dates waiting for me to arrive?”

Yasmine rolls her eyes. “Her list is insane. For every minute we waited for you, she cursed Ethan. I don’t like the guy, but Amy despises him.”

“I’ll chat with her. She doesn’t need to worry. There’s no chance of us getting back together. Besides, if I’ve moved on, she shouldn’t be so worked up about him.”

“I need to tell you something,” she says. “Michael is messaging me again. He called a few nights ago and apologized over and over. He wants to remain friends and plan a holiday together somewhere else.”

“What?”

Amy waltzes into the room holding four tops and a black mini skirt. “What do you think?”

I give Yasmine a look that our conversation will be continued, and then smile at Amy.

“It’s a Tinder date, right?” I hold up each top to decide if it’s suitable. “I like this one.”

“That one’s for you. It doesn’t suit me.” It’s a low-cut navy top with frills along the bust line.

“Thanks.” I love receiving clothes from Amy. She often buys them, then changes her mind and sends them my way. Amy strips to try on the others, and I do the same to check if the navy top fits.

“Stop buying online and come into my shop,” Yasmine tells her. “I’ll fit you out properly, so there are no rash purchases.”

“I know. I love your store, but I do most of my shopping at night when I can’t sleep. Damn, girl.” Amy stares at me wide-eyed. “Check out your tits.”

“What?” I glance down to my ample cleavage and clutch both breasts. “You know, they’ve been sore the last week. It’s like I’m getting my period, except I haven’t had one in years because of my implant.”

“Does it need changing?” Yasmine asks, holding one of the other tops against her chest.

I stare at Yasmine, my mind ticking over. “Shit.” I reach for my phone and scroll through my calendar. “April,” I murmur. “I forgot to make an appointment.”

Yasmine stares at me. “Sore tits. Anything else?”

“Apart from the crazy dreams from our meds, I want to pee all the time now that the weather has turned cold?”

“I don’t want to pee,” Amy says.

“Same,” Yasmine adds. “You better get a pregnancy test.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Only, I have a gut feeling something’s not right, so I push the wine away.

Amy grabs her keys. “Right. We’re all going for a ride to the pharmacy,” she says, leaving her glass of wine untouched.

On my right, Amy stares at the stick on the table. On my left, Yasmine’s gaze is fixed on the same spot. Elbows on the table, we wait the three minutes as directed on the box. I keep looking away as though it’s all a joke, and it will read negative.

“I see a second blue line,” Amy says, and our heads dip closer.

“I don’t see anything.”

“I do,” Yasmine quips. She grabs the stick and holds it up to her eyes. “There’s definitely another line, Edes.”

“Show me.” I take it from her fingers, and sure enough, it’s there. Two blue lines. “Shit.” I drop the stick back on the paper. “This isn’t good.”

“Home tests aren’t always accurate. You need a blood test, so make an appointment with your GP,” Amy says, trying to calm me.

“I need a check-up as I need to have my rod removed anyway. So, I can mention it then.”

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