Page 102 of Surprised By Love

“It’s just after eleven.”

“What?” I spring up and regret it instantly. My stomach rolls and I brace myself, waiting for the nausea to pass.

“Hey, it’s okay. You needed the rest. I stopped by the diner and Vicki told me you’re not feeling so good. I made a quick run into Pineridge to grab something, then came right here.”

I raise a brow. “What did you need to get at Pineridge you couldn’t get here?”

“This,” she says, pulling a pregnancy test out of her purse.

My eyes go wide. “You’re pregnant?”

She barks out a laugh. “Fat chance of that, sister. I haven’t had sex in years.”

“Then who’s…” I stop at the realization of what she’s saying.

“No.” I shake my head vigorously. “Not possible.”

Becca tilts her head. “Really? Not even a little possible?”

“No. I have an IUD.”

Becca hums and walks to the window, opening the curtain, letting in the bright sunlight.

I shield my eyes with my hand for a moment, letting them adjust to the bright light. Becca returns and sits on the bed beside me. “Are you one hundred percent sure? You seem to have all the early symptoms. When did you have it implanted? Have you had it replaced?”

I cross my arms over my chest and bring one hand to my chin as I think. When was the last time? My eyes widen as I look at my sister, reality hitting me square in the chest. “I don’t remember,” I whisper.

Becca stands, turns to me, and places the test on the bed. “Where is your planner?”

“In my purse, but there isn’t anything in there about that. I seriously don’t remember. It’s not like I missed my period. I haven’t had one since I got the IUD. Oh. My God. What if I’m pregnant?”

Becca returns and sits beside me, taking my hand. “Okay, no need to panic. Think back. When did you last get it changed?”

I rack my brain, trying to think when I had it replaced, and I can’t think. Was it that long ago?

I gasp as it dawns on me. “Holy shit. It’s been six years.”

“What!?” Becca shrieks.

“Derek didn’t want any more kids, so I had one put in after I gave birth to Amelia.”

“Do you know what type it was?”

“No, but I swear the doctor said it was good for seven years. It’s not seven years yet.”

“Ok, don’t panic,” Becca says, getting up and paces the room. She looks down at the test, then picks it up. “The only way we are going to know for sure. Go take this.”

“Now?” I say with a hitch in my voice.

“Yes, now.” She takes my hand and pulls me to my feet. “Go.” She places the test in my hand and pushes me towards the bathroom.

Once in the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. I can’t breathe. I look flushed and I have been nauseous the past few days, not to mention my breasts are a bit more sensitive than usual. Shit. I think I’m pregnant. I lower myself to the toilet, unwrap the test, and wait.

I can hear Becca on the phone, but I can’t tell who she is talking to. I close my eyes, trying to block out the sound of her talking and try to concentrate. Finally, I breathe out a sigh of relief as I pee on the stick.

I place the stick on the counter as I clean myself up and wash my face. I hear footsteps on the stairs and assume Becca had to go get something, but when I open the bathroom door, I see Vicki standing there.

I stop in my tracks. “What are you doing here? Who’s watching the diner?”

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