Page 80 of His Big Bad Stick

Colver always finds a way to drive me crazy, both in good ways and bad.

“You can’t join me?” I ask.

“Not to be too much of a douchebag right now, but if someone sees me buying pregnancy tests and takes a picture…”

I roll my eyes. “Seriously? You think you’re that popular?”

“Abrielle, after tonight’s game, I’m looking at a fine and a suspension. I’m not the most famous person in the world, but right now I’m not the nicest guy. So if you want people spreading rumors on fucking social media about you, me, and the baby…”

… the baby…

Just hearing those two words together slip from his mouth.

Oh, fuck me! I’m turned on again?! Just like that?!

“Fine!” I yell and slam the truck door.

I hurry into the pharmacy, grab a basket, and I get seven pregnancy tests, two large bottles of water, and a bottle of cherry soda.

I haven’t had cherry soda in a decade but when I just looked at it, I had to have it.

Like a craving hitting me that fast and that intense…

I touch my stomach.

I know I’m pregnant. I can absolutely sense it. And all signs have pointed that way for at least a week now, if not more.

I cruise through the self-checkout, use Colver’s credit card, and then rush out of the pharmacy and back to his truck.

He drives and I start work on producing some fresh pee for the pregnancy tests.

The cherry soda tastes delicious.

Right up until I step foot in Colver’s apartment.

“Cherry soda is returning!” I yell.

I rush to the kitchen sink and throw up.

I can look at this a couple ways I suppose.

One way is that I’m cool enough and sexy enough that I got pregnant by a star hockey player and I am now throwing up cherry soda into his sink because the baby craved cherry soda, then decided they didn’t want it.

The other way is that I’m insane and slept with a guy like Colver - unprotected - and now I’m having his baby and we have such an intense and weird past that it’s going to make everything extremely complicated. All the while I’m still throwing up cherry soda into his sink.

I turn on the water, rinse my mouth, and then try to stand with some kind of pride.

Any expectations of Colver coming over to me and patting my back or getting a wet paper towel for me… yeah, right.

He’s standing in the same spot, now with his arms crossed.

“Hope that doesn’t make it harder for you to pee,” he says in a cold tone.

Can you believe I let this sexy asshole get me pregnant?

I open the bathroom door and extend my hand, holding the second pregnancy test.

Colver isn’t even hesitant to grab it out of my hand.

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